and try not to have your brain melt

Update about Travellers

Hey guys!! this video is taking a bit of time because I haven’t been able to work a lot on this video because of work, I attented a convention last weekend in paris and I am working with a TV screen because the screen of my laptop is not working… so… yeah… lol

Besides, I had to pick another song because it seems that 4 minutes are not enough to explain this story hahaha so now it’s 6 minutes of Lena, Kara, Clarke and Lexa trying to save the world together.

I have managed to finish the first part (3 minutes) and fixing the last part with the new song I have chosen after spending 3 hours looking for the right one,

hahahaha… kill me.

Anyway if this heat doesn’t melt my brain, I will work every night on it. Thanks for your patience guys. But the part I am working on is quite hard due to aaaaall the manips to fit Kara in Polis and lexa’s bedroom, so… trying all my best working with the two programs at the same time.

hahaha kill me again please….

you are the best and thanks for your constant support. You are giving me so much guys… so so much… I can’t believe it yet how your words make me more creative and all of you are making me feel this enthusiam for creating a lot of new things for you guys.

Love you all!!!

Top Ten Awesome Fanfics *

* yep, not “all-time favourite”, because I cannot choose in all objectivity only ten fics. This list is a list of ten fics* chosen in my five main fandoms that I love and feel like they should be read, but it could have been ten others … It’s very hard to choose. One day I’ll do a real masterpost fic rec …
* yes, I’ve cheated. There are waaaaay more than just ten fics here … Sorry not sorry.

The lovely @justkeeponthegrass had a brillant idea : to make a collection of our favourite fanfics to show writers just how much we appreciate, respect and admire their work. I personally owe a great deal to fanfic writers, especially in the Merlin fandom, for they helped me get through a very hard period of my life. Fanfic writers have been and are constant companions of my life, whether I’m sad, happy, tired or feeling excited, they always deliver, they are amazing people who do an amazing work just because they like it. I admire the hell out of any of you, and the following ten titles, plus the special and honorable mentions, are me trying to tell you how much you mean. Very, very long post incoming …

Originally posted by whyso-se-ri0us

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A/N: So me being 5′2 I kinda have a size!kink and this gif does not help me at all so I kinda had an idea and here ya go! 

Dean x Reader

Warnings: flirting, swearing

Word Count: 750

You clutched the cool metal of Baby as you watched Dean walk towards you. It took all of your self-control to calmly and nonchalantly wait, even when all you wanted to do was jump into his arms and wrap yours legs around his waist – fuck. The jeans he wore today seemed to accent just how tall he really was, sending a delicious thrill down your spine that had you licking your lips. Dean didn’t know about the obsession you had with his tall broad frame, didn’t know that you constantly held back whimpers every time he strode confidently, and how the way his shoulders and arms engulfed you and made you so damn small, was probably the best feeling in the world. So of course, while you’re supposed to be keeping watch, all you could do was stare at your man and imagined all the ways you would climb the hell out of him.

“I guess I was just imagining it or something, there was nothing back there,” he stood beside you, unaware that your breath was caught in your throat and the way you tried so damn hard not to smile. “Wanna get going? We’re still a day out before we meet up with Sam,”

“No wait,” you called out, quickly latching a hand on to his wrist and tugged him towards you. With a raised brow, Dean watched warily as looked down at you. “Let’s just take a break, I’m getting a bit car sick and it’s really nice outside,” With a slight jut of your bottom lip, you knew it was only seconds before Dean would cave and agree with you, however, what you didn’t expect was for Dean to clutch your waist and hoist you up on the hood of Baby. A small groan escaped your lips, immediately grabbing the attention of Dean.

“Now what on earth was that, sweetheart?” With a lick of his perfect pink lips and a calloused hand brushing away the hair from your face, you were done for.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” You couldn’t stop the ever increasing blush, not with the way Dean was smirking at you. Cocky bastard.

“Nope, tell me. I want to know,” Nuzzling his way down to the underside of your jaw, he softly planted kisses on your skin, melting your resistance completely. Dean Winchester knew he had you in the palm of his hand. It took you a few moments before you could even think about forming a coherent sentence, your brain having turned to mush and the overwhelming presence of him not being of any help.

“It’s really stupid,” you breathlessly whined, sounding pitiful in terms of trying to put up a fight against his charm. Dean merely waited, knowing that he’d get it out of you soon enough. “I just… you’re so damn- god this is gonna sound ridiculous. I really really like how big and strong you are,” If you could have died of embarrassment, you would have gladly done so. You’re cheeks felt like they were on fire as you refused to meet Dean’s eyes. The silence from him was mortifying, chastising yourself for revealing such a liking in the first place.


“God, Dean. You really just love seeing me suffer,” You groaned, “It’s pretty damn self-explanatory. You’re like a freaking giant, with legs that just… and watching you is like watching a freakin’ god walk before you. And don’t even get me started on your arms, or your hands, or your back – fuck. It’s just, you’re so damn big and I really enjoy it all too much, okay?”

“So… you have a size kink?” he grinned widely, feeling all too smug with himself.

“Yes, dammit! You happy? Can we just get on the road please?” You begged, trying to hop off the hood but Dean had you trapped with his legs placed on either side of you. His right hand slowly made its way up to the nape of your neck and gently threaded his fingers in your hair, tugging slightly to force you to look up at him.  

“Hey, you don’t need to get embarrassed. It’s really nice knowing my girl still has the hots for me after all these years,”

“I’m glad I could help your ego, babe,”

“Now let me tell you the hundreds of things that drive me wild about you, sweetheart,” he drawled, briefly planting a fierce kiss against your lips that you swore placed you on cloud nine.

anonymous asked:

tree bros prompt where evan works at a la mode and connor comes in with his family and is really shy and embarrassed bc oh look there's a new worker and he's really cute

yoyo mayo this got a lot longer than i planned it to be but hope u like it nd thanks for the prompt, anon!

