and then you cry and your tears are for family ; ;

Alternate Titles for Every "Dear Evan Hansen" Song
  • Anybody Have a Map?: Kids These Days With Their Anxieties and Marijuanas
  • Waving Through a Window: In a Metaphorical Way, Not a Creepy Way
  • For Forever: Just Pick a Murphy Sibling to Have a Crush On and Stick to It, Evan
  • Sincerely, Me: Connor Murphy's Ghost is Real and He Tried to Suck My Dick
  • Requiem: Well Yeah You're Dead But You Were Also Kind of a Piece of Shit So RIP, I Guess
  • If I Could Tell Her: NOW IS NOT THE TIME, EVAN
  • Disappear: The Spiritual Manifestation of Evan's Falsehoods Guilt-Trips Him to Continue Lying
  • You Will Be Found: I'm Not Crying You're Crying
  • Sincerely, Me (Reprise): Connor Murphy's Ghost is Real and He Sucked Dick For Meth
  • To Break In a Glove: If Your Dad Were a Song From a Broadway Musical
  • Only Us: Stop Moaning My Dead Brother's Name While We're Having Sex, Evan
  • Good For You: *Evan's Conscience, Banging Pots and Pans Together* YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!
  • Words Fail: How the Fuck Does Ben Platt Sing This Through Tears I'm Shook
  • So Big/So Small: *Calls My Mom to Tell Her I Love Her*
  • Finale: Hey Evan Can I Hit Up That Pottery Barn Friends & Family Discount
Nine Months - Harry Styles Imagine

No piece of mine has never had as much interest surrounding it as this one has, so thank you for expressing your excitement to me. I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait. (Protip: if you’re reading on mobile, ditch the app and read on Safari or Chrome instead, as the app is prone to close on longer pieces of text).

This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation. 

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“you have your mother’s eyes” 

Lily stood there with her back straight, tears streaming down her face. Her arms spread wide out, as if that will protect the infant that was behind her in the crib. She looked up, into the face of the intruder. Searching, hoping, for a flicker of hesitation. Instead, all she saw was a smile. Perhaps even a laugh, she did not know. She could only hear her own cries. “Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”. She was begging, hoping, he would comply. In that moment, her vision was blurry. She wanted to turn around and kiss Harry one more time, wanted to tell him how much she loved him….”Please … have mercy … have mercy…”.  One more kiss, one more look, one more moment. “Please”. The last thing she saw was a green light coming towards her. 

“you have your mother’s eyes”

Harry looked into the face of his opponent. His back straight, but his body aching. His clothes having stains of dried blood. He must die. It must end. He did not say a word. He couldn’t. Instead, he pictured Ron and Hermione. His best friends. The ones he dreamed of having during his childhood, when Dudley and his friends laughed at him. His two best friends who stuck by him, who protected him. He pictured his parents, whom he saw moments ago. He knew they were beside him. His mother was likely standing in front of him, like she had done years ago. But this time, it was Harry’s turn to protect those he loved. Ginny’s face popped up into his vision. When he had seen her in the castle, he wanted to hug her. Have one last moment with her. One last kiss. He straightened his back again, and looked into his opponent’s red eyes. He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017

Are you evil? Like cackling-like-crazy-when-you-can-make-people-cry-over-a-fic evil? 

Do you secretly take pleasure in putting your reader and characters through literal hell? Do you love tearing people to shreds, ending relationships, killing characters bloody? Yeah us too!

Angst is hard to write. It is plot driven and you have to know your characters well to really make people feel what they are feeling. Angst is an underappreciated skill or at least so we think. That is why we have decided to host Angst Appreciation Day.

June 23rd we want to flood tumblr with heart wrenching angst. We want laptops to drown in the tears of the readers. We want to break hearts and cackle while doing so. Who’s with us?

If you love writing angst. If you love making angsty aesthetics. If you love making angsty videos - this is the day for you.

If you are an artist you can make:

Aesthetics

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Series

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You can collab as a writer with an artist or another writer. You can team up however you want or you can go solo and do whatever your little black heart contents.

There are only a few rules:

Use the # SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017 - Do this so we got everything in one place and so that everyone can find your amazing work!

All fics must be posted on June 23rd. Don’t worry about timezones though. If it is June 23rd where you are it goes.

Use warnings! Not so much so you spoil your fic but warn for triggers and write them in your tags if you feel better about that.

For the love of Chuck use the Keep Reading feature for anything above 500 words.

All pairings, ships, reader inserts, OCs are welcome - it has to be for the SPN Fandom though.

Actor fics are welcome. AUs are welcome. SPN verse character fics are welcome. Anything goes here people.

IT HAS TO BE FOR THE SPN FANDOM

No sign-ups. All are free to join. We would greatly appreciate a reblog of this post though - Ya know for signal boost :D

Make people cry!

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Jealous much

(A/N): I decided why the hell not do a poly relationship?

Request:  Can you do an imagine where the reader loves Bucky/Steve, but he has a girlfriend and when the reader decides to move on he gets jealous or something ? ( please make it angst at first and then really fluffy at the end ) thank you 😊

Warnings: jealous super soldiers, swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018,  @holland-toms,  @superwholockian309@fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


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   You sip at your drink sadly, your spirits had been depleted hours ago and all you wanted to do was go to your room and sleep until Sunday but seeing as how this was Bucky’s 100th birthday that would be rude. So now here you were, drinking all alone in the corner of Tony’s bar as everyone danced and had a fan-fucking-tastic time, or more specifically Bucky and Steve.

