and the only thing i'll remember how to do is stop drop and roll

BNHA x The Avengers (Bakudeku + minor KiriKami and Shotoko fun)
  • Midoriya: We have orders, we should follow them.
  • Bakugou: Following's not really my style.
  • Midoriya: And you're all about style, aren't you?
  • Bakugou: Of the people in this room, which one is A: Wearing a gaudy green bunny outfit with weaponized thigh-highs and B: Not of use?
  • Everyone: -glares at Bakugou's costume with judgement-...
  • -
  • Midoriya: What I want to know is how he controlled their minds like a bunch of flying monkeys!
  • Kaminari: I do not understand.
  • Todoroki: I DO!
  • Bakugou: -rolls eyes-
  • Todoroki: I understood that reference.
  • -
  • Aizawa: We have no quarrel with your people.
  • Shigaraki: An ant has no quarrel with a boot!
  • Aizawa: You planning to step on us?
  • -
  • Tokoyami: Did I hurt anybody?
  • Shoji: No, there's nobody around here to hurt. You scared the h*ll out of some pigeons though!
  • -
  • Midoriya: I gotta say, it's an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was, I was present while you were unconscious, from the ice. You know it's really just a, just a huge honor to have you on board.
  • All Might: Well, I hope I'm the man for the job.
  • -
  • Twice: Target acquired.
  • Bakugou: -jumps on villain Twice's back, while screaming bloody murder-
  • Twice: Target angry! Target angry!
  • -
  • Tsuyu: Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's going to get a little hard to breathe.
  • Midoriya: Is this a submarine?
  • Bakugou: Really?! They want me in a submerged pressurized metal container?! -ship takes off into the air- Oh, no, this is MUCH worse.
  • -
  • Aizawa: Is everything a joke to you?
  • Ms.Joke: Funny things are.
  • -
  • Bakugou: What else you got?
  • Todoroki: Well, Midoriya is taking on a squadron down at Shibuya Station.
  • Bakugou: And he didn't invite me...
  • -
  • Hatsume: An intelligence agency that FEARS intelligence? Historically, not awesome.
  • -
  • Tamakawa: -as All Might, all the Pro-heros of UA and class 1-A and 1-B board the plane to fly to Tokyo- Uh... You are not authorized to be here!
  • All Might: Son... just don't.
  • -
  • Present Mic: Having trouble sleeping?
  • Aizawa: I've been asleep for 70 years. I think I've had enough rest.
  • -
  • Todoroki: You speak of control, yet you court chaos.
  • Tokoyami: It's his M.O., isn't it? I mean, what are we, a team? No, no, no. We're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're... we're a time-bomb.
  • Midoriya: You need to step away.
  • Bakugou: Why shouldn't the guy let off a little steam?
  • Midoriya: You know damn well why! Back off!
  • Bakugou: Oh, I'm starting to want you to make me.
  • -
  • All Might: You people are so petty... and tiny.
  • -
  • Ashido: Where's Tokoyami?
  • Bakugou: You mean the hawk? He's up in his nest.
  • -
  • Shigaraki: I have an army.
  • Midoriya: We have a Kacchan. -grins cutely-
  • Bakugou: DIEEEEEEE -crashes through window with explosions going off-
  • -
  • Police Council: Pro-Hero Eraser Head, the council has made a decision.
  • Aizawa: I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.
  • -
  • Midoriya: Kacchan... I think now is the perfect time for you to get angry.
  • Bakugou: That's my secret, Deku. I'm always angry.
  • -
  • Midoriya: Kacchan, we need a plan of attack!
  • Bakugou: I have a plan: Attack!
  • -
  • Todoroki: Be careful what you say, he is my brother!
  • Tsuyu: -talking about Dabi (headcanon not canon)- He's killed 80 people in the last two days.
  • Todoroki: He was adopted.
  • -
  • Midoriya: I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.
  • Bakugou: I think I would just cut the wire.
  • Midoriya: Always a way out... You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero.
  • Bakugou: A hero? Like you? You're a lab rat, Deku. Everything special about you came out of a bottle!
  • Bakugou: Put on your hero costume. Let's go a few rounds.
  • -
  • Uraraka: -via phone- Hatsume-san, we need to talk.
  • Hatsume: You have reached the life model decoy of Hatsume Mei, please leave a message.
  • Uraraka: This is urgent.
  • Hatsume: Then leave it urgently. -Uraraka then enters Hatsume's penthouse, hanging up her cellphone with Midoriya at her side-...Security breach.
  • -
  • Kirishima: -cheerfully beating up villains easily- This is just like Hosu all over again.
  • Kaminari: -electrocuting villains easily- You and I remember Hosu very differently.
  • -
  • Shigaraki: Bakugou Katsuki told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's GUSHING red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... PATHETIC! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!... I won't touch Bakugou, not until I make him kill you!
  • Midoriya: -eyes wide, face turning fearful-
  • Shigaraki: -snarling- Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear! And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is MY bargain, you mewling quim!
  • Midoriya: -turns and takes a few shaky steps away-
  • Shigaraki: -smirking wickedly-
  • Midoriya: -crying intensely- You're a monster!
  • Shigaraki: -laughing- Oh no, you brought the monster.
  • Midoriya: -quickly dropping facade- So, Tokoyami... that's your play.
  • Shigaraki: ...What?
  • Midoriya: -on earphone piece communicator- Shigaraki means to unleash Dark Shadow. Keep Tokoyami in the well lit lab. I'm on my way. Send Todoroki-kun as well. -turning back to Shigaraki, wiping fake tears- Thank you... for your cooperation.
  • -
  • Ashido: What's the matter, scared of a little lightning?
  • Bakugou: I'm not overly fond of what follows...
  • Kaminari: -appears out of nowhere like the lightning god that he is-
  • Kirishima: -gets all excited like a puppy because Kaminari arrived-
  • -
  • Hatsume: What's the stat, Midoriya-kun?
  • Midoriya: -looks at all the complex technology- It seems to be powered by some sort of electricity!
  • Hatsume: ...well, you're not wrong.
  • -
  • Bakugou: -screams- WAKE THE FUCK UP, DEKU!!!
  • Midoriya: What. The. Hell- What just happened?! Please tell me nobody kissed me.
  • Bakugou: You fucking wish, you damn nerd.
  • Todoroki: ...We won.
  • Midoriya: Alright-Hey. Alright. Good job, guys~ Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma?
  • Bakugou: -snorts and rolls his eyes-
  • Midoriya: There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is, but I wanna try it.
  • Uraraka: A big man in a suit of armor, take that away what are you?
  • Aoyama: ✨Uh Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.✨

quantitatitivity  asked:

Hi Ana! I saw you're taking prompts so I was wondering if you could do "quit it or i'll bite" or "don't even think about it" for Sterek for the five word prompt thing? Much appreciated! <3

I mixed both, woo!


“Don’t even think about it.” Derek warns, slapping Scott’s hand away.

Scott yelps, gazes at the cake sadly. “But I wanna –” he starts to move his hand again and snorts when Derek turns to glare at him.

“Quit it or I’ll bite your finger off.”

Scott huffs. “I don’t know why he’s marrying you, you’re awful.”