Connor’s day went from bad to worse once his parents broke down the news that they’re going for a “family treat” at A La Mode. Once he saw the smiling face of his mother - and the calm one of his sister, and the content one of his father - his nose scrunched. Was it of disgust, or of annoyance - because it’s like they were rubbing it in his face that they’re all perfect, except for him - or perhaps both, he didn’t know. All he was aware of was the hopeful glint in Cynthia’s eyes while she looked at him as if she was begging him to go.

He sighed, putting down his phone (because “staring at your phone while someone is talking to you is very impolite, Connor!”) and facing his mom with a tired expression.

“Do I have to?”

Cynthia clapped her hands together, obviously delighted that she did not receive a blatant “no.”

“It could be useful.” She said. “You could meet someone!”

“Yeah. Maybe you find a real friend in a person. You know, a human being. Not weed.” Zoe added nonchalantly. “Besides, you could use some family time. You’ve been locked in your hole of a room since the beginning of the summer.”

“No one would want to have family time with someone like you, Zo.” Connor snarled, his hand already reaching for his phone so he can get up and get the hell away from everyone.

“Zoe. Don’t be mean to your brother.”

“She’s right, you know.” Larry interrupted, earning a glare from Connor.

Cynthia sighed (once again) and unclasped her hands to place one on Connor’s shoulder. “Look, Connor. You really should find someone to be friends with. It helps to not be alone.”

“Friendship isn’t going to cure me.” Connor scoffed, shrugging her hand away.

“I never said it would cure you. I said it would help.” Cynthia drew back her hand, a sad look on her face. “Just try it. Were going to A La Mode, and if you don’t like it there, you won’t have to go ever again, okay?”

Connor actually considered it. It was a pleasing offer, after all. One afternoon with this hell of a family and then never again? Sign me up!

“Alright, okay. Sure. Ill try it.”

“Good.” His mom nodded, happy and content and gross. “Go get ready, you too Zoe! I want you both in front of the car in 15 minutes!”


Connor regretted everything. The deal, what he decided to wear, his chipped nail polish… Everything was absolute shit.

The car was way too hot for resting in the sun all day, and the black leather of the seat stuck to him like glue.The seat belt was basically carving his chest, but he had to wear it because “Traffic safety is important, Connor!” Ugh.

Some obnoxious pop song was playing - thanks to Zoe’s terrible taste in music - and he thought his ears are going to bleed. Literally.

“Can you turn that shit down?” He yelled over it, annoyed and so done with this bullshit.

“That “shit” is the number 1 song on the pop songs chart, thank you very much.” Zoe retorted, and Connor saw red flash before his eyes.

“Alright, you two, we’re here.”

Connor felt like throwing up at the sight. Everything was pastel and cute and adorable and disgusting. More disgusting than he remembered. Baby pink posters poked his eyes like literal thorns, and the bright blue walls weren’t much better.

“Who designed this thing? A toddler?”

Cynthia flinched at the snarky comment, but said nothing except: “Be nice.”

Connor felt relief wash over him once he realized the place was mostly empty. There was a pair sitting in a corner and a girl sitting alone to his far left. He took the chance and ran for the table to his farthest right, not wasting any time on waiting for his parents and Zoe. He didn’t bother to look at the menu, they came here way too often for him to not be a regular.

The four of them sat in absolute silence for about 5 minutes, Larry being the only one who actually looked at the menu. “I want to try something new out.” He said, which was weird, because he was a pretty plain guy. Vanilla or chocolate. No joking around.

“G-good afternoon, can I h-have your order?”

“I’ll have, um, cookie dough.”


“Vanilla.” It was Larry, of course. That much about trying out something new.

“I’ll just have the regular.” Connor said simply, eyes still fixated on his phone.

“A-ah, um, sorry, I don’t usually w-work here…”

Only then did Connor actually look up, and to his surprise, saw that, yeah, that wasn’t the usual employee who worked here. It was someone much cuter.

The boy in front of him wore a blue polo shirt accompanied with a white apron, his eyes were soft brown - the prettiest brown Connor had ever seen - his hair was dirty blonde, and dear god, he had the cutest awkward smile plastered on his face.

Connor was at loss of words at this point, he kept opening his mouth - but nothing would come out.

“He’ll just have chocolate.” Zoe cut in, carrying an apologetic smile. “Sorry, he’s a bit awkward.”

“O-oh.” The cute boy stuttered, his smile suddenly dropping. “It’s okay! I-I am too!”

The the four of them (without Connor) shared a laugh before the adorable stranger left to get their orders done.

After a minute of being in a trance, Connor’s head whipped to Zoe. “I don’t even like chocolate!”

“That’s for the ugly remark about my favourite song.” She said, flipping him a bird from under the table.

Shit, Connor thought, I didn’t even get his name.

Thankfully, when he came back, Connor caught the name on the tag that sat on the strap of his apron. It was Evan. A cute name for a cute individual.

Evan smiled politely while handing the ice cream over to Connor, and damn, it was cute and aimed at him, the Connor Murphy who wore black chipped nail polish and smelled like weed half of the time and was a failure in practically everything, and a cute boy was smiling at him, just at him.

Connor ate his ice cream as if he had starved for months - which earned him quite a few brain freezes - and as soon as he was done with it, he scrambled up to his feet and walked to the counter. He leaned his elbow on it and gathered all the confidence he had to try and seem as casual as possible.

The cute boy - Evan - was in front of him as soon as he appeared, wearing that same smile, and god, it made Connor’s heart melt.

“Can I have a refill?” Connor slid his cup casually, despite his brain screaming at him that he’s going to fuck something up. “And your number?”

It took every single atom of strength in Connor’s body to prevent him from exploding at the spot. He expected rejection - the soft kind though, Evan seemed like that guy who would feel bad and apologize for rejecting you - and it was eating him alive.

Instead of spitting out a “no”, Evan just blushed and smiled even wider, and shit, Connor was far too gone now.

Once Evan came back with Connor’s ice cream, and seemingly nothing else, Connor’s heart dropped into his stomach. Evan handed him the cup - his hand was shaking just slightly, which made him even cuter - and Connor silently accepted it. You really fucked everything up now.