   You wanted to growl in annoyance when you looked over at the rugged super soldiers, all tall and thick and- God no, you needed to stop thinking like that. They were your teammates for Christ’s sake and here you were, ogling at them. It’s not like it would ever work out anyways…they had girlfriends and damn good looking ones too. Steve had Sharon, beautiful, slender, badass Sharon and Bucky had some girl named Dot, some cute curly red haired, green eyed innocent little thing and well- you had no one but yourself and a bottle of scotch.

   With a dry chuckle you drink another shot, allowing the burning liquid to soothe your pain.

   You had no right to be jealous, they were never yours to begin with, what made you feel entitled enough to dictate who they dated or fell in love with? The last one sticks to your tongue, making the burning in your throat a million times worse.

   What if Bucky and Steve both fell in love with someone other than you? What if they settled down, finally started a family, and you never got the chance to tell them how much you loved them? Tears begin to pinprick your eyes but you refuse to let them fall, this was a joyous occasion, it was Bucky’s big one hundred for fucks sake, you couldn’t cry now but you could drown your sorrows in your lovely scotch. You take another swig of the burning liquid, allowing it to simmer in your mouth before gliding down your throat, leaving an even more unpleasant burning feeling. You cough a but, trying to rid your throat of the horrid burning when suddenly there’s a hand upon your shoulder, grasping it gently.

   “Heya,” You look back only to come face to face with a stranger- but a rather attractive one at that. “I’m Brent,” You smile to the best of your ability, cringing lightly at yourself.

   “I’m (Y/N),”

   “(Y/N)’s a very pretty name,” You blush a bit. God, you were blushing, how sad are you?

  “Thank you,”

   “So um- I saw you over here drinking scotch alone and I thought maybe you’d like to go dancing with me?” You let your eyes linger on the man, brown hair, blue eyes, a gorgeous jaw and the perfect height; he was like the love child of Steve and Bucky himself and you were more than attracted to him.

   “I can’t promise I won’t step on your feet,” Brent chuckles as he takes your hand in his, gingerly as possible as though you were made of porcelain.

   “A few broken toes is no big deal,” You laugh as you make your way to the dance floor, the intoxicating music slowly starting to get to you. All around people were dancing, some more reserved but for the most part everyone was grinding on each other, having a damn good time and well- you deserved to have a damn good time too. Immediately Brent’s hands settle upon your waist as you slowly begin to move to the best of the music. A little grind here, a little grind there. Before you know it the two of you are practically dry humping and amidst other people as well. It felt so dirty but it felt oh so right too. You bite your lip as you allow yourself to succumb to the moment, to let yourself finally be free of anything other than Brent’s hands upon your waist and the way his cock ever so deliciously-

   “(Y/N).” There was a dangerous growl, low and throaty and more than intimidating. You slowly open your eyes, feeling rather drunk on the music and Brent, and you slowly focus in on the two figures ahead of you, each one with their arms folded over their chest in an almost defensive manner. “(Y/N), can we talk to you? In private-” It was Bucky. It was Bucky and Steve both standing there, staring at you disapprovingly. Oh god- what had you done? What was wrong? Did they somehow did out about your love for them? Or maybe it was something worse?

   A million thoughts start swimming through your mind as you slowly step away from Brent, giving him a soft apology before stepping up to the two super soldiers.

   Their gaze upon you was scary, a dark almost predatory like look to them. You’d seen this look a thousand times before, usually directed at Tony or some enemies but never you. God- to get them to look at you like that meant you had to have done something horrible. Guess you’d be finding out in a few minutes… 


   The elevator ride up to Bucky and Steve’s shared floor was tense, with one soldier on either side of you, making you feel small and rather childlike. There was an almost angry air surrounding the two of them and it scared you more than anything.

   You replayed the last week in your mind, trying to figure out what you had done wrong. You had done all your training sessions, every mission was a success, you had bought Bucky a birthday present; what else was there that you could have messed up? Your throat runs dry as the elevator dings and both soldiers make their way out, thus forcing them out with you.

   “You guys-” your voice is shy and timid at best. “What’s going on? Why are you so angry?” Both Steve and Bucky chuckle, shaking their heads as though they were amused.

   “You really don’t know why were angry?” Bucky’s tone sends shivers down your spine, and not the pleasant kind either.

   “N-no,”

   “How about the fact you were essentially fucking some stranger right on the dance floor, does that ring a bell?” Steve’s tone is just as dark and it scares you more than anything else.

   “I-I’m sorry, everyone else was doing it, I-I thought it was okay,”

   “All that man was trying to do was get down your pants,” For some reason now is when your nerves return, full force at that too. You went from scared and helpless to confident and angry in only a matter of seconds.

   “And why do you care Rogers? Maybe you should focus less on me and more on that girlfriend of yours,” Steve growls as he suddenly lunges for you, pinning you to the wall behind you.

   “What if I don’t want anyone down these pants, hmm? What if I want you all to myself, ever thought of that?” You gulp as you look at Steve, at the dark look upon his face and the intimidating look in his eyes. “What if Bucky wanted you, what then? What if we both want you but you’re too fucking oblivious to all our attempts?” You look to Bucky who shares the same look with Steve, dark and intimidating.

   His words don’t even set in for a few moments as you play them over and over again in your head, mulling each word, syllable, and vowel meticulously.

   "Wait…you both- you both want me?”

   “Fuck yes,” Bucky growls, his voice lower than you had ever heard. “Wanted you since the moment we laid eyes on you doll,” You squirm withing Steve’s grasp, looking between the two men uncomfortably. It wasn’t exactly nice to be pinned by Steve or to have him and Bucky glaring straight daggers at you.

   “What about Sharon and dot?”