Derek rolls his eyes, finishes frosting the cake and turns to put it in the fridge. “He’s not marrying me.” He says. Hopefully, Stiles will. “Can’t you see the cake? I still have to propose.”

Duh.” Scott rolls his eyes, turns to the sink and begins washing the dishes. That’s what he’s here for, Derek stressed earlier (’You can’t bake and your writing is shit, I don’t want this cake ruined!’, ‘Rude!’). “As if he would.”

Derek collapses on a chair, buries his face in his hands. “I – what if he does?”

“Stop that.” Scott throws water at him. “You just bought a house together and Stiles says he loves you every day –”

That is true and it warms Derek’s heart a little but it does nothing to calm his nerves. It’s a huge commitment and – what if the proposal isn’t good enough? Derek is not the most romantic person and although Stiles isn’t a romantic person himself, he still brings flowers every other day, and he texts Derek memes all the time and – and he deserves everything. “Yeah, but –”

“I wasn’t finished!” Scott yells, dropping the dishes and turning to stare at Derek. “You spent the entire day baking his favorite cake, you have rose petals all over your bed and you wrote a speech!” Derek opens his mouth to ask how Scott knows about the speech but closes it quickly when Scott shushes him. “It’s obvious you’d have a speech.” He points out. “What I’m trying to say is – Stiles will say yes no matter what.”

“Thanks.” Derek says, gruffly. “Sometimes you’re nice.”

“I’m always nice.” Scott protests, turning to look at his phone when it signals a new text. “Ah, Allison said he’s coming home!”

Derek jumps, the things aren’t ready yet! The dishes are still dirty, he’s forgotten to light the candles and – “Go, go.” Scott is still here. He begins pushing Scott towards the door at the same time he takes a look at himself and realizes his pants are dirty with chocolate.

This is going to be worst proposal ever.

Stiles parks the car just as Derek is finishing putting a clean shirt on. He runs downstairs, trips over a stray shoe and curses himself for not remembering to clean the house. He opens the fridge, takes the cake out and places it on top of the table. Yeah, okay, he checks the candles, maybe this will actually work. When Stiles walks in the house, yelling a 'I’m home’ Derek realizes he forgot the rings.

“Don’t move!” Derek yells, running to the living room.

Stiles takes in Derek’s clothes, looks around at the candles and arches an eyebrow. “What.”

“I forgot something.” He starts walking backwards towards the stairs. “But you’re not allowed to move.”

“Ever?” Stiles smirks.

Derek huffs. And he seriously wants to marry this asshole. “Shut up.” He says. “I’ll be right back.”

“Fine.” Stiles concedes. “Am I at least allowed to take my shoes off?”

“Yes, whatever, just – don’t go in the kitchen.” He runs to their bedroom as quickly as possible, grabs the ring from his nightstand and when he comes back, Stiles is exactly where he left him. “Thank you.” He sighs, smiling when Stiles shrugs like it’s nothing, like he’d do whatever Derek asks him to without questioning.

Derek really loves him, and that’s when he realizes that is the only important thing. Stiles loves him, Derek loves Stiles. It’s all he needs. “Will you marry me?” He blurts out, realizes he actually doesn’t care how it’s done, as long as Stiles is the one he’s asking.

“I knew it.” Stiles smiles brightly, the same way he did when Derek asked him out the first time, and then when they decided to move in together. “You were preparing something in the kitchen, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Derek admits, rests his hands on Stiles’ waist as Stiles circles Derek’s neck with his. “You just ruined it.”

“Me?” Stiles laughs. “How?”

“By being you.” Derek whispers. “I love you.”

Stiles flicks Derek’s ear fondly. “I love you too.” He says back easily, like he did this morning and all the previous mornings for the past four years. “And I will marry you. You didn’t even have to ask.”

Derek kisses him, then, wonders how could he have doubted Stiles would say yes, his love is clear in his eyes and in his kisses, in the life they built together.

Turns out the cake wasn’t necessary, but they have fun eating it in bed a couple of hours later.

For @potato-fan-girl [loud whispers] ily!

Victory tastes sweet along Peter’s tongue. His muscles relax as he stares on at his handiwork where he’s tied up five jail escapees who were in the middle of robbing a convenience store. All he has to do is contact the police, and he gets to swing home along the high of another win for the heroes. 

He’s just pulling his phone out, still vibrating from excitement, when he feels it, something sharp and cold pushing into his side. His mind is slow to catch on for the pain is delayed, but then he feels it all at once, a knife being driven into his side by a sixth jail escapee who’s sudden appearance is a mystery to Peter’s wavering mind. 

His knees buckle, and he collapses to the floor with a pained gasp. “That wasn’t,” he starts around panting breaths, “nice.” The second the words leave his lips, he’s falling forward and crumpling in on himself while paralyzed by pain. 

The free criminal smiles down at him, and Peter can only watch on with darkening vision. 

He’s going to die. 

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I’ll Be Good - Part 6

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 5  -  Part 7

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – Natasha offers you some advice as you prepare for your first training session with Bucky.

Warnings: Violence, dial m for murder (like right away. opening scene. cold-blooded, I promise I’m not a serial killer, death coming your way), swearing of course.

Word Count: 1767

Author’s Note: I dunno about this one guys. I guess I’m letting you breathe a little after 5, plus I didn’t want to give you a 4,000 word hit. So… you get this little blob before the oncoming storm o’ angst. I’ll probably have 7 up before the weekend though, so don’t worry, you’ll get the action back soon enough!

Originally posted by sebastianstahp

The room was dark and clean, all cement and steel and smooth technology. The tall slender man perched in his chair seemed to fit like an extension of the room. He leaned forward in his chair, uncrossing his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. “What do you mean you didn’t make the transfer?” he asked quietly. He was the type of man whose quiet menace was far more threatening than any loud rage. “Y/N does all of the work, all you ever need to do is get there with her payment.” His eyes were sharp and narrowed on the man before him giving the mission report, who was trying to make himself as small as possible.

“Sh-she wasn’t there, sir… There was an Avenger.” The foot soldier finally sputtered, hesitantly relaying the details of his failure.