And then, out of thin air - or more precisely, the front pocket of his apron - Evan pulled out a yellow post-it note and planted it in front of Connor.

“I-I’m free every day e-except Mondays and Wednesdays.” He said, and Connor instantly put up a mental reminder to remember that.

“Uh, thanks. For the ice cream, I mean.” Connor grabbed the note, holding it between his fingers. “This too, of course.”

There was a beat of awkward silence and then: “I n-never got your name.”

Connor winced. “Oh! Of course, ah, it’s Connor. Sorry.”

Evan smiled again - dear lord he smiles a lot is he trying to kill me - and nodded. “It’s okay. I should expect a message, then?” He said, seeming almost surprised that he didn’t stutter.

Connor winked before leaning a bit closer.

“Turn your volume up.”

Evan flushed and Connor turned on his heel, walking away with a grin on his face and a post-it note in his pocket.

Maybe he should listen to his mom more.

Gone (Part 1)

“Can I have a request about dean and his wife the reader are fighting about whatever and dean says something about regretting marrying her and she says fine and leaves. He’s devastated and it’s up to Cas and Sam to save the day and reunite them”

“It can be a two part if you’d like”

Requested by: @nervousmemzie

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Here I am! For one thing, I’m sorry it took me so long to write your request; anyway, there you go. I hope you like it, and how you asked, is divided into two parts. The second part I will publish it in a few days. Promised. So .. have fun to read!

Word Count: 1234

*flashbacks in italics*

4.35 a.m.

This is the time that I see light on my phone; a loud noise woke me up suddenly. I get up quickly from the bed and I go out of my room. I know exactly what causes these strange noises. Indeed whoever. I go into the kitchen, and there it is, my husband Dean Winchester, with his head inside the refrigerator. Dean and I have been married for three years; I would have never imagined that he would make me the proposal, we never talked about marriage, and, with our very ‘busy life’, marriage is not something we think about every day. Instead, Dean asked me to marry him with a ring, and he is kneeling. I will never forget that moment; I thought he was joking.

“Hey, Y/n.”
I raise my eyes from my plate, and I see his eyes fixed on me Dean. This is a special evening; after all this time, Dean and I decided to stay a little ‘alone, and to live a night like a normal couple. And so, he took me to dinner at a nice restaurant by candlelight. Perfect.
“I though .. you marry me?”
The water I’m drinking from the glass I almost go sideways, I begin to cough; without giving him an answer, I look at Dean, and I start to laugh, convinced that he is joking. Suddenly, Dean gets up from his chair and walks over to me. As he kneels in front of me, I’m out of breath. I try to talk, to say anything, but in vain. I am too shocked and surprised by what is happening.
“Y/n, will you marry me?”

I approach Dean, and he, hearing the sound of my footsteps, looks up; when he sees me, a smile forming on his face.
Dean comes to me, but he loses his balance, and nearly falls to the ground.
“Dean, what are you doing?”
He tries to kiss me, but I avoid him, and walk away from him. I cross my arms over the chest, and I stare at my husband with angry look.
“Y/n.. come here. We can drink together.”
“You’re joking, right?”
Dean looks up at the sky, and going to one of the chairs at the table, he sits. My husband puts his hands near the head, and began to complain. I roll my eyes, and I get close to him, ready to make him a scolding.
“It’s always the same story with you. You go out, go to drink, and then go home. Heck Dean, by now, you will always smell like alcohol!”
“And do you care what I do?”
I open wide my eyes; the alcohol must have melted his brain. I’m his wife, it is normal that I care for him! It do this a wife who loves her husband? I pass my hand through my hair, and I try not to scream, not to wake Sam.
“For God’s sake, I worry for you. I’m your wife, Dean! ”
“Yeah, maybe I was wrong to marry you.”
I freeze. The breath begins to miss, as I hear the words of Dean that keep buzzing in my head. I look down, and without saying a word, I go striding from the kitchen. I, at first, I headed to the bedroom where Dean and I sleep together, but during my walk in the corridors of the bunker, I change my mind, and I go to my room. As the door closes behind me, the tears start to fall on my face. At first a few sobs, but in the end I burst into tears. I feel my legs weaken, and slowly I sit on the floor, my back against the door. I can’t believe I heard those words from his mouth. Yes, we had some disagreements, and sometimes we fight, but all married couples do. In the end we could always forgive each other. I need him by my side, and not locked up in some seedy bar to drink always. But he really thinks what he said? Dean regretted of marrying me?

When Dean wakes up in his bed, the first thing he notices is the severe headache. Right now, it looks like someone is hitting him with a hammer, just behind the center of the head. Dean turns in his bed, and the second thing he notices is that his wife Y / n is not at his side. The part of the bed where she normally sleeps at the moment is empty. The hunter leans on his elbows, and rubs a hand over his eyes; his head still hurts. Despite the pain, Dean sitting at the edge of the bed, and tries to remember what happened the night before. Dean remembers that he went into a bar, not far from the bunker, and drinking, and many more. A girl had come to him, and had flirted with the hunter, but Dean had not thought twice about sending her away. He’s married, and he loves his wife. In the end, Dean remembers coming home, and that he had spoken with someone.. with Y/n.

.. you get out, go to drink, and you come home late!
.. you smell like alcohol..
..what do you care..
..I matter, I’m your wife!
..maybe I was wrong to marry you..

Dean opens his eyes, remembering his words.