   “No,” Bucky shakes his head. “They don’t count- they’re not you, they’re not as special,” You gulp as Steve’s face looms over you, his rather scary gaze only making your heart rate increase.

   “This isn’t some kind of sick joke?” You whisper timidly, a bit too scared to know the answer. If Bucky and Steve were lying that meant a world of heartache for you but if they said yes that meant a million other things- two personal furnaces to keep you warm at night, more coffee to make in the mornings, more love to share and receive-

   “No, how many times do we have to say that we want you (Y/N)?” Steve’s voice is right beside your ear, sending almost pleasurable sparks up your spine.

   You sigh shakily as his words finally set in, Bucky and Steve wanted you, the two men you’d fallen in love with wanted you just as much as you wanted them. Steve goes to say something else, his lips in a near snarl when you pounce upon him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him tightly. The man must have been thoroughly taken back by your sudden moves but only a moment passes before he’s melting into your embrace, any trace of anger having immediately been wiped from his system.

    “You can get in on this too Bucky,” You mumble from your place in Steve’s neck. There’s an almost disbelieving chuckle and suddenly another pair of arms wrap around you, making the hug that much better. Bucky’s head nuzzles against yours and your unable to stop the happy chuckles that falls from your lips as Bucky sweetly kisses your lips, soothing any nerves or fear you previously had.

   “Save some for me Barnes,” Steve chuckles as Bucky breaks away, licking his lips deliciously. Without a moment to waste Steve kisses you, his lips just as soft and sweet as Bucky’s. at this point you felt high on whatever was in the air right now, lust? Love? Whatever it was you were definitely feeling it but the sudden thump of music floors below you pulls you out if your almost high. You pull away from Steve, much to his dismay.

   “Bucky, what about your party?” Bucky smirks as he takes your hand, gently guiding you out of Steve’s embrace and down a hall.

   “I was thinking we could have a little party Of our own,” The soldier gives you a little flirtatious wink.

   “But what about everyone else and-”

   “What birthday boy wants birthday boy gets, right?” You nod your head, biting your lip. “And I want you naked and on my bed in a minute, you Better be ready for us doll,” Bucky smirks as he gives your ass a light smack as you walk into his bedroom, more like jump into the room due from the almost heart attack Bucky caused you. “One minute doll,” Bucky gives you one last wink as he closes the door, leaving you to get ready for not only him but Steve as well.

   You bite your lip as your fingers tremble to remove your shirt. You didn’t even know what you were to Bucky and Steve, special, you knew that much but that was it, there was nothing else to go on. But one thing was for certain at this point; this was going to be one hell of a night.

~Extended ending~

    Two pairs of arms wrapped around your waist snugly, two warm chest pressed against you, one to your front and one to your back. You hum softly as you nuzzle into the closest body; Steve. His warmth radiated off his body in waves, overtaking the freezing room and keeping you more than warm. Bucky was pressed behind you, his scruffy face nuzzled into your neck, his breath gently hit your skin as he breathed in and out.

   You groan softly as you try to stretch your limbs but with two super soldiers glued to you that was kind of hard.

   “Bucky- Steve,” You poke each man’s cheek in an attempt to wake them up. “Come on, I gotta go make breakfast,”

   “You don’t have to make breakfast,” Bucky whispers into your neck as he pulls you a little closer. Apparently a poke to his cheek had been enough to wake him up unlike Steve who was now burrowing into your chest like a dog or cat of sorts. “You can lay in bed with us for the rest of the day,” You smile softly as Bucky kisses your ear, his lips barely fluttering against your skin.

   “So no coffee or bacon?”

   “There’s that pancake house down the road, once Steve gets his lazy ass up we’ll go there, sound good?” You go to reply when suddenly an equally sleepy voice penetrates the air, making both you and Bucky chuckle softly.

   “I’m awake you ass,” it was times like these, when the three of you could simply be- no worry of the media or the other avengers, no worry about hydra or aliens from other dimensions- that you realized you loved your boys more than anything in the world.

What else do you love about me? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n and Shawn talk about what they love about each other.

Authors note: Purely wrote this so I could gush about how amazing Shawn is 


“Why are you so hot?” I ask while I layed on the hotel bed, my legs hanging off the side. 

“What?” Shawn laughs, turning around and looking at me through the doorway from the bathroom.

I tilt my head to look at him. “I mean like, I know you go to the gym and everything but you’re face- flawless. I cannot find one flaw on your face,” 

“Is that so?” Shawn hums, his back muscles shifting as he turned the tap off after finishing rinsing his toothbrush.

“I’m not usually one to obsess over looks because personality is key,”

“Are you saying my personality sucks?” Shawn teases, flicking the lights off in the bathroom and he leans against the door frame.

I shoot up right, “Not at all. You’re a 10 out of 10. You have the full package. Good as looks, most amazing personality and you can sing. No wonder you got the chicks swooning,” 

Shawn’s head tips back as he laughs, “I only need one chick to swoon and that’s you,” 

“See, that is what I mean. That right there was perfect,” I point at him as I speak.

“Did it make you swoon?” he says smirking, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Just a little bit,” I grin, flopping back onto the mattress.

“What else do you love about me?” Shawn walks over crawling onto the mattress, laying on his side, head propped up on his hand to look at me.

“You have the softest hair ever. Do you use product? I’ve never seen you put any in but then again, I’m never awake early enough to see if you do anything after your shower,” I trail off, eyes flicking to meet his.

“All natural baby,” he smiles, his eyes warm as they lock with mine.

“Of course it is. I’m seriously considering that you might be a Greek god like Hercules or something. Left on earth to be raised by human parents so you could bless all us humans,”

“Pretty sure I’m human Y/n,” he says laughing.