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The Three List | Barry & Iris | Script Fic
  • Barry: Hey, Iris?
  • Iris: Yeah, hun?
  • Barry: Do you remember when you were with Eddie & you told me about your 3's list?
  • Iris: My 3's list?
  • Barry: Yeah, you know, three guys you could cheat on Eddie with.
  • Iris: *snorts* oh, right. My 3 list.
  • Barry: You don't still HAVE that, do you?
  • Iris: *blinks* What?
  • Barry: Your 3 list. Do you still have it?
  • Iris: Uh...probably somewhere. Why?
  • Barry: *clears throat* I was just wondering if Oliver was still on it.
  • Iris: *smirks & crawls over to him* Babe, you know that's not a serious thing, right?
  • Barry: what do you mean?
  • Iris: *laughs* even if Oliver had given my fangirl self the time of day when I was with Eddie, I wouldn't have slept with him.
  • Barry: *blinks* you wouldn't have?
  • Iris: *laughs* Who do you think I am, Bear? You think 'he's on my three list!' would've sufficed if Eddie had caught us in bed together?
  • Barry: *blushes fiercely* No, I guess not.
  • Iris: *cups face* Babe, you've got nothing to worry about. *kisses him* You're the only one I want.
  • Barry: *after many kisses & sweet nothings whispered* But is Oliver still--
  • Iris: *rolls eyes & gets off him* oh, for crying out loud.
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, I didn't mean-
  • Iris: You most certainly did. *starts to walk away*
  • Barry: *panics* Iris-
  • Iris: Calm down. I'll be right back. *dashes up the stairs & comes back 10 minutes later* Found it!
  • Barry: *shifts towards her, eyes wide* What did you... *spots piece of paper she's holding* Oh.
  • Iris: *hands paper over* Take a look for yourself.
  • Barry: *scans list of names & frowns* He's still on it.
  • Iris: Mhmm.
  • Barry: This doesn't make me feel any better, Iris.
  • Iris: *crosses arms* that's the original list. I only updated it once, a couple months after I'd moved in with Eddie.
  • Barry: *still frowning* where's that one?
  • Iris: *makes circling motion with her finger*
  • Barry: *checks the other side* This one looks pretty much the same. I don't see-- *jaw drops*
  • Iris: *starts to grin* See something you like, hun?
  • Barry: Am...Am I...? *squeaks*
  • Iris: *nods* Mhmm.
  • Barry: I'm in the number 2 spot!
  • Iris: That's one above Oliver, I believe.
  • Barry: *still gawking* I don't understand.
  • Iris: *comes & sits next to him on the couch* After you told me how you felt when I was with Eddie, I had a lot of feelings that I didn't know how to deal with. Then when Eddie got all secretive on me I started thinking about you even more, and how my best friend would NEVER keep secrets from me the way my boyfriend was doing.
  • Barry: *winces* sarcasm is warranted.
  • Iris: in the past. *waves it off*
  • Barry: *swallows hard & nods*
  • Iris: That night when I came back to my dad's & you were there reassuring me, I felt like that was a safe place to put them. My feelings for you.
  • Barry: On your 3 list?
  • Iris: *nods* On my 3 list.
  • Barry: Did Eddie ever see it?
  • Iris: *laughs* Are you kidding? If Eddie had seen the updated version, he would've figured out what was up right away, even before I did.
  • Barry: And what was up?
  • Iris: *smiles & gently kisses him* I was in love with my best friend.
  • Barry: *has warm fuzzies* Iris...
  • Iris: So, you can keep that if you like. Oliver's name is still on it - BENEATH yours though. I don't have a need for it anymore. I haven't looked at it until today in over two years.
  • Barry: Yeah?
  • Iris: *nuzzles & kisses* yeah. You're all I want, Bear. If I can't have you, there's no one else I want. Not even a one night stand with a celebrity.
  • Barry: *smiles*
  • Iris: Do YOU have a 3 list? *raises eyebrows*
  • Barry: WHAT? *squeaks*
  • Iris: You heard me.
  • Barry: Iris.
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *sighs & then laughs* I have a 1 list.
  • Iris: *eyebrow furrow* What's a 1 list?
  • Barry: *pulls out wallet & digs out tiny scrap of paper inside & hands it to her* Same thing as a 3 list. Except mine only has 1 name on it.
  • Iris: *jaw drops when she reads it* I'M the only name on your 3 list??
  • Barry: *grins & pulls her close* Yep.
  • Iris: But of all he gorgeous celebrities, even SCIENCE NERDS, you only chose--
  • Barry: You're the only one I've wanted since the day that I met you.
  • Iris: *teary-eyed* Barry...
  • Barry: Getting a chance with you? 10 times better than any hook up with ANY celebrity.
  • Iris: *sighs contently & kisses him* I love you, Barry Allen.
  • Barry: I love you, Iris West.
  • Iris: *nuzzles & pulls away after a while* So what are you going to do with my 3 list?
  • Barry: Give it back to you. *hands it over* You decide what to do with it.
  • Iris: *grins* Mmk. *pecks him in the cheek, stands up & heads to the roaring fireplace*
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, what are you doing?! *speeds over*
  • Iris: Getting rid of it. I don't need it anymore.
  • Barry: Well, maybe you should keep it. You know, as a keepsake.
  • Iris: *eyes him suspiciously* Why do you want it?
  • Barry: *I* don't want it. It's yours. I gave it back to you. So you--
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *swallows* I mean, you ranked me ABOVE Oliver, so...
  • Iris: OHMYGOD. *rolls eyes & shoves it into his hand* You keep it. It'll be YOUR keepsake. *walks back to the couch & sits down*
  • Barry: It's not really MINE, so--
  • Iris: *gives him THE LOOK* one more word, Barry, and I WILL throw it to the flames. Not even your superspeed will stop me.
  • Barry: *nods & swallows* Right. *tucks paper into pocket & comes to sit next to her* So...
  • Iris: *raises eyebrow*
  • Barry: Now what?
  • Iris: *irritation fades away & she pulls him close, kissing him* Now I get some one-on-one time with #2 on my 3 list.
  • Barry: *pulls back after a few kisses* I thought you just said--
  • Iris: I swear to God, Barry, if you don't just kiss me--
  • Barry: *speeds them up their bedroom, drops her on the bed & takes off t-shirt, then hovers over her & kisses her, lingering*
  • Iris: *moans* Don't tell my boyfriend about this. He'll be extremely jealous.
  • Barry: *restrains groan* On my life. *mutters & kisses her again*
  • ...
  • A/N: Just did (as of 4/2/17) a bit of an edit, b/c I watched the 1.08 scene & realized it's actually called a 'three' list, not a 'threes' list. So I changed all those & added a short line to something Iris said early on.

meliss-cake  asked:

Kakasaku 22!! :D (I'm asking you so many things lately)

you can ask me all the things. never stop asking me things. in honour of ks month, let’s make this a same age au.

22. “Can I open my eyes yet?”

Sakura’s hands are sure as they unwrap the gauze, quick brushes of skin that spark something he dares not name along his nerves.

Her hands disappear and he hears her moving around the room.

Can I open my eyes yet?” Kakashi asks.

“Don’t you dare.”

Sakura is all no-nonsense, the sharp crack of her doctor tone.

It’s the kind of voice that means “do as I tell you or you’ll regret it.”

Kakashi doesn’t open his eyes.

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How BTS is in bed/Their kinks

authors note: this is absolute filth so use your own discretion, not based on anything- just my own fucked over mind. 

enjoy ~

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

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A Hard Night’s Work

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

The wind howled at your window as you stared bleakly at the floor that was littered with empty take-out containers, old bowls of instant ramen, and dirty clothes. You sighed sadly and pulled your blanket tighter around you, cursing yourself for not buying the tape you needed to cover up the drafty windows. A single tear formed in your eye and you quickly pushed the palm of your hand into it, stopping it before it could fall. This was your life now.

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I look at my bedroom’s ceiling and all the things we had together came crashing over me as pain pierces through my heart and waves of tears roll down my eyes. I told myself that I no longer want to keep these emotions inside of me. I told myself that anger, pain, and lies are not the words I want to speak whenever I talk about you. This is how I want to remember you.

I want to remember you as the guy who told me I was beautiful without seeing my face yet, the one who kept me safe even in our distance, the one whose cute voice easily calms the chaos in my head, the one who always made sure I took good care of myself, the one who always knew what to say to make me feel better, and the one who makes me happy.