The hunter quickly gets up from the bed, and heads to the kitchen; he hopes to find his wife there while is drinking coffee. She will be very angry with him, maybe she does not even speak with him. How the hell has thought Dean to say such a thing? He loves his wife more than anything else, and he never repent of marrying her. She’s his life.
Dean finally arrives in the kitchen, but the only person he sees is his brother Sam. The smaller of the Winchester brother is sitting at the table with a book in his hands; when he feels the presence of his brother, Sam looks up from the book, and frowns, not understanding why Dean is so upset.
“Did you see Y/n?” asks Dean breathless. Sam gets up from his chair and walks over to his brother. He tells to Dean he doesn’t see the girl from the night before, and suddenly, Dean feels the panic and fear invade his body. The hunter tells what happened with Y/n to Sam, and without thinking twice, both Winchester brothers begin to look for the girl down the bunker. Dean and Sam look for in any room, as long as Dean can’t think of a place where Y/n may be hiding. What a fool not to think about her old room from the start. Arrived in front of the door of the room where slept Y/n before, Dean knocks a few times, but no response is received.
“Y/n? Please, answer me! I’m sorry.. for what I said.”
Dean decides to force the doorknob to enter, but he realizes that the door is not locked. He comes quickly into the room, but it soon becomes clear that it is empty. There is nothing in that room, just him.
Dean turns to his brother, he feels the tears filling his green eyes; is not really happening, Dean thinks to himself.

This is just a bad dream.

“She’s gone. Y/n is gone.”

Gone (Part 2)

Forever Tag: @hotwinchester

Supernatural Tag: @27bmm

Dean Tag: @love-charmer-sketch

A night on the town, part 1

Pairing: McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1487 (a little longer than I planned)

Warning: Brief mention of sex

Maggie waved her hand in front of your face as you stared aimlessly at the screen before you.  “Earth to [Y/N].  You alive in there, girl?”  The movement startled you, as somehow you had not heard her walk into your office.

“Umm yeah, Maggie. What are you doing here?”  You straightened yourself up in your chair and pulled on the lapel of your lab coat in an attempt to look like you weren’t half-asleep with boredom.  She put her hands on her hips on her hips with that mother hen look she often got with you.

“You need a break. All these patients and boring files are going to melt that big brain.  Come on we are going out tonight.  Dancing, a few drinks, then we can walk home looking at all the pretty lights of York Town.  I promise I won’t try to pawn you off on some random stranger.  Even though you do need to get laid sometime this century.” Shaking your head, you stood up walking around your desk.  

“Let’s not talk about that. The last time was horrible and I have no desire to repeat it.”  Maggie looked like she was going to stomp her foot.

“That is what I am saying! We go out have fun and go home a little tipsy and tired.  No pressure for anything more.  What could go wrong?”  Your brow rose in her direction.

“I can’t believe you just said that.  Something awful is going to happen now.  I will blame you if I end up here with a broken anything.”  She laughed as she jumped up and down.  

“Oh we are going to have so much fun.  Come on Doctor Boring I have a dress that will look perfect on you.”  Grabbing your hand, she dragged you through the door of your office past your commanding officer, who eyed the two of you warily.

“I probably do not want to know.  I need you in one piece for your next shift Doctor [Y/L/N].”  Your cheeks flushed.  Doctor Baush had seen you arrive many a time, for your shifts, hung-over after nights out with Maggie.

“Yes sir.  I will be here, I promise.  I have never missed a shift.”  The man nodded once then went back to his PADD.  She dragged you all the way back to her assigned quarters. Refusing to let you go home because she knew you would probably back out if given the chance.  The dress she handed you was better than you had imagined. It was not trashy or revealing. The knee length dress, had a light skirt that twirled when you moved.  It was a pretty aqua number with a black sash at the waist that accentuated your hips. You had to give it to Maggie she knew what you liked.  She pulled your hair up in a pretty and easy bun then just put a little flair of makeup around your eyes.  That was the reason she had become one of your closest friends.  She knew when to push you but never pushed too far.

The two of you walked arm in arm towards the busy central commercial streets of Yorktown.  Laughing and talking as you made your way through the crowds.

“Well, there must be shore leave.  Look at all uniforms out tonight.  Too bad we aren’t looking for some sexy Commander for you.” Maggie wiggled her eyebrows at you.  You could only laugh and pinch her arm gently.  

“Come on you promised me dancing and a few drinks.”  You pulled her into one of the lesser crowded bars.  Lesser, being it was still packed but there was not a line around the corner to get in.  A few shots for the both of you before you ended up on the dance floor for a few hours. While you were not drunk, your body felt warm and you had that normal pink tinge to your cheeks that happened just before you reached that point.  That was your cue to cease the drinking.  It felt awful waking up in the morning with a hangover.  So you quit while you were ahead.  You looked around for a few minutes for Maggie before finding her leaning back against a wall talking to some tall redheaded man.  They looked to be in deep conversation so you made your way back to the bar.  Just before breaking through the wall of people, someone tapped your shoulder.  As you turned, all you could see were startling blue eyes and a mess of blond hair.

“Hello, beautiful. Want to dance?”  The words were slightly slurred and he did not seem all together stable on his feet.    

“Oh no, pretty boy.  I am getting some water and taking a seat. My feet are killing me.”  You walked off leaving the surprised man in your wake.  Thankfully, one seat at the bar was open between everyone trying to cram into the small space.  As you sipped on your water, you turned back looking at the crowd and sighed.  This was not your scene.  It was getting to be too much.

“How come you aren’t out there dancing with that guy?” A voice asked from next to you.  Looking over you found a dark head of hair and a half smile looking into his liquor glass.

“Oh you mean the pretty boy? Umm no.  He is drunk and I don’t do the whole sleeping with a random stranger thing.  I really don’t need to wake up with some form of the clap either.  The hypos for that are not fun.”  The man choked then spit out his drink.  Raising a brow at him.  “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.  Yes, I’m fine.  Just uhh, the drink went down the wrong pipe there.”  You knew it was a lie but he was smiling wide now.  He looked handsome with that smile too.  “May I ask you a question?” You nodded at him, interested to see what the question was.  “Why are you in a place like this with people like this?  It’s a bar and people come to bars to drink and make fools of themselves.  You don’t seem like someone who would come here to do that.”

“Well that wasn’t what I was expecting.  But, I’m here because I needed a break in the monotony.  I’ve been bored and needed a bit of drinking and dancing.  Not looking for my soul mate or anything.  Just something letting me know I am still alive. You ever feel like that?”  The man sat up straighter on his stool looking at you in a way that made your cheeks flush more than they already were.  It wasn’t rudely, just searching deeper.