“To be discussed,”

Silence settles over us, the heater humming creating background noise. Shawn leans closer, his nose brushing my cheek.

“Want to know what I love about you?” He whispers, his breath fanning my face.

“My charm?” I ask, winking at him. A chuckle escapes his lips, his head falling onto my shoulder.

“As much as I love your charm I also love how you always try and find something positive in every situation,” 

“I guess I do that,” I smile softly, pecking his nose.

“You also show so much love to all your friends and family. You don’t halfheartedly love someone, you put your whole soul and body into it,” He kisses my forehead gently. “Thats why I’m so lucky to have you in my life and to be able to receive your love,”

“Dammit Shawn, I’m going to cry,” I let out a shaky laugh.

“Aw baby no, this is meant to be a happy moment,” Shawn tucks some hair behind my ear.

“They’re happy tears don’t worry,” I smile at him, my heart feeling as though it would burst at the sight of the man in front of me.

“You’re also the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says and I gasp.

“But what happened to and I quote ‘she’s not even drop dead gorgeous’,” 

“Y/n,” he laughs, shaking his head at me. 

“Its okay, apparently it kills you anyway,”

4 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,429

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as blood, drugs and guns.

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It’s An Older Sibling Thing

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1469+ words

TW: Mentions of drug dealing, prostitution, and child abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this so late! I literally wrote this the night I signed up for the Challenge, but completely forgot about it ;; This is for @not-moose-one-shots 6K Writing Challenge! Congrats on 6000 followers, boo! And thank you for hosting the Challenge. This is my first time joining a Challenge, and I’m so glad I did it! 

11.  “He must pay well.”


A low growl erupted from your throat as the demon took your laptop from your backpack. Two days. It’s been two days since you were kidnapped, and tortured.

“You hunters think you’re so smart,” the demon taunted with a smirk. You looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was tracking Dean’s location. It was the same technique that every hunters used when you needed someone’s location- all you needed was their phone numbers. “We’ve picked up a few skills while being hunted.” He laughed with a wicked grin. “Now, c’mon. We’re gonna pay the Winchesters a little visit.” He raised his gun, and knocked your skull with the butt of it.

When you came to, you realized you were laying on a motel bed, the yellow lighting being too bright for your eyes. You groaned in pain, trying to assess your surroundings. The binds that were around your wrists and ankles were gone, and you felt the uncomfortable feeling of gauze and tape around your injuries.

“Easy, Y/N,” a voice rumbled from the other bed.

“Dean?” you called, turning your head to face him. His jaw tensed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. The motel room was a mess as if a hurricane went through it.

“That’s what happens when you lead a demon to our room,” he sniped, seeing you look around the room.

“What do you-”

“The demon you brought here.”

“Brought here?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes. “We know you told him our location in exchange for your life.”

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Let us all take a moment to reflect on the many gifts episode 5 blessed us with:

1) Cosima backstory (including info on her parents and why they don’t know she’s sick!!)
2) Cosima character development (personal growth and learning from past experiences! Huzzah!!)
3) Cosima being the vintage Cosima we fell in love with (whip smart, cheeky, principled, stubborn, emotional, tender, and brave!!)
4) Family spoon! (I’m dead)
5) Hearing that Felix & Delphine will be working together in Geneva (implying that they will actually get along and maybe he’ll treat her w/ respect)
6) A shred of hope that Marion is in Geneva and/or deep throat. (those sounds you hear are the deafening squees of Vintage!Bordeax fans)
7) A talented female director…and “it showed”. THANK YOU, HELEN!
8) Moar Irish Creme dynamic duo (the crack fics just write themselves!)
9…and my personal favorite)  Cosima and Delphine actually TALKING to each other like adults and working through issues in the moment. Both making their feelings/positions known but also letting their past experiences (like that flashback where Delphine passionately pledges her loyalty) guide their reactions and conclusions. Cosima being given (albeit via retcon flashback) the chance to see what Delphine’s fans have been hollering about for years: She is fully committed to you and your family, you just have to trust her and give her the room to do the (often dirty) work that needs to be done, Cosima! On-screen Cosima never got to really see the side of Delphine that fans did, so giving her a flashback to fill in those gaps was so satisfying and vindicating for a fan like myself. OB had me bawling for the first time in ages. Emotional about seeing how far these two have come (personal growth at last!) and crying tears of joy over our chance to see a united and more mature Cophine on this Final Trip…

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Seventeen

Summary: You clear up your misunderstanding with the Ackles’ and things are finally looking up.
Words: 3.6k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ
Warnings: mild angst, feels
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

“We need to talk.”

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Songbird-Ch.3

Mystic Messenger Mafia AU

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Word Count: 1,350

~I had to split this chapter up for lengths sake! But here you guys go! ^^ This one wasn’t graphic, but the next one will be.

“Plot? In MY FIC? It’s more common than you think”…lolololol


     He was an old man. His clothes were visibly worn and in his leathery hands he held a tattered piece of cream colored paper. His milky eyes searched the walls as he walked, admiring the paintings and moldings, the various vases and art pieces.

     Without even the slightest creak from them, he walked through another set of large wooden doors that were opened for him, and into the room where he faced three young men. He coughed a bit as he inhaled cigar smoke, coming from the youngest man. Just a boy, in his eyes, with red hair peeking from underneath his cap as he sat leisurely in a chair on the side of the room.

     Closer to the desk sat a well-dressed man. His suit must have been worth more than the he made in a year, the old man thought. His leg crossed over his other, and a look of interest on his face as his eyes tracked the man’s walk towards the desk.