This is how I want to remember you – by the memories we shared. I will never forget the first time we talked and we had our first argument about women being housewives, I thought then that we’d never get along well. It was funny how I thought we won’t talk again but when we ended that call, I missed you already. Our first fight was when you thought I wasn’t going to talk to you anymore. It was a misunderstanding, because how can I stop talking with you when you’ve already become this huge part of me that I don’t want to miss out on? You always pushed me away when we argued because you don’t want to hurt me with your words, but I told you that I’d rather take all of that hurt from you just so I don’t have to watch you in agony of me. You know I’m only happy whenever you are.

Do you remember your first morning message to me? I do, and I still remember the bliss I felt reading that. You fell asleep the night before while we talked (a habit of yours that I have gotten used to, sleepyhead) and you promised to make it up to me. I didn’t mind if you really would, because that message alone already made up for the night before. You called me princess, and you told me how you don’t understand why I have a lot of insecurities because you think I am perfectly perfect in every way. I was talking to you about my insecurities the day before, and I thought then that you didn’t really understood how I felt, so I just dropped the topic but this showed you cared. I guess even in my sleep, I always looked forward to your morning message as it always woke me up. I loved to wake up to your message, but I loved it most when it’s your voice I hear first thing in the morning.

I usually hate it whenever someone falls asleep while talking to me, but with you I didn’t really mind. In fact, I was glad when you do because you always had a tiring day. I loved to hear you peacefully sleeping and how you groaned a little whenever you turned around in your bed. You sometimes snored, which is when I knew that you were really tired. Even your snoring seems cute for me, to be honest.

I don’t like watching horror movies, but you love them so I had to endure them too. One night, we watched Insidious: Chapter 3. The movie really scared the hell out of me, especially since you always forced me to look at the screen during the scariest parts. You loved scaring me, but I knew it was just you being playful because you always assured you were there for me. You liked to make fun of me, but you become gentle and genuinely concerned whenever you know that it gets to me. I made you promise that I will be the one to fall asleep first that night, and I know you tried so hard and I really liked that about you. I know you weren’t able to keep a lot of your promises, but I’d like to remember the ones you did.

This is how I want to remember you – by the memories we never got to keep. I remember imagining and planning things with you: going grocery shopping together, watching you in action at work, bothering you with your computations instead of helping you out, French kissing in front of other people, going to trips together, watching horror movies at the cinema, learning to swim with you as my instructor, you cooking for me, introducing me to your family, friends and pets, you playing music for me, getting lost in the Bermuda Triangle together, getting married, having kids, and making love with each other.

You have always been good to me, even when we had issues I know you also tried your best for me. It was all very tough and difficult, but with you beside me I knew I could endure them. I did, because of my love for you. Everything that is written here, this is the ‘you’ that I have come to know. No matter what everyone said, no matter what you did, this is how I want to remember you.

I'll Always Love You (Request)

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Edward Nygma x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, upset reader

Summary: The reader has been with Edward Nygma for as long as she can remember and has helped him become who he was meant to be. She starts to think that he will no longer love her because she’s different from him, only to have him prove her wrong.


You’d been with Edward Nygma since the beginning. Literally.

You’d been there to protect him from bullies in high school, you’d been there when he got excepted into university, and you’d been with him when he got his job as a forensic scientist at the GCPD. And of course you had been there when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Ever since that day you’d been there for him. Whatever he chose to do you supported, as a good significant other should. You had even been there to support him during one of his darkest moments…


You had been sitting on your couch in your shared apartment when someone threw the door open. You tossed your crossword puzzle to the floor and leapt up, turning to the door in surprise. Edward stumbled into the apartment, eyes wide and chest heaving.

You looked at him for a moment in surprise before running to him. Grabbing his shoulders you tried to get him to look at you. He was acting like a caged animal, scared and panicking.

“Ed! Ed, look at me. What, what the hell happened?” Your voice high and your words were rushed. His shaky eyes finally met yours.

“I did something bad, (Y/N). Really bad.”

You just stared at him for a moment before enveloping him in a hug. You could feel him trembling with your arms around him. Burying your face into the crook of his neck you simply murmured, “I’ll always love you.”


That was several months ago, the first murder he committed. And it wasn’t the last. He often bragged about his murders and while you knew he would never lay a hand on you, it still bothered you. You weren’t a killer like him. You accepted that you didn’t have the heart to kill someone.

You often wondered if he thought differently about you since you had never killed. Would he still love you? Of course you loved him regardless of all his flaws, but that was different. How did he truly feel about you?

The hot prick of a tear stabbed at your eye. Oh god, what if he didn’t love you? What if he left you because you were different from him? A hot tear rolled down your cheek at the thought. You tried to tell yourself that you were overreacting, but that didn’t seem to stop the onslaught of emotions crashing into you. You were going to lose him, weren’t you? You buried your face into your hands and let out a choked sob.

“(Y/N), I’m- Are you crying?” Edward’s voice suddenly interrupted your tears. You looked up to see him at the door with bags of groceries in his hands and a look of disbelief on his face. He dropped the bags and rushed to your side, holding your arms gently.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was filled with genuine concern as his dark eyes flickered across your tear stained face. He wiped away a tear with his thumb and you grabbed his hands, holding them to your face.

“Say you love me,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. You could feel your grip on his hands tightening and you were probably leaving crescent shaped imprints where your nails dug into his skin.

Edward seemed taken aback. “I love you, of course I do! Why wouldn’t I?”

You let out a laugh between hiccups of tears and pulled him into a tight hug. So you were overreacting.

You felt his fingers brush through your hair lovingly. “Don’t you ever think that I don’t love you,” he murmured softly. “You’ve done so much for me. You’ve helped me become who I was meant to be, (Y/N). You’ll always be there for me and I’ll always be there for you. That’s how relationships work, right?”

You sniffed, suddenly feeling very silly. You rubbed the soft fabric of his t-shirt with the tips of your fingers and closed your eyes tightly. You seriously loved this guy. You loved how he could tell you all of the facts about coffee. You loved how he explained things with riddles. You loved him for all of his flaws and imperfections.

It didn’t matter that you weren’t exactly like him. You knew he would love and protect you no matter what happened. And honestly, that’s all that matters.

You’d been with him since the beginning and you were going to stay with him until the end.

anonymous asked:

Prompt for Clairice: Claire gets sick, and Alice finds out a lot about the redhead as she speaks in her sleep

Fuck ya’ll this is cute as shit and I just had to write it.
Alice is a cryer when Claire is just soft and kind to her. You can’t convince me otherwise.
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Claire’s sick, after the end of the world, and the morning of the new world.

It’s as much of a new world as they’re going to get with a ruined earth. Scorched. She can’t help but think, that they’re still doomed, but slowly maybe there will be no more dead to contend with. No more dead to take a chunk of flesh and leave her heart ruined by who she used to be. Who she used to-

It doesn’t matter, she shakes her head and refocuses.

Claire is sick.

She woke up next to Alice and panicked. Claire actually fucking panicked because she coughed. A scratch at the back of her throat woke her in a grumpy state, untangling from Alice’s arms and sitting at the edge of their bed, and yes theirs- Claire had finally confessed to Alice, and Alice had smiled kindly and kissed her for the first time in years since they met -and coughed.