“Darlin’ you have no idea. I’m Leonard, by the way.”  He held his hand out.  You shook it with a dip of your head.  

“[Y/N].  Want to go outside, and talk?  This place feels like it is closing in.”  Leonard smiled again, setting a credit chip on the counter.  

“Lead the way.”  You couldn’t help but grin at him.  After a moment to let Maggie know where you would be, you walked out towards a bench that looked over the lights of Yorktown. The two of you talked for hours. Finding it funny how much you had in common.  You had attended the academy just two classes behind him and each of you had heard the others names in passing.  Leonard had even read your report on Xenobiological sampling; published last year.  There had always been rumors about the grumpy southern doctor in the medical circles you knew.  However, he laughed and smiled easily with you.  Before you both knew it, the sun was coming up.

“I can’t believe it. We have been talking for six hours. The time just flew.”  You stood up realized how stiff your body was from sitting for so long.  

“Me either.  But it was wonderful.  After I get some sleep today, would you have dinner with me?  I want to see you again.”  Leonard had been holding your hand for the past few hours and now he gave it a quick squeeze.  The hopeful look on his face made your heart melt.

“I want to see you too. I will meet you here at 1900.  You better not be late, Leonard.”  You leaned up on your toes and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“No ma’am.  I will be right here waiting.  1900 hours.”  He said quietly as he looked down at you.  You fought the urge to kiss him again.  It would end with you unable to pull away.  You already knew it.  Leonard stood there watching you as you walked off towards your home.  The feeling of his eyes on your back did not leave until you turned the corner.  Your heart was pounding in your chest.  Your mind moving at a million light years a second.

“I need to see that man again.”

part 2

I Will Survive....parody

“I Can’t Survive” (Hannigram Ver.)

At first I was afraid, I was petrified,
Kept thinking I could live without Will Graham by my side
Oh I had spent so many nights thinking how I was so wrong,
The feelings ain’t gone. He’s still the man that I want

And now I’m back. A familiar face.
I need my murder husband here and oh I’m on a chase
The murder husbands you can’t stop
We were always meant to be
Now I’m sailing across the ocean,on my way to Italy.

Hannibal & Will:
Go on now, go. It’s worth fightin’ for
It doesn’t matter now.Without him life is such a bore
And although he might have hurt me several times.
I always loved the trouble.
Laying my life out on the line

Oh, no, not I!
I can’t survive.
Because I dream about him everyday and every single night
There is no alternative
All I need is to forgive.
And I can’t survive,
I can’t survive, hey, hey.

I knew there was something lurking from very start
Can’t say I didn’t find it cute to see him fall apart
Oh I sat back,kinda wanted to watch your brain slowly melt
Oh I didn’t try…but hey,you didn’t die.

You know it hurt me to see you with Bloom.
Oh the jealously only worsened.I’m still in love with you.
I wanted to see your reckoning
A little sniffly,teary plea
Tried to kill you,indirectly,cause you chose her over me.

Hannibal & Will:
Go on now, go. It’s worth fightin’ for
It doesn’t matter now.Without him life is such a bore
And although he might have hurt me several times.
I always loved the trouble.
Laying my life out on the line

Oh, no, not I!
I can’t survive.
Because I dream about him everyday and every single night
There is no alternative
All I need is to forgive.
And I can’t survive,
I can’t survive, hey, hey.

Delirium related Prompts/Starters

“Go to bed already. No, your bed! That’s the pet bed!”

“If you didn’t worry about taking too much aspirin, I’d think you were on dope.”

“Calm down, you’re just a little mixed up right now.”

“No, no, _____ isn’t here. It’s me, _____.”

“Okay, that was barely even a sentence…”

“I can’t even see what you’re seeing and it’s freaking me out.”

“Your brain is melting, isn’t it?”

“No one is trying to hurt you, that’s just your doctor.”

“So you won’t eat my soup but you’ll eat that old candy you just found on the floor.”

“This is really scaring me! Stuff that isn’t even here is making you cry!”

“What do you mean you have to go home? You are home, we’re in your bedroom!”

“Please stop hiding in the bathtub.”

“Oh crap, _____ escaped!”

“I know you didn’t mean it, you’re just spooked because your fever’s messing with you.”

“This is exactly why you need to be in bed right now.”

“Tell whatever is freaking you out that I’ll kick its ass if it doesn’t stop.”

“Uh…That is definitely not something you have to do. Not at all, ever, but especially not right now.” 

“I’m gonna call an ambulance if you can’t tell me something coherent in the next ten seconds.”

“Let’s see what the thermometer has to say about this.”

“You don’t even know what day it is!”

Pickup Lines (Jumin x MC)

After being given numerous bits of advice, Jumin tries something new.

Word Count: 534

-I just happen to know a lot of pickup lines so perhaps this was an inevitable prompt but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! Thank you!


You sat beside Jumin on the sofa, cups of coffee held in both of your hands.

You glanced at him, finding his eyes already locked onto you.

You smiled, taking a quiet sip.

He lowered his drink, clearing his throat awkwardly. 

You didn’t quite understand why his cheeks already seemed to be sprinkled with pink.

“Are you…a magician?” 

You thought for a moment, wondering if you even heard him right at first.

You furrowed your brows with clear confusion. 

It didn’t seem to help his flustered composure.

“B-Because whenever I look at you…e-everyone else disappears.” 

You nearly choked on your coffee. 

Your face exploded into a bright shade of red, barely able to speak.

You stared at him, noticing how the smallest smile crept to his lips. 

“It looks like it worked. I’ll have to do that more often.” 

You lowered your coffee, managing to sputter a response. “Since when do you try pickup lines?” 

“Luciel advised it. I typically don’t listen to much of his advice since it’s not serious most of the time…but he seemed adamant that most people liked them.” 

He gave a nervous look. “It did work…right?” 

You gave an amused grin, unable to hold back laughter. “Yes, but you already ‘wooed’ me, you didn’t have to. But, I think it was sweet.”

“So you liked it?”

You nodded. 

“I’ll be sure to try out more.” 