     His hands were shaking at seeing the Don. He sat in a large leather chair behind a mahogany desk. His suit was white and contrasting against his blue hair and eyes. The eyes that were dull but searching the old man in a serious manner.

     The old man made his way slowly to the side of the desk. On weakened knees he began kneeling down and kissed the back of the man’s palm before standing up and taking a few steps back. The Don’s face remained calm and unyielding.

     “Why have you come to me, today,” he asked the old man.

     While his voice was soft, it was surprisingly commanding. His right hand was caressing his thick cane like a habit as everyone stared at each other in the quiet room. The old man suddenly felt light headed at the realization of where he was at.

     His calloused fingers shakily held out the paper to the Don, before being snatched up by the dark haired man at his side.

     “You did not meet us as first ordered in our first letter. Do what you please. It is immaterial to us, money or death. If you want to save your life, tomorrow have $1,000 ready. Two men will go to present themselves to you. You will give not less than $1,000. Thus you may stop us from persecuting you as you have been adjudged to give money or life. Woe upon you if you do not resolve to buy your future happiness, you can do so by giving us the money demanded…otherwise we will set fire to you or blow you up with a bomb. Consider this matter well, for this is the last warning I will give you,” the dark haired man read, “at the bottom of a page is a black hand drawn above a coffin.”

      The room was thick with silence for a moment. Even the red haired man had pulled the cigar from his mouth and finally sat up straight in his chair to listen in. V did not seem phased.

     “And what would you like me to do,” V asked the old man.

      “I have been loyal to you for many, many years…I am old. The convenience store I run is enough to feed my family, but…I can’t afford to pay this money! Who could? I have a daughter…grandchildren, all dependent on me. Please…Don V…have mercy on me and my family. Help us…” his eyes are welling with tears as he speaks, but he does not cry.

     “This is the first time you have come to me for help. You have never invited me to your home for coffee…”

     “What do you want of me? My home is yours. My business is yours, please…” the old man pleaded through weak breaths and shaking hands.

     “You want our protection,” V states.

     “You understand everything, Don V,” the old man grovels.

     “If you are offering your friendship…your enemies are my enemies. Our enemies…My men will make sure you are safe. They will fear you, as they do us,” he explained with an unchanging and hard face.

     “Please. Accept me…be my friend. I want nothing more than your friendship,” his voice cracked a moment but he bowed nonetheless and brought the Dons hand into his own, bringing it to his forehead.

     V nodded in agreement as they brought the old man out by his arms at first, before gently guided him out of the room.

     “You will owe me,” V called to him in a flat tone of warning.

     When the man had disappeared from sight, Jumin stood up from his chair and placed the letter down on the desk in front of V.

     “We should get to the bottom of this as soon as we can,” he explained.

     Elizabeth 3rd had jumped from his lap with a meow and trot across the floor, jumping up into V’s lap. Though his face was unchanging and unmoving, he pet her with his free hand as he leaned in the chair.

     “I’m aware, thank you,” he nodded.

     Saeyoung had removed the cigar from his mouth and stood up to pace the room. Though V had seemed calm, he was worried. No one had ever challenged their territory before. Families knew to stick to their own sides and keep to themselves. His brain was working in overdrive trying to imagine who could have the balls enough to challenge them. Had he ever seen the symbols before? No, if he asked around enough, perhaps someone would be familiar…

     “Who do you want to me assign to this,” Saeyoung asked.

     “Whomever,” V waved his hand, “who do you trust most?”

     “Lucky and…Kitten,” he scratched his head as he thought about it.

     Jumin, who had been taking a peek outside the blinds behind V’s desk, flooding the room with light before he stopped to face Saeyoung, stepped away. His face was full of concern but V still seemed stoic and unmoving.

     “Kitten, hm,” he asked with a cynical chuckle, “you’ve been getting closer to that one. Any particular reasoning?”

     “I’d tell you, if it were any of your fucking business,” Saeyoung shrugged with a smile. 

     They were in a stare down across the room. Only the jingle of Elizabeth’s collar could be heard in the silence. Even the body guards had left them to their privacy.

     “I believe it is. Since where you put your dick affects this organization-“

     “Enough!” V commanded.

     Both of them jumped as his cane smacked down on the wooden desk with a loud snap. Each of them quieted down, awaiting his next words. V couldn’t stand either of their bickering. It made it hard for him to call on them both at the same time. And he needed them both. V was quiet, his mind rampant with thinking about what would be coming in the next several weeks. Though he remained calm and silent about the inner workings in his mind, he knew it was going to be tough times ahead. The ominous feeling swallowed him like quicksand.

     “Saeyoung, what are you waiting for? Get going,” V said sternly before he watched Saeyoung leave the room in haste. He took note of the annoyed scoff he made in Jumin’s direction before he left.

     V stood from his chair and headed for the drink cart at the side of the room. His cane tapped slowly in front of him with each step. His sight wasn’t completely gone. In fact, he considered himself lucky he could see as much as he did.

     “It’s getting worse, isn’t it,” Jumin remarked, his tone had a hint of pity laced within.

     “You have to help Saeyoung. He’ll be head of the family soon…I can’t have you two at each others throats like this,” he sighed.

     “V-“

     “Jihyun,” he cut Jumin off, “we are alone now, after all,” he replied with a smile.

     “Jihyun…I’ll do my best. I’ll advise him the best I can. But shouldn’t you tell him?” Jumin asked sincerely.

     “In due time…thank you, old friend,” V took a sip of his drink.

ladytemeraire  asked:

So my mom and I LOVE to read each other stories, and tonight's the first time I've been home in roughly three months. I just spent like an hour reading her stuff from your family lore tag and we are both in tears of laughter. During the peach tree story we were laughing so hard neither of us could breathe and the dog started freaking out because he thought we were upset-crying. Thank you for sharing these stories with us; you have an excellent storytelling style!