Alice chose the moment to woke, and Alice was so much more human than she had been before. Claire panicked. Jumped up, scurried to the other side of the room, and begged Alice to stay where she was. For her own good, she had to. Alice grew terrified and made Claire talk to her. That same night Alice received a book to the face.

“I’m sick! You could die!”

“What? What do you- Claire stop just talk to me okay? Please?”

“I coughed!”

Alice laughed. She laughed hard. Couldn’t stop until Claire threw a book at her and told her to take it seriously. Of course, Alice only laughed harder and caught the next book before falling back onto the bed and sobering herself up.

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madd-mcgeeky  asked:

Are u doing matchups? I'm a 5'1 smol chub girl with red (dyed) hair and green eyes. I'm an quiet person and and usually independent and reserved. But with friends i make tons of shitty references and memes and when i get excited talk way to fast to understand. I am usually a stay inside person, if if I'm invited to go somewhere 1 on 1(maybe 2, depends really) i'll go. I enjoy drawing, writing and science and when i do something, i won't stop until i see it through. Thank you(MTMTE, TFA, or TFP)

I match you with….. Jetfire & Jetstorm (TFA)

(You can choose either, or both)

They are the most adorable Autobots you have every meet and they love you with all their spark. This undying love and dedication comes with a price though, the price being frequent cuddles and random trips anywhere on Earth. They actually didn’t realize they even had a crush on you in the beginning. They just felt a weird sensation in their spark when they first saw you smile and were curious. One thing lead to another and you guys are together. They adore when you ramble, talking about something you’re passionate about. Not only is your voice music to their audio receptors, but they love seeing you happy and yourself. You will never have to worry about anything ever again, they will always have your back, even if it conflicts with Sentinel Prime’s orders (the earth Autobot team cover the twins, so you don’t have to work about them getting into huge trouble over you).

“Thanks for coming with me to get the game (Y/n). Bee was a little busy.” Sari thanks, admiring the case of said game before shoving it back into the shopping bag. You smile down at her.

“No problem Sari, everyone at base was a bit occupied.” You remember, “What’s even going on anyway?”

“Oh! I totally forgot to tell you. Sentinel and his royal guard are coming by today, something to do with the Decepticons.” Sari explains.

“So just Sentinel Prime and Jazz?” You question.

“No, there are two more bots you haven’t meet yet, Jetfire and Jetstorm. They’re twins, I think, and have this thick accent. They are cool bots, no worries.” Sari rambles. You nod, maybe you could just go home after you drop of Sari. You did not want to deal with Sentinel today. It would have to be in and out fast before any of the guys saw you, Optimus and the others really worried the Decepticons might try to -

Your thoughts are cut off as the building next to you falling apart and Lugnut emerging from the dust cloud and rumble. You grab Sari and pull her behind a nearby car.

“I would call the bots before Lugbutt over there spots us.” You suggest, Sari was already on her phone dialing away. You peek out from behind the car and see Lugnut looking around, eyeing every human that was running around screaming. His eye locks with yours and one of his hands swing up to his head (probably to activate a com link, just like how the Autobot’s work).

“I have eyes on one of the targets.” He states. You quickly duck back behind the car.

“Sari, whats the ETA on the team?” You ask nervously.  You could hear Lugnut yell at someone over his com (about his one eye and some comment about that triple changer), but his voice was getting closer and closer.

“I have found them both Lord Megatron.” Another voice calls from above you and Sari. You both look up and see Starscream hovering overhead. Just then someone finally answers Sari’s  phone.

“Sari, where are yo-” Bee starts. You and Sari dart in different directions as Starscream reaches towards you two.

“Downtown! They’re after us!” You here Sari scream into her phone before she sprints into a nearby alley.

“You go after that one Lugnut, I’ll get the bratt.” Starscream orders, turning to follow Sari.  Lugnut looms over you, eye glowing menacingly. You instantly turn on your heels and run in the opposite direction. The ground shakes under you as Lugnut takes chase. The shaking ground causes you to stumble about, running into poles and bumping into parked cars as you flee.

“You won’t get away from me!” Lugnut yells. You were starting to believe him. No matter how fast you ran he only seemed to get closer and closer. It definitely didn’t help your case when you made a quick turn down a side street (to try and juke Lugnut and lose him) and became tangled in your own feet, causing you to fall and slide across the pavement. Lugnut doesn’t turn as fast as you and continues down the street, trying to stop. You groan and turn over so you’re sitting on your butt, your arms sting and pulse from the fall. You hiss and examine them, but quickly remember you have a much, much bigger problem than simple cuts or bruises. Lugnut had recovered from his pass-by and was now towering over you.

“Got you.” He sneers, reaching out. Before you could react a loud cheer fills the air just seconds before Lugnut is rammed by something, pushing him back down the street, away from you.

“(Y/n)!” You hear Optimus call. You stand up as he, Sentinel, and Jazz pull up next to you. They all transform, Optimus looks down at you concerned, “Are you ok?”

“I’ll survive, what about Sari?” You ask, the sound of a nearby explosion causes you to flinch away. A pillar of smoke rises from the distance.

“Prowl and the otha’ boys on your team ar gettin’ her.” Jazz states. You nod, knowing those guys could take care of Screamer easily. You start to brush off the dust from your clothes as Sentinel approaches Optimus.

“Guess you were right Optimus, for once, the Decepticons actually did go after your humans. Just another weakness making you unable to handle a team.” Sentinel retorts, you roll your eyes at the comment. Before Optimus had a chance to say anything a jet goes zooming past the group above the city.

“There goes Screamer, guess the others were able to take him.” Optimus notes, choosing to ignore Sentinels comment.

“I’ll go help Jetfire and Jetstorm with Lugnut.” Jazz says, running past the bots. No sooner did Jazz disappear around the street did Prowl, Bee, and Bulkhead round the adjacent corner, Sari sitting in Bees front seat.

“The game survived!” Bee and Sari cheer as the bots transform.

“Everything’s taken care of Optimus, though there was plenty of damage.” Prowl reports.

“Ya! Starscream turned tail and ran when he saw how outnumbered he was.” Bulkhead laughed.

“The big Decepticon is gone!” A new voice cheers. The guys move to the side as Jazz and two other bots walk towards the group. They must be Jetfire and Jetstorm, but you had no idea which was which.

“That was a close one!” Sari comments.

“Yes, way too close, we’ll need to…” Optimus trails off. You look at Optimus confused and follow his gaze to find the two new bots… staring down at you. You shuffle uncomfortably under their gaze, looking away, but offering a small wave.

“Hi?” You say nervously, what if these new bots were not as cool as Sari said they were…

“Who are you?” The blue one asks.

“Oh, you guys haven’t met yet. Jetfire, Jetstorm that’s (Y/N) another one of our human friends.” Bulkhead explains.

“(Y/n)?” They both mumble. You look between the other bots confused.

“Well.. I guess I owe you two a thank you for saving me.” You state, smiling up at them.

“What am I? Spare parts?” Jazz jokes, you laugh softly, trying to hide it behind your hand.

“Thank you to Jazz.” You add.

“Well, now that everyone knows everyone, can we leave this disgusting city!” Sentinel complains.

“We can head back to base.” Optimus says, turning to address the earth team, “Once there we’ll need to figure out some kind of guard situation with (Y/n) and Sari so we can avoid another situation like today.”