Your face flushed at the idea, but soon a spark went off in your brain. “Well, if it works for most people, why don’t I try it on you?” 

His eyes widened. “What?” 

“I want to try it out on you.” You said. “I think it’ll be fun.”

He was uncertain, scrunching up his nose.


He melted.


Your mind ran with possibilities, but you eventually settled on one.

You looked at him, barely able to contain your snickers as his face was already reddening despite his cool expression.

“My love for you is like dividing by zero…” You began, watching as Jumin raised a curious brow. “because it can’t be defined.” 

He coughed, clamping a hand over his mouth from shock. 

If he was just blushing before, now he was arguably the same shade as a strawberry.

It did the trick.

He stared at the ground, trying to regain his usual collected self. 

You leaned against him, chuckling softly. “I think that worked too.” 

He simply nodded, muttering through his covered mouth. “Yes, it did.” 

You waited for a moment as he calmed down, unable to wipe the way your smile stretched from ear to ear. 

He let out a deep breath, setting down his tea and instead entangling you in his arms. 

“I can understand why so many people like..pickup lines.” He admitted. “If you couldn’t tell, it had an effect on me.” 

You turned your head to look at him, cupping his face with your hands. “And you know what the cherry on top is?” 

He tipped his head to the side. “What?” 

You kissed his nose, your fingers twirling through strands of his hair as they rose. 

“That they’re absolutely true.” 

He pressed his forehead against yours, gently sighing. “I couldn’t agree more.” 

anonymous asked:

Ghost parent!! Have you ever tried holding ice when your dissociating? It's something that my therapist showed to me and it's pretty useful!! It's not foolproof but it helps! Whenever I'm dissociating I just squeeze an ice cube until it melts and it seems to help, even if it's just a little bit! I like to keep a small tin of those refrezable ice cubes with me (I got mine at the dollar store, because I'm cheap) I just wanted to suggest it to ya! (I don't know if it works for everyone tho,,,)

u kno what i haven’t tried that tbh

though i have noticed that sometimes trying to use sensory stuff to stop dissociation only makes it worse for me since my brain is like “how… is it possible for u to Feel Things With Your Hands these aren’t even your h ands what the fuck” but heck u kno anything is worth a shot so! thank u for the suggestion!

One Night Only [Chapter 3]

Chapter 3 of One Night Only

Genre: Angst

Chapter 1   Chapter 2

You woke up before the sun the next morning next to a peacefully sleeping Jackson. You loved the way his mouth hung slightly open when he slept and the way he would drape his arm around your waist, holding you close. He was so beautiful this way.

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The Irony

March 11, 2014

lost all meaning between a song
and an escalator —

the radio traffic was incomprehensibly
clinging like static on wooden mittens.

Boxes tied up with string failed to make
me miserable because they didn’t have
your cow stomachs like the last time I wrapped

This is a seed text
with seventeen syllables
of brain gelato.

Revolution, like DNA,
replicates while you sleep.

Try not
to wake up

THIS IS AMERICA, the melting pot,
{insert your curried lamb tacos here}.

art by purplemonkeysexgod69

anonymous asked:

Harry / ron 😝

A/N: thanks!! i didn’t know if you wanted this as platonic harry/ron or romantic, so i tried to write it so you can interpret it either way!


A pile of books went crashing to the ground as Ron tackled Harry on his bed.

“Ron! What are you doing? Get off!” Harry said trying to squirm out from under his red headed friend.

“Not a chance mate, you’ve been studying for far too long, I can practically see your brain melting. You need to take a break!” he pressured, still not letting Harry up. Harry ceased his struggles and looked at Ron. “You know I can’t do that Ron, I’m almost failing Potions and I have a test tomorrow!” Ron’s playful mood softened for a split second at seeing Harry’s obvious stress.

“And you’re gonna ace it. I believe in you Harry, you’ll be just fine.” Moment over; Ron went back to his mischievous demeanor. “You need to stop worrying about it, and I have the perfect way to take your mind off things!”

With that Ron dug his fingers into Harry’s sides, causing him to burst into laughter. “Rohohon!!” Harry squealed as his pushed at his friend’s hands. He had never been tickled until he met the Weasley family, and now he gets more than enough of it. Even though he is constantly the victim, he can’t bring himself to entirely hate it.
His mind didn’t have long to ponder his relationship with the form of playful torture because before he knew it Ron had started drilling his thumbs into Harry’s hip bones.

“ahaHAHAHA NOHOHO!! ROHOHON STOHOHOHOP!!!” Harry fell into a fit of uncontrollable belly laughter as he thrashed around and pulled desperately at Ron’s hands. His brain was so scrambled that all he could focus on was Ron’s devious hands and the loud unabashed laughter pouring out of his own mouth.

Ron looked at Harry’s face and felt something in him soften. Harry was bright red with an open-mouthed grin, his hair a mess and his glasses askew. There were tears of mirth gathering in the corners of his eyes, and Ron took this as his cue to stop.

Harry laid there panting and wiping the tears from his face with a tired smile. His Potions test was long forgotten, and if he was being honest he felt much better. Ron ruffled Harry’s already messy hair and stood up off the bed. “Night, Harry.”

Harry playfully shoved Ron'a shoulder as retaliation. “Goodnight Ron.”

Harry watched Ron walk away for a moment, and the only thing he could thing of was how lucky he felt to have Ron in his life.

anonymous asked:

I noticed you put 'send me prompts' in the tag of that list so let me tell youuuu, "Oh my god, you have a concussion, stop trying to flirt with me." and the last two sound ABSOLUTELY PERFECT for Lams!!!!

Ahhh, thank you! These are so fun! This one is just the concussion one, the rest will be out later. The third one is gonna take me a while. <3

“Owww,” Alex whimpered.

John glanced over at his boyfriend, who was lying pitifully on the couch with an ice pack on his head. “I bet,” he said unsympathetically. “That’s what you get for trying to fight someone twice your size.”

“Lee had it coming!” Alex protested.

“You should have let me help you. Now I have to go out and kick his ass alone, for talking shit about Mr. Washington and for giving you a concussion,” said John.