This is the sweetest message I’ve ever received and I’ve been slow to reply because I keep reading it over and over.  So have a short:

When mom was in grad school she took karate because 1. Illinois is a creepy place sometimes so maybe she should learn some self defense and 2. Being 4′11″ gives you a major edge in karate in the early stages, because lower center of gravity.

Her instructor was this huge black relentlessly chipper dude from Jamaica named “Luiz”, who was also a chronic over-baker and made truly excellent cinnamon rolls.  Mom loves cinnamon rolls and karate, and advances up the belt line fairly quickly, so when they stand in belt order, she’s always first.  (She ultimately got to black belt but at this point I think she was still blue), so when it’s time to count off for the katas, mom always counts first.  mom didn’t know a lick of Japanese, so she was essentially parroting Sensei Luiz, but hey, it works.

One day, Sensei Luiz comes in and tells everyone they need to scrub the dojo within an inch of it;s life and shape up on various other things, because HIS Sensei was coming, and this was a Big Deal.  So everyone deep-cleans the dojo and there are double practices that week, and Mom makes a particular note of making sure to count correctly.

Sensei’s Sensei arrives (mom regrets she can’t remember his name), and he’s actually from Japan, on a Grand Road Trip to see all of the American students he’d trained over the years. BIIIIIG DEAL.  So sensei sits down to watch how Sensei Luiz conducts a lesson.  So Mom, being first in line, is first to count off.  She gets as far as “Go”  when Sensei’s Sensei bursts out, howling with laughter, and she is horrifed-  did she mix up the numbers?

Eventually he calms down and apologizes for the outburst.   “I’m very sorry- I just wasn’t expecting to hear a White girl count in Japanese with a Jamaican Accent.”

Turns out everyone spoke that way and Senei’s Sensei found that unfailingly hilarious but was very pleased with how Luiz ran his dojo and Mom’s ability to remain calm while tossing football players around the mat.

6 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,200

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as burns, character death, and general harrowing-ness

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Dad!Shawn

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Your sixteen-year-old son was sitting on the couch, texting one of his friends, when Shawn tossed him a key. “Go cut the grass. Gettin’ long.”

“Can’t you do it?” He asked, groaning.

“C’mon, it’s just the grass. And ll you have to do is sit and steer!” Shawn laughed, walking over to the fridge. “Babe, are you going grocery shopping soon?” He asked, looking at you.

“Yeah, probably this afternoon. Why?”

“Curious.” Shawn said, taking out an apple. He walked down the hall to the small in-home studio that was built years ago, and before he shut the door, he yelled, “Cut the damn grass!”

Your son groaned, but stood up, and went to put on shoes. “Watch out for your sister’s tree, she got it from some field trip, and it’s pretty small. Don’t run over it!” You warned, going to get dressed, and wake up the still-sleeping four-year-old.

After waking her up, and getting dressed, you saw the neighbors that had bought the house across the street were moving in, and it looked like there was a girl about your son’s age. “Momma, are we going shopping?” Your daughter asked, noticing the reusable bags were sitting on the table.

“Yeah, wanna go get Dad with me?” You asked, taking her hand and walking down the hall. You opened the door and the small girl ran into the room, hopping onto Shawn’s knee.

“Hey, sweetie!” Shawn smiled, dropping the pen he was using on the desk, and wrapping his arms around her. “What’re you doing?” He asked, laughing when she began to draw smiley faces on his sheet music.

“Drawin’!” She said, not looking up.

“Do you wanna go shopping with us?” You asked, walking into the room, running your hand through Shawn’s curly locks.

“Yeah, lemme just go change into somehting more appropriate.” He said, standing up. He was wearing some old basketball shorts, and an old John Mayer tee.

You nodded, going out to tell your son that you were leaving. He saw you and stopped the mower, and walked over to you. “Why did you and Dad have to buy such a big yard, oh my God.” He complained.

“Hey, you didn’t seem to mind at your party, when you had friends literally everywhere.” You teased, smiling. “Your dad, sister, and I are going food shopping. Maybe you should surprise your father and wash the car before we get back.” You smiled, knowing the Jeep needed a wash.

“Maybe. Let me finish the yard first, Mom!” He smiled. “Can you get that cereal I finished yesterday?” He asked, eyes hopeful.

“Sure, sure. If you need anything else, just text me.” You said, heading back into the house.


At the grocery store, you were pushing the cart, and occasionally adding things into it, while Shawn was walking behind you with your daughter next to him. “Ooh, can we et this!? Please?” She asked, holding up a pop-out spaghetti strainer.

“Why? We don’t need that, sweetie.” Shawn laughed, taking it from her hands.

“Oh,” She said, shoulders dropping. “Can we get- can we get ice cream!?” She asked, jumping up and down.

You smiled, nodding. “Since someone finished it without telling anyone, we need some anyway.” You said, giving a pointed look towards your husband, who was suddenly interested in the cake mix next to him.

“You know,” Shawn said, walking up to you. “My parents can take the kids for the weekend, give us a little alone time.” He whispered, knowing it had been a while since you two were alone.

“Not this weekend, maybe next.” You said, tossing a box of tampons into the cart.

“Damn.” Shawn grumbled, looking at his phone when it went off. “Looks like the kid found out there’s a girl his age across the street.” Shawn laughed, texting his son back.

“Hmm, maybe if he listened at dinner, he would know.” You smiled, steering the cart towards the checkout lanes.