“Bee and Bulkhead can be my guards, right?” Sari questions.

“Ya! We’re already around each other 24/7.” Bee adds. You nod in agreement, the three of them were practically inseparable.

“Guess we’ll have to figure out mine when we-” You start, being cut off by the twins.

“We volunteer!” They say simultaneously. What follows is a lot of laughing from Jazz, an angry Sentinel. And some very, very confused looks from the earth Autobot crew. They give you a questioning look. You just shrug, just as confused as the rest of them.

equineporcupine  asked:

No way we forgot about you! But I'm excited that you're back and are opening up for prompts. How about some Shallura? Maybe something cute, like a college au? I love Shallura fluff, these two deserve the world. I appreciate it, and welcome back! ❤

yes, yes, yes - a thousand times yes for college au shallura + fluff

She had lost track of how many times the words before her blurred and twisted, finally fuzzing out to a jumbled mess with notes in the margins - a sea of blue ink and yellow highlighter streaks. Allura took a deep breath, shifting in her seat to prop her elbow on the table to rest her chin on.

In a vain hope it would stop her from nodding forward so often. She worked a little too hard to readjust her vision to make sense of the papers in front of her. It was why she had escaped to the library to begin with; there was more than plenty of light with the force of a thousand suns to keep her awake as they buzzed in the back ground and if that didn’t keep her alert then, the unforgiving wood of chairs at least 20 years old would definitely pick up the slack from the irritating electrical system that couldn’t ever completely be drowned out, no matter what end of campus she was on.

Even outside, it persisted in her ears.

The wind had been picking up lately and the birds seemed awfully chipper for January when the weather was anywhere above dreary, so it luckily hadn’t been as noticeable. If not, Lance’s music was normally loud enough for her to hear crystal clear across their picnic table while Hunk and Pidge chattered on happily in the background about an engineering formula or course or Shiro and Keith talking about dinner plans, which usually ended in calling it a pizza night with all of them crammed into Keith and Shiro’s little two bedroom apartment…


Allura jumped when a hand carefully brushed over the crook of her arm. She blinked, the lights horrific all over again for her eyes. She blearily glanced up to her left side. “What?”

“You were falling asleep again.”

“Was I?”, She worked around a yawn.

“Yes, you were.” Shiro mimicked her accent, chuckling when she knocked her shoulder into his. “C’mon, you have a Lit. hall full of Americans to blow out of the water with your paper, remember?”

She scoffed, dropping her pen to stretch in her seat. “I seem to recall you being one of those American’s in my Literature course, Shiro.”

“Exactly.” He grinned, and she was almost irritated how he could be so cheery camped out in the library with her at how ever many hours after her bedtime usually was. “Can’t let me win without a fight, there’s not any fun in that.”

This time, it was her turn to laugh, giving him a disbelieving smirk. “Is that a challenge, Takashi?”

“Oh, we’re on the first name thing again?” She leaned forward to knock his arm off of the table, narrowly missing when he sat back at the last second.“You only do that when you’re ‘cross’ about something. And that would most definitely be a challenge.”

Allura tilted her head, raising her eyebrows at him - trying not to laugh when he mirrored the movement - and hunched back over her paper. The playfully frantic, rhythmic scratch of pen on paper synchronized with the arm lightly brushing against hers.

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By My Side, a Hogwarts AU (5/?)

hallowe’en - “Minho darted ahead, taking Kibum’s outstretched hand as he took them off the path and into the grass. He let go once they were almost to the Forbidden Forest, both coming to a stop in the shadows of the trees. Minho bent, holding his knees, and breathed through his nose and out his mouth like his dad taught him. Kibum leaned against him, his arm draped across Minho’s back, as he tried to catch his breath.

‘You’re too fast,’ Kibum said, and Minho laughed.


read on AO3 / master list // first year - muggle-born, sorted, first day, homesick

@lockandminkey @minhosbowties @sapphicshawol @petitshinee @spoo-key @minhos (if anyone else wants to be tagged in this just let me know!!)

An excited buzz hung in the air of the Great Hall on Halloween morning. Kibum yawned, which spurred his dormmates to do the same. They had gotten maybe two hours of sleep last night – what with all the decorating they did in their room.

Callum and Travis grabbed as many decorations as they could grab from the common room while everyone else was busy. Aaron pulled strings of Muggle twinkle lights that his dad bought for him out of his trunk. Once Charlie came by to make sure they were all asleep, they jumped out of their beds and decorated their room with as much orange and black as they could manage.

Kibum had spent most of the time sitting cross-legged on the floor and untangling the twinkle lights in the dark. He grabbed his Standard Book of Spells from beneath his bed to search for a spell to light them without electricity. Lumos worked, and once the lights were strung around the room, they all sat back to look at their handiwork.

The lights flickered softly on and off, illuminating the spaces between their beds. A Jack-o-lantern sat on the dresser, a warm flame lighting the inside, with a cluster of smaller pumpkins surrounding it. It was too dark to make out the other stolen decorations they had put up, so they went to bed, leaving the twinkle lights on through the night.

Kibum yawned again, covering it with the back of his hand before he finished spreading jam on his toast. A half day for Halloween! McGonagall had announced it before breakfast appeared before them, and everyone couldn’t wait for classes to be over.

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anonymous asked:

I just wanted to tell you how much I love just look at me! It's so adorable! If you decide to continue it, it would definitely be something I would read and look forward too.

Just Look At Me–Part 3

I was wondering how long it would be before I got another ask to continue this. I actually kind of like this method, so if you do want to see this continued, definitely send me an ask, and I’ll see what I can do. Have a good day, sweethearts!

Read the other two parts here.


It was difficult to breathe. 

She smelled good. 

It was hot.

Her hair was really pretty pulled back like that. 

Focus, Percy, he chided internally, trying to get a grip on himself. This was seriously going on for too long and too far. It needed to stop. 

“Percy,” she said. Her voice was sort of angry, but he thought that he heard a trace of amusement. Then again, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t used to having her this close to him. She was short-circuiting his brain. It was like big, red, capital letters flashing angry-beautiful-girl overload. “Are you even paying attention?”

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Iron Legends: Reforged -- Chapter 2

Series: Fairy Tail

Characters: Gajeel, Levy, plus appearances from Natsu and Lucy.

Genre: Hurt/comfort, Sci-fi

Summary: The old lab had always been fuel for a good story, something you would half-heartedly joke about going to sometime.  Some did, and when they came back they never talked about it again.  The legends circulated, telling of ghosts, monsters, and anything else someone would be likely to conjure up about an abandoned building.  But even with all the stories meant to keep everyone away, there are still those for whom the intrigue is too tempting.  

Note:  This is probably the fastest that I will be updating this story.  These first two chapters came to me very quickly and were actually all done in one go, so I was able to split them and just needed to spend time editing them and fleshing out some of the thinner areas.  From here on out I will be writing them bit by bit, and my work-week starts back up on Thursday which will slow me down more.  But anyway thanks for the excitement for this fic thus far!  Glad to see that people are invested in this already :] ALSO, because I am relatively fresh to the FT fandom, I REALLY hope that my renditions of the characters are believable.  I am going to be trying my best.  

