ashamed to tag him in this

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this breaks my heart and makes me incredibly happy at the same time… dizzee loves his brothers but he can’t tell them. they wouldn’t understand his relationship with thor and it’s just not something he can share with them

but he’s not ashamed of it, he’s not out but he loves thor and being with him and expressing himself, he finds freedom and beauty in it. like he says, he’s not gonna apologize for being an alien. he can’t tell straight people (thus “some things just ain’t for you”) but he’s still going to be himself and no one else

and i think this is a really beautiful way of acknowledging it

13 Reasons Why Preference: PDA

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Originally posted by alyciadubnamcarey

Clay Jensen: Clay wasn’t big on PDA and honestly, neither were you. You two liked to save your affectionate moments for when you were in private, so your PDA would mostly be holding hands and a hug when one of you left the other. That is, until Clay got jealous– then all rules regarding PDA were out of the window, and he’d flat out make out with you in front of the person trying to flirt with you. 

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Alex Standall: You were much more into PDA than Alex. He’s a more private guy, but you loved to show your relationship off, so you’d usually be the one to initiate PDA. Alex didn’t mind when you did this, he’d always squeeze your hand when you grabbed his, or wrap his arms around you when you sat on his lap. He certainly would never deny you a kiss when you wanted one (which was always), but he the kisses were never too long or too intimate; he’d save those for the bedroom. 

Originally posted by 13-lara

Jeff Atkins: Jeff would love PDA because he loved to show you off. You two would never be seen together without some kind of PDA. Jeff loved kissing you in front of other people, and his arm stayed around your waist at all times. Even when you tagged along to his tutoring sessions with Clay, he’d keep a hand on your knee or your feet touching under the table. Clay would always make fun of him for his constant need to touch you, but he couldn’t help it– he loved you, and he wanted the entire world to know that you were his. 

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

 Zach Dempsey: Unexpectedly, Zach’s PDA would be limited only to when he was drunk. He didn’t want to be the stereotypical jock, who only thought about “getting some.” So for this reason, Zach was very careful about PDA. He wasn’t ashamed of you at all (the complete opposite, actually) so he’d steal an occasional kiss on the cheek or just holding you in the hallway for a minute between classes. But when he was drunk? A whole ‘nother story. He’d be all over you when he was drunk– kissing you constantly, pulling you into his lap, never ceasing to hold you in his arms. These moments were some of your favorites– when he let his walls down, poured love onto you, and let the entire school know how much he cared about you. 

Originally posted by despairingfever

Justin Foley: Justin would love PDA. You two would get in trouble at school all too often for “excessive public display of affection,” but honestly, neither of you cared. Justin hated being apart from you, so he’d always be sure to have an arm around your shoulders, his lips on yours, or at the very least, his hand resting on your knee. Sometimes he’d get a bit cheeky– a hand resting a little too high on your thigh, maybe– and that’s when you’d get in trouble. But he didn’t care, especially since the PDA helped ensure that no other guy in the school would even try to flirt with you, for fear of Justin finding out.

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 18)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 954

‘#DateMeBuckyBarnes’ Masterlist

A/N: I’m sorry. 

Originally posted by ilovebeingjoyful

Almost two weeks have passed since Daisy told you the news about Bucky and his escapades in Los Angeles, days that were a blur to you. Bucky’s calls and texts piled up in your phone with him pleading you to call back, begging you to hear his side of the story. You didn’t bother to listen to his voicemails. You didn’t bother to read all of his texts. During the first couple of days after the incident, Bucky constantly called and texted you, your phone blowing up with notifications that you had to shut the device off.

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the hockey team doing Adult Things™️

essentially i’ve recently turned 18 and i’ve experienced what life truly is as an adult 

  • chowder bringing home a goldfish one day because they went past a pet store and had the $3 to buy it. 
    • he got it home and realised that he didn’t have a fish bowl so he had to use one of bitty’s glass mixing bowls until Dex finished his homework and agreed to drive Chowder back to the pet store
  • ransom and holster doing one another’s makeup and arguing over what pattern to put ransom’s rhinestones in and then ransom just muttering “i’ll just copy yours because they’re pretty” 
  • losing all of the forks under a couch 
  • nursey and lardo