“I gave him a black eye,” muttered Alex.

John stood up and wandered over to him, sitting down on the couch. “Uh-huh, good job. And he knocked you down so hard that you hit your head on the wall and got knocked out. Now, just sit there and stop complaining, because this is your own damn fault.”

Alex blinked up at him, batting his eyelashes. “You don’t have a very good bedside manner,” he pointed out.

“I’m not your fucking nurse. I’m here because Lafayette needed someone to watch you while they went to pick up your medicine.” Even so, John put his hand on Alex’s thigh gently and rubbed his thumb in small circles.

Alex closed his eyes. “That feels nice,” he said.

“Hey,” John said sharply, pinching him. Alex let out a whine of protest and snapped his eyes back open. “No falling asleep, remember?”

“But of course, why would I fall asleep when I could be looking into your beautiful eyes?” Alex mumbled.

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MONSTA X Reaction to You Being into BDSM {Requested}

WARNING MAJOR SMUT AHEAD! Proceed with caution!

Shownu: Was helping you move boxes into your new apartment when he tripped through the door frame sending the box in his hand crashing to the floor. The box flew open and your eyes widened as you saw one of your precious items hit the floor. “Jagiya, what’s this?” He asked reaching down to pick up your wooden paddle. “Um” you hesitated. “Is this what i think it is?” He flipped the paddle over in his hands and swung it around judging it’s weight. “Babe, why do you have a paddle?” He looked over at you as you tried hard to avoid his gaze. He came closer to you and bent down to your ear. “Y/N, is this paddle for you?” you turned to meet his eyes and you could tell that that was all the confirmation he needed. “Well” he whispered into your ear, i think that since you’re not answering my questions i may just need to use this on you.” Your body pulsed with electricity. “Go into your room and wait for Daddy, Jagiya. Someone has a lesson they need to learn.” He smacked the paddle one good time on you rear and you yelped with excitement and hurried to your room, excited for what was to come.

Originally posted by sonhyunu

Wonho: You were lying on your back in bed, and Wonho was on top of you, kissing all over your body. “Jagiya don’t move, stay perfectly still” he whispered as he began to kiss your neck. But it was too hard, your hands kept coming of their own free will to hold him and caress his muscular boy. He groaned and grabbed both of your hands and held them over your head. “I almost need handcuffs” he joked. “I have some!” you replied and laughing and his shocked face. He sat up so that you could reach over to your nightstand, open the top drawer and pull out two pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. You handed them to him and he looked at them and smiled. “Well baby looks like tonight you won’t be going anywhere for a while.” He clicked the cuffs onto your wrists and the other sides to the bed posts, stretching you out. “Now don’t move.” he whispered again as his kisses trailed south down to your road of happiness.

Originally posted by shinbeomi

Kihyun: “Don’t stop” You moaned as Kihyun kissed your neck. He listened and continued his kisses down to your chest until he found your breast and began taking turns kissing them and sucking them. It felt so good but you knew that it could feel even better. “Baby do you think that you could maybe give me a little bite?” you asked innocently. Kihyun’s head immediately shot up at your request. “You want me to bite you Jagiya?” You blushed and nodded. “Well okay, but tell me to stop if it hurts to much.” He then lowered his head back to your chest and wrapped his mouth around your erect nipple. You shuddered out of your pure delight when you felt the sharp pang of his teeth meeting your flesh. You knew that you and Kihyun were simply made to be together.

Originally posted by kihyeun

Hyungwon: He was resting his head on your lap and you were gently playing in his hair when he sat up and kissed you on your lips. The kissing progressed and soon the atmosphere became very hot as your bodies synced into line. “As he kissed he kept his hands at your waist or at your shoulder and it was frustrating. “Babe,” You said in between kisses. “Do you think that you can put your hands in my hair?” “Like this?” he responded, slowly starting to play with your hair like you did to him earlier. “No” you said quietly “I want it rougher than that.” Hyungwon smirked “Oh you do?” and grabbed a fistful of your hair pulling your head backwards. “Well I can certainly do that.” He replied as he held you in his vise like grip. The domination you felt from him made you completely euphoric. 

Originally posted by eunhasmom

Minhyuk: You were backed up against the closet wall and Minhyuk was holding you up kissing you like his life depended on it. “Ouch!” You yelped and he sat you down a look of concern in his eyes. “What’s the matter, Jagiya? what did i do?” You ran your tongue over your lip. “You bit me” you pouted with a playful smirk in your eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to do it baby.” You stared up at him, smiled then wrapped your arms around his neck. “No baby, do it again” you whispered and his eyes went wide. “You liked that?” he asked disbelievingly. “Mhmm” You moaned, and that was all it took before his lips came crashing down back to yours, kissing and biting so that you would the feels effects of him for a long, long time.

Originally posted by nomercywithus

Jooheon: You and Jooheon had been together for a while now and you had decided to buy something to show how devoted you were to this relationship. As you and Jooheon laid naked on the floor after a round of heavy foreplay you, reached over behind the couch and pulled out a dark purple bag and handed it to him. “What’s this?” he asked, looking puzzled and darting a hand inside. When he pulled his hand out he was holding a spiked collar. “Jagiya, wow, this is next level. Do you want me to put this on you?” You replied with a yes. “I’m yours.” You told him and you went weak as he reached behind you to clasp it around your neck. “Looks like i have a lover and a pet” He said with a hint of his excitement in his voice. “Let’s see if you know how to get on your knees.” 

Originally posted by trainingpanda

I.M.: “Can we try something different tonight?” You asked I.M. as he fondled your breasts. “What is it Y/N?” He asked curiously. “Well I have this new candle and I was wanting to try it out….on you.” You could see the wheels turning in I.M.’s head as his brain registered what you were really saying. “So” he started off slowly, “You want to drip candle wax on me?” You nodded. “Why not?” he said, “Just as long as you give me something before the night is over. “I will” You promised as you reached for your candle and matches. When the candle began to melt you slowly let let the wax drip and land on I.M.’s chest. You enjoyed the look of pain on his face and then the pleasure as you would kiss the sensitive spot it left. “Baby…” He breathed in a husky voice. This feels really really good.