Ch. 1  Ch. 2  Ch. 3  Ch. 4  Ch. 5  Ch. 6  Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch. 11Ch. 12 Ch. 13 Ch. 14 Ch. 15 Ch. 16 Ch. 17 Ch. 18 Ch. 19 Ch. 20

Levy groaned, feeling as though she had been hit by a truck, slowly opening her eyes with another whimper. “Ugh…what…” she mumbled while trying to blink away the pain, and reached up to touch her hairline. Something warm stuck to her fingers, and not quite understanding what it was, she rubbed it between her fingertips. Levy wanted to bring it in front of her to see better, but only then did she register a weight on her abdomen. With a groan, she pushed one of the kennels off with a loud clatter and rolled onto her side with another groan. Everything was spinning; or at least, the one ray of light from her flashlight looked like it was swirling.

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Gilmore Girls Kiss and Tell inspired Sastiel AU; where Cas is Rory, and Gabriel, his brother, is Lorelai. Because of reasons. Behold, the greatest thing I’ve ever written.

—- —- —-

‘I was kissed, and I shoplifted.’ Cas confesses breathless, holding up a yellow box of cornstarch. His blue tie is on backwards, as always.

Dean blinks back at the blue eyed boy with the rumpled coat and the messy hair, ‘Come again.’


'Who kissed you? What’s with the cornstarch?’

'It happened so fast. I was just standing there holding this box of cornstarch, I asked Sam if it was reasonable to purchase cornstarch in bulk, if it truly merited being on sale and he—’

'Slow down, Sammy kissed you? In the market?’ Dean almost asks why Sam would do that, but on second thought, Cas is all his brother ever talks about.

Cas was reading a book by that tree the other day, I tried waving, he didn’t notice me. He’s so focused when he reads.

I caught Cas at the bus stop today, before he left for school. Rode with him a couple of stops. He’s really stressed out with all his school work. He uh, he says hi.

Cas came by the market today, he bought some lettuce. He, um, says hi.

He would. His brother would kiss Cas, randomly at the market.

'I can’t breathe, Dean.' 

Dean pats him on the shoulder, ‘Easy there, Cas.’

Cas nods to himself, and hands Dean the box of cornstarch, ‘I have to go. I have to tell Gabriel.’

Cas runs off before Dean can stop him, ‘Cas, wait! What am I gonna do with a box of shoplifted cornstarch!?’

'What in the Hell? What’re you yellin’ about now?’ Bobby shouts from the other room.

'I said, would you be interested in a box of cornstarch?’ Dean calls back.

Dean can’t be sure from where he’s standing, but Bobby might have grumbled back something that sounded like the word idjits.

—- —- —-

'He kissed you?’ His eyes light up with something all too Gabriel like.

'You’re teasing me.’ Cas eyes his brother warily, maybe telling him about Sam wasn’t a wise decision.

'I am not, I swear it on this cake. So, he kissed you and?’

'I thanked him.’ Cas replies simply.

Gabriel chokes a little on a bite of cake, ‘You thanked him? How polite of you.’ He offers, eyes alight with amusement.

Cas shuffles awkwardly in their kitchen, ‘And then I ran off to tell Dean. I shoplifted a box of cornstarch.’

'Cassie,’ Gabriel laughs at how flushed his brother looks, 'You ran off after he kissed you?’

'I’m not.. good at this, Gabriel. I’m not like you. How do you do it?’

Gabriel raises an eyebrow, ‘Do what?’

'I’ve seen you.. flirting. You have a comeback for everything, you make them laugh, you wink and you smile right—’

'I smile right?’

'Then you do that thing with your eyebrows,’ Gabriel playfully waggles his eyebrows, 'That, and then you walk away and they just stand there in awe of you. I’ll never be able to do that. I can barely talk to Sam, I want to, but I don’t know how.’

'Listen kid, the talking part, you just get used to it. And the leaving him in awe of you part? You’ve got too blue eyes and that adorable frown. You like him, he likes you. Just give yourself a little time to get there.’ Gabriel shrugs, and that look Cas is giving him is a little too fond for comfort so he rolls his eyes and pulls him in for a hug.

'He kissed me.’ Cas mumbles shyly, into their hug.

'That he did, little bro.’ Gabriel ruffles his hair.

—- —- —-

'Is that Dean?’ Cas eyes the phone. Gabriel nods back.

'So, is he coming?’

'Yeah, he’s coming. Kid practically stumbled over himself with excitement, he’s like an overgrown puppy.’ Gabriel swears he can hear Dean roll his eyes over the phone.

'Is who coming?’ Gabriel mouths Sam at Cas, and his eyes widen in mortification.

'Great see you at eight.’ Gabriel hangs up, and looks up at Cas’ horror struck face. 'What?’

'Sam’s coming? Here? To our house?’

'Yeah, Dean’s coming over for pizza and a movie, told him he could bring Sam. Why are you looking at me like that?’


'Cassie, it’s okay. It’s just pizza and a movie. Dean comes over all the time, why can’t Sam come? You guys can hang out.’

Cas runs a and through his mess of dark hair, ‘What do I wear? He’s only ever seen me in my uniform.’

Gabriel studies the blue pullover, ‘Your sweater’s fine,’ he offers, and Cas glares back, ’I’m serious, it makes your eyes look really blue, and the sleeves are really long.’

'Why is the sleeve length relevant?’

'It’s adorable on you. Sam might even kiss you, again.’

—- —- —-

'So Sam, Cassie. Dean-o and I are are gonna go upstairs to.. do things in my room. Shout when the pizza gets here.’ Smooth. Or it would have been if Dean hadn’t choked on his Coke.

Sam and Cas watch their brothers walk up the stairs, Gabe winks at them, and Sam shakes his head and laughs lightly.

'Sorry, about before Cas. It’s just uh, you were frowning at that box of cornstarch and before I knew it I was, um, leaning in, I’m sorry.’ Sam feels Cas’ eyes on him, so he turns and meets his blue gaze.

Cas is frowning up at him, ‘Are you apologizing for the kiss, Sam?’ His gaze drops to Sam’s lips, and he flushes.

Sam licks his lips, nervously. He knows Cas likes him. He told Cas how he felt about him, and Cas told him he liked him back. Cas blushed furiously and walked away right after, but that’s just Cas.

He smiles shyly up at him every time time they talk. He comes by the market all the time now. They were about to hold hands the other day, before the bus driver had pulled in early. His fingers still twitch when he remembers the warmth of Cas’ fingers, close enough to touch.

'I’m not apologizing for kissing you. I wanted to kiss you, I like you Cas. It’s just, I didn’t ask you if I could first.’

'Oh.’ Cas is looking at his mouth again.

Sam swallows, ‘Can I kiss you, Cas?’

Cas nods, and steps in closer. Sam leans in slowly, pressing his lips to Cas’ soft mouth. He raises a hand, and pushes his fingers into Cas’ hair.

It’s perfect. Cas is pressed up against him, and he parts his lips on a soft sigh. Sam pulls back enough to grin down at him, ‘Thank you.’

—- —- —-

I’m sorry, how is Gilmore Girls not a Sastiel AU? Everything is, to be honest. Ever fallen in love with a pairing? They’re in every song I hear, in every scene I see.