Back at home, you and Shawn unloaded the groceries, with your daughter helping out when she could. Once everything was put away, you peeked outside, and saw your son finishing up the front yard. “He’s still not finished?” You questioned, mostly just talking out loud.

You walked out to the front porch, and sat down in the swing that was on the porch, and soon Shawn joined you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I like this, I didn’t have to cut the grass, get to relax with you while-”

“My tree!” Your daughter went zooming by at breakneck speeds for her age, and ran over to the small conifer tree that was not a tree anymore.

You snorted, and stood up, going to console her, as you saw her start to cry. Shawn followed, wanting to see what was on his son’s mind. “It’s ok, honey, we can get you another one.” You picked her up, and she nodded, wiping her tears.

“How didn’t you see the bright pink tape tied to the top of the tree?” Shawn asked, curious.

“Umm,” Your son looked across the street, where the neighbors were setting up a bench in their porch, and you smirked.

“Someone’s got a crush!” You teased, walking back inside.

“Shut up, Mom!” Your son looked at the ground, but you could see his face was a deep red.


Shawn laughed, following his family inside.


a/n: this is queued to go up while i’m on vacation but still send free to give me feedback :D 

Odd Socks - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Sometimes, Bruce likes to think about all the things he loves about you, just as a reminder that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him.

I hope this silly and short fic will cheer you up. If it doesn’t, sorry, I tried. I just felt suddenly inspired, while I’m in the doctor’s waiting room, and so wrote this…Wrote it on my phone, sorry if there’s any terrible mistakes. Anyway, here : 

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There was things Bruce loved about you. A lot of things. 

Whenever he felt sad, a bit under the weather, or if you two got into an argument…He would make a list of said things, often forgetting three quarters of all the reasons why he fell in love with you, all the reasons why, even after years of marriage, he was still head over heels for you, crazy about you and everything you did (even annoying him). Because, there really was A LOT of things he loved about you, listing them all in one sitting was impossible. 

Yes, Bruce Wayne really enjoyed making lists about why you were so awesome, it often helped him cope with things (a boring meeting at Wayne Enterprise : list. Kidnapped by a villain and trying to resist torture : the thought of you, and the list would help him go through it). 

And today, as you were lying on a hospital bed, hooked to machines that helped you breathe, he definitely needed to make a list…However, for the first time since he fell for you, it wasn’t really helping. On the contrary, slowly, as he was looking at your broken body on the bed, cursing the man who didn’t check his blind spot well enough and who cut you off while you were riding your motorcycle full speed on the freeway, he felt like this list was going to be the end of him…Because, if he lost all of those things he loved so much about you, how could he go on ? And yet, he kept listing it in his head, even though the thought of losing them, losing you, was unbearable. 

1. He loves the way you always wear odd socks. 

The first time he noticed, it was in your apartment, at the beginning of your relationship, as you were both chilling together on your couch. You had one red sock, and a black one. 

The second time he noticed, he was tearing your clothes off and throwing you on his bed. You had one green sock, and a striped grey/blue one. 

The third time he noticed, it was at the Manor. Alfred had just clean the entire house, and ordered every guests to take their shoes off…It was during a party Bruce was throwing, and it was very funny to see the richest people in Gotham take their shoes off, impressed and intimidated by Bruce Wayne’s butler. Most women were bare feet, as they had heels on, and others just had normal socks on. And then there were you, a yellow and black striped sock, like a bee, and a sock with little platypus on it. Very classy. 

The fourth time he noticed, he asked you about it, and your answer made him chuckle : 

-Life’s too short for matching socks. Like, I have better things to do alright ? 

-…You’ve been binge watching Friends for the past three hours. 

-Exactly my point.

The smile you gave him at that moment made him melt, and he hasn’t been able to stop himself from kissing you passionately. Oh damn he loved you, you and your odd socks. 

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Most Beautiful: Jon Snow X Reader

And this one is dedicated to the famous and beautiful @restlessanawake who is really awesome! Go check them out! They were a massive help to me in setting up this blog. Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;)  One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh

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“Time to get up love.”

You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.

“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our  Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”

“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”

He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”

Your nine-months were up  and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.

As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.

“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”

No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.

Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.

“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”

“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”

This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.

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A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.

“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”

“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”

Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.

“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”

With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”

You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.

“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.

Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”

Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark,  “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.

“Bet it will happen by years end?”

“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.

“This is why I love you” He smiled.

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A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.

“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”

“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”

“Aye. That is one way to put it.”

Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.

Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.

“Do you think-”

“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”

She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.

“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.

Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.

“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”

“I-I-I-I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”

You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.

“Ready.”

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You opened your eyes to see your family sitting in your room, Bran and Arya making small talk, Sansa talking to Jon on the other side and Tyrion discussing matters with the Queen herself.

“Morning love.” Jon said, moving towards you slowly, a swaddle of blankets in his arms. “You did marvelous love.” He kissed your cheek and helped you sit up, placing the bundle in your arms.

“ Who is this?” You smiled brightly as he moved back to the crib. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“We were both right.” Jon smirked sitting by you on the bed with another bundle, “Eddard Robb and Catelyn Rose.”

“Twins.” You laughed happily, “Huh. Don’t remember that.”

Sansa laughed, kneeling beside you “Don’t see how you could. You were screaming bloody murder.”

“Honestly Y/N.” Arya piped in, “The Queen and I could hear you from outside.”

“Perhaps we will wait forever to have children, my lord husband.” Sansa added.

“She did have two.” The Queen herself added, “I would never imagine having two back to back.”

“You did have three dragons though, your grace.” You smiled, “Can’t imagine that.”

The Queen smiled, making her way towards you, kneeling beside you and looking down at the babe in your arms, “Dany or Daenerys please.. He is handsome, just like his father, and grandfather.”

“Lemme see!” Bran exclaimed, he rolling and Arya going to Jon. “She has dad’s hair. Mum’s eyes.”

“Opposite for him.” Sansa observed.

“Our perfect family.” She smiled at Jon who kissed her hair, bringing her in, “One boy. One girl. Perfect.”

Jon’s face fell, “What, so we can’t have anymore? Not even try?”

Laughter filled the room in a warm feeling as the world calmly faded to peace and laughter.

Nothing could be better and nothing could break their joy.

BTS Reaction: After The Breakup

Jin:

It had been a week since the two of you broke up. Things between the two of you weren’t the same. He was traveling all around the world living his dream, while you were finishing off school. His hectic schedule and the distance was just too much and you decided to end it. It’s not what you wanted but it was for the best. Jin had finished his concert. The concert you were going to attend. Once he got back stage he began to cry. He couldn’t stand not being with you. The boys came to comfort him, but it wasn’t enough. He just wanted you.


Yoongi:

You had just gotten into a fight with Yoongi. You and Yoongi had been dating for almost a year and he decided to dump you out of the blue. You didn’t know why, but Yoongi did. You’re relationship was too good. You were too good to him. He believed that he would eventually mess up, lose you and get hurt. So what was his solution? He broke up with you. He watched as you packed your things and left, holding back his tears. After you had left he could not hold them anymore and slid down the wall, bursting into tears.


Namjoon:

 

The both of you knew it would have to end soon. It was getting too hard to even text. He was super busy and you were super busy. The both of you sat down together and talked it out. Yes there was screaming and tears, but in the end you both came to a consensus. There was no pointed fingers. You were calmly sleeping when your phone started to blow up. You had thousands of twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, and text messages. You opened your best friends message. You found a video of BTS on stage, on that exact night. The performance was of Butterfly. You smiled throughout the entire song, until Namjoon showed up on your screen, crying. You could hear the passion in his words, making you cry.

Hoseok:

The two of you had not been together for two months. After you broke up, hoseok didn’t cry, he just consumed himself in his work. He was working in the studio when Yoongi came. He had noticed how he didn’t wallow after the two of you broke up. The moment Yoongi mentioned you, hoseok froze. Hearing your name for the first time in a while, broke him. He started crying in front of Yoongi. He explained how he felt empty without you and the only way to fill the emptiness was to consume himself with work.

Jimin: 

You broke up with him. You were a fool to think Jimin could give you that. He was touring the entire time. You broke up with the night he came back from tour. Jimin knew it was coming. He left your apartment right after and walked to the nearest bar. He drank and drank until he could forget your name. He drank so much that he got into a fight because of nothing. Namjoon found Jimin in the bar bleeding. He dragged him all the way to their place. Jimin started crying in the elevator, desperately calling for you.

Taehyung: 

Taeh and you were everybody’s favorite couple. The adorable boy loved you with his entire heart, so he didn’t understand why you broke up with him. You came into his place looking like you had just cried for hours, which you had. You were scared that Taeh would leave you, you could not bare to think that he would break your heart like the last guy did. You didn’t want to break up with him, but you did. The next day Taeh and the boys were eating when a fan came up to Taeh and asked about you. He held in his tears and said you were back home. Right after the fan left he began to cry to the boys.

Jungkook: 

The both of you were so happy in your relationship. Jungkooks family loved you so much, but your family did not. They thought that he was going to cheat on you. It was bound to happen since he was famous right? Doubts filled your head every day. You started to distance yourself from Jungkook. You didn’t answer his texts or calls. One day you stopped talking to him. No one knew about this, so when the boys mentioned you in an interview jungkook broke down in front of the boys and the fans.

It’s a Start

Prompt request: Can I request one where Tony Stark has a little sister who’s very sweet to people and believes in second chances? Loki and Bucky are still trying to adjust to being at the tower but she goes out of her way to show them kindness and include them in things. They become an inseparable trio. It annoys Tony so she gets her guys to tease him with her cause he’s ‘jealous he isn’t allowed in their club

Characters: Tony Stark, Loki, Bucky, Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam WIlson

Warnings: cursing, rude comments, Tony’s kind of a jerk

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to write! It was definitely one of the more complex stories, so I wanted to make sure I got it right (hopefully I did). This is my first Loki fanfic, so feedback is always appreciated! Requests and tags are open! As always, thanks for reading!


You plopped your bags on the tiled kitchen floor and sighed as you stretched your sore arm muscles. “Thanks again for letting me stay here, Tony,” you said, turning around to face your brother.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replied, placing your last two bags on the floor. He kissed your forehead and wrapped you up in a hug. “You’re always welcome here.”  

You were living in the Avengers Tower for the summer with your older brother, Tony Stark. Okay, so he wasn’t actually your biological brother. In fact, he wasn’t even a brother by marriage. You were Pepper’s seventeen year-old sister, and even though she and Tony broke up more than a year ago, he never stopped loving you like his own sibling. He would still cheer you on at your soccer games, take you to the movies, and just spend time with you. You had been living with Pepper to claim residency in New York to get a cheaper tuition rate at your first-choice college. When Pepper got called away on a job for the summer, it made sense that you would stay with Tony.

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Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: angst, discussion of a miscarriage (Please don’t read if this is a trigger for you)

Word Count: 806

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic ONE. The line requested was, “I just can’t keep pretending everything’s alright.” It will be highlighted in the fic. I coupled it with this gif and turned it into a Jensen Gif Blurb. This is written for my sweet Rose, @winchester-writes Hope this is angsty enough for you boo. 

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