Originally posted by mywonho

A Gamble With Love, Part 5: How Could You Do This to Me

It gets good. That’s it. I’ve caught up with myself basically bc ive been super busy the past few days, but dont worry, I should have the next part out within the next 2 days or so.

Summary: What happens when the two people you love most in the world find out you’ve been lying to them? Pain and guilt. How do you even begin to make it better?

Genre : Angst

Word Count: 1,861

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Minseok (Xiumin), Luna, Jonghyun, D.O, mentions of Kai, Jongdae, and Yixing

“You went out with us last time, I don’t see what the problem is this time?” Luna asked as she straightened her hair. You sat on her toilet in her apartment as she got ready for a date with Jonghyun after the two of you’d spent the entire day on the couch catching up on TV.

“Remember how last time ended?”

“Yeah, but this time Jonghyun hasn’t heard anything about Xiumin or any of them showing up.” Jonghyun had invited you guys to another one of his games. Your heart fluttered at the mention if Minseok. “So is that a yes?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

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Poem that I made for my algebra II class called Mathematically and Musically infused Poetry perpetuating carefully constructed on-point opinions obviously about my mood. Furthermore, furiously I Insight Ideas and also precariously practice poetry in a nonprecautionary manner maniacally. Although, I am speaking truthfully to try and make me and you closer and carefully constructing my speech so I sound welcoming without woe that my magically smooth sounds are to not have a rumbling ring riding your ear escaping into the exit of the bloody bag we call our brain only on contact connecting and losing oneself to the see of blood and sparks driving it insane only opposing oneself realizing regretfully that this is taking you into the precocious pits of the membrane which melts my maniacal movement of my mouth making me stuck in the vanishing vault that is buried beneath the tissue deeper deeper and darker until it is… I am … UNSEEN … I’m sorry this title was supposed to be nice and neat short and sweet like a slice of cake but now the cake has been left out to long as the musk of mold arises and the succulent sweetness that was once so adored is gone. Adoration for the simplicity of the succulent sweet slice was lost as the complexities of this make it harder to understand … harder for me to command… I feel I’ve lost control of my creation making people gasp and say “What in tarnation” Even now as I am writing this I have lost my former state of bliss as the cake has rotted away… And all that's left… is the plate. Oh but the patterns precautionarily painted on that cracked china are so beautiful those floral patterns one could get lost in it for days… who would want a cake however sweet and succulent fresh and fantastic delectable and delicious it may be if they had a carefully constructed perfect plate even with its cracks… Oh but even the cracks are gorgeous… Why cover up such a beautiful plate with some crummy cake that was just going to dirty it anyway. Who needs a stupid dessert to fatten them up as they walk into the slaughterhouse. Only to be turned into a cake and fed again. Their blood is the frosting and their flesh is the cake. And as for the flavor only the sweetest people will do. Just don’t tell the consumers what they’re eating… They won’t like one bit. They might realize they are walking into the slaughterhouse as well. Sometimes we don’t need cake only the plate. Are we not all just trying to show the plate. So that after the cake is eaten they will see our plate? However cracked they may be. Why not show our plates and cut out the middleman. Besides, cake will just leave crumbs on the plate that mask its true beauty and can cause people to assume that your plate is flawed and act like they can see the plate when they can’t! … To not trap myself in a tangent I will talk totally truthfully now. This is a serious situation for oneself like me. So please try to take this seriously.

This format seems pretty mysterious.
With this this being a math class and all that.
But trust me that I’m really serious

I’m talking about how and why I fuss
So let me use this emotional stat
This format seems pretty mysterious.

My time’s now to open up and discuss
F of x equals ten (one point four one)
But trust me that I’m really serious

Raise to X and divide by ten no more plus
Now you know my extremely odd format.
This format seems pretty mysterious.

Though after about seven hours it makes less sense
And to prove this claim use log base seven brat
Compared to log base six it’s obvious

X is hours y is mood this is thesis.
This is the end. I’ve made my point That’s that
This format seems pretty mysterious.
But trust me that I’m really serious
This may be a new age genesis
So I speak before I fall to pieces

Coffee Break

@wiserthanyourgirl hi!! I’m your secret santa!! I hope you’re enjoying this holiday season :) I’ve written a Percabeth AU oneshot, and I really hope you like it. It’s actually based on this post I saw, and the story just inspired me to write this, since it fit what you wanted of Percabeth getting together!

Also I just want to say a huge thank you to the mods at @pjosecretsanta2016, they’ve been amazing and thank you for organising this, it’s been so fantastic!! Happy holidays to all, and I hope you enjoy the oneshot!! (Also, I made an aesthetic to go with the fic, which I’ll post now!)

Piper scowled as she took her phone out of her pocket, opening up the email Mrs. Blanchard had sent her.

The queue moved forward one space as another person received their coffee. Piper stood in the small coffee shop, entitled Camp Coffee (yes, it was a cringey name), as the orange setting sun shone through the window. The shop was nearing closing now, and more and more people were leaving.

Piper had spent the past hour trying to work on her latest assignment. Mrs. Blanchard had asked her to write a romance story for the school magazine, to round it out.

“It can be anything, really,” Mrs. Blanchard had chirped. “Just a good old heartwarming romance.”

“But, I can’t write that,” Piper had complained.

Mrs. Blanchard had just smiled. “I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

Well, so far, Piper hadn’t found a way. In fact, she’d given up and decided to get some coffee, hoping that would inspire her. While she waited in the short queue, she reread the specification email, musing over what she could do.

Suddenly she was drawn out of her thoughts as she reached the front of the queue. A tall girl with tanned skin smiled at her. She was attractive, with curly blonde hair and bright grey eyes. The name tag on her orange uniform read Annabeth Chase.

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anonymous asked:

"I just don't think I could stomach sitting there trying to have a conversation with her, that's all." You'd feel like your brain was going to melt and run out of your ears.