Description: Dean x Reader. The reader overhears a little something they shouldn’t have and questions Dean about it.
Words: 1,315
Warnings: Angst?
Author’s Note: So much angst yet so much fun! ;)

Request: @savedbyimagination Hi :) can you do a Dean x reader based on the song Lies by Marina and the Diamonds please? X

Pretending to sleep is easy. Eyes closed, steady your breathing and relax your muscles. It’s incredibly simple, that is, until you hear somebody mention your name. In under a second, you’re then faced with a dilemma. Do you make it known that you’re awake, or do you listen in to whatever is happening and risk giving yourself away?

Today, you settled for listening in. Was it an honest way to coexist and live together? Absolutely not, but, your quickened pulse and curiosity got the better of you.

“… Y/N and you need to talk. You’ve got to say something sooner rather than later.”

“And say what exactly?”

“I don’t know, but you can’t keep-”

“Yeah, and that’s gonna go down like a lead balloon, Sammy. Just drop it.”

“No, come on, it’s been-”

“I said drop it. Goodnight.”

“Seriously, Dean-”

It washed over youlike a wave,  your muscles tensed and you fought the urge to flick your eyelids open as you heard the motel room door click shut. Surprisingly light footsteps receded away and you were left, again, with silence, the one you were now incredibly and infuriatingly used to.

After a few more seconds, shuffling could be heard as well as a few huffs before the bed behind you gently creaked down and you felt Dean’s hand rest lightly on your waist. He let out a steady sigh and then huddled in, starting to attempt to sleep.

Your eyes shot open at the contact. Admittedly, this was self inflicted, however, concentrating on staying ‘asleep’ now was impossible and the more you thought about it, the harder it was.

That convesation was not meant for your ears but it was more than a bit late now. With the implications of what was said, too? You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears and decided to try a tactic to cover yourself.

“Dean?” You mumbled, making your voice sound as groggy and sleep ridden as possible.

“Right here… Did I, um, wake you?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, “just when you sat down.”

Dean let out a minor breath before he gave you a small squeeze and spoke again.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, just go back to sleep.”

You nodded and made a sound of agreement, waiting for some sort of reply but there was nothing.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t seen something like this coming, being in any relationship with Dean was never going to be perfect and it wasn’t as if you didn’t trust him. Just some things you trusted him with more than others.

A lot of the time you saw Dean now, he was tiptoeing in late at night, often stumbling drunk and with fresh bruises and cuts. He was nothing but gentle with you but sometimes you felt he was tiptoeing around more than just the room.

You swallowed hard, the chances were you were reading into things but that didn’t solve what you’d overheard. You hoped at least. You played it over in your head, but couldn’t think of an ulterior meaning.

“Is everything alright?” His low voice rumbled behind you.

“Yep, of course,” you said, silently cursing at the waver in your voice.

There was a pregnant pause before you felt Dean’s hand leave your side and he spoke again.

“Alright. Do you want to bring your voice down an octave? Your voice only goes that high when you’re lying. What’s up?”

You rolled your eyes and made a mental note to remember your tell for next time. Throwing back the sheets, you pulled yourself up into a sitting position and switched on the small lamp beside you.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Dean said slowly and deliberately.

“Your conversation with Sam, 2 seconds ago. What aren’t you telling me?” You said, turning to face him. Dean ran his hand across his jaw, which was looking rugged and unshaven again, and moved so he was staring up the ceiling.

“Son of a bitch,” he let out a quick breath, “I’m going to guess I can’t get you to drop it until the morning.”

“10 points to gryfindoor.”

Dean threw you a disapproving look and pulled himself into a sitting position next to you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wait?” He said quietly, but a glance at your face told him all he needed to know. “Alright, so, we’ve… I’ve been thinking. This whole thing, you and I, it’s… well, it’s not going to fit. I barely see you when it’s not night and even then I’m drunk half the time. It’s just not working. So, um, yeah, you get it, right?”

You blinked, stunned for a few seconds. Your mouth seemed to open and close silently and of its own accord before you finally spat something out.

“That’s it?”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s it? That’s what you’ve been wanting to say? You’ve been stringing me along?” You spat out, throwing the rest of the covers off so that you could stand up.

“You’ve got to get it though? We’ve been pretending for the past month that it’s alright, but it’s not.”

You clenched your jaw tight, convinced that it might hold in the tears stinging in the corners of your eyes. Dean mirrored your expression, and for a moment, all that could be heard was your heavy breathing. It felt surreal, like you were viewing it through someone else’s eyes, because surely to God, that didn’t just happen. You knew he’d been acting off… but this?

Taking a deep breath and swallowing down the lump in your throat, you began to pack your bag, hands gliding over your things like clockwork. It wasn’t as if you were a stranger to packing in a hurry, but not usually like this.

“Y/N, you can stay the night. You’ve got nowhere to go out there this late, it’s not safe.”

You shook your head and without saying a word, grabbed the last few things from the bathroom and shoved them on top of the duffel before fighting to zip it up.

“Hey, Y/N, come on, don’t be reckless, just stop-”

“Don’t even mention the word reckless to me, Dean,” you said threateningly.

He kept talking the whole time you packed but you didn’t, or rather, couldn’t register what was being said. You pulled on your shoes, barely bothering to undo them and turned to face Dean.

“You’re not seriously going? Now? It’s gone midnight!” Dean spoke quickly.

“Yeah, I am. Don’t pretend you care.”

“I love you, Y/N-”

“Like a friend, I know.”

The thickness was clear in both of your voices, but prolonging it just seemed impractical. Dean’s chest was heaving in what you assumed to be anger, but you didn’t dwell on it. Digging into your bag, you threw $20 onto the bedside table before striding toward the door.

“For the room costs.”

Your voice cracked and you sped out the door and into the night before you could break down any further. The wind instantly hit your eyes, forcing out the tears that had been teetering on the edge of your vision. You fumbled to find your phone and called the first cab service you had saved.

Dean watched the door slam shut and bit back the urge to go after you. He took a shaky breath and walked into the small en suite bathroom. He took off the shirt he was still wearing from when he came in and splashed some cool water on his face.

Acting was painfully easy to him now, the right lies in the right places and he could literally get away with murder. He slammed off the tap, letting out a shaky sigh before catching sight of the angry, red mark on his arm. Dean bit back his own tears, it wasn’t how he’d wanted it to happen, but at least you were safe from him now.

read part 2 here!

“Not it,” Tina says, as a customer opens the door and parks himself at the table closest to the registers. She makes a beeline over to a group of young teens who have been messing with the iPad minis for nearly an hour now and are very obviously not going to buy anything.

Blaine finishes closing out the order he’d been working on and braces himself. If Tina would rather waste her time with a group of rowdy kids he can only imagine what sort of pain in the ass customer she spotted.

Blaine has a special knack for dealing with demanding, grouchy customers; he’s usually able to defuse the situation and soothe any issues. But that sure as hell doesn’t mean he enjoys it.

When he looks up to get a better look at the guy Tina nodded to before disappearing, Blaine is both surprised and pleased. He doesn’t look particularly angry, just impatient; tapping his fingers on the tabletop and sighing loudly. And he’s pretty hot. Blaine can deal with hot and slightly annoyed, no problem.

“Hi there! My name is Blaine, how can I help you?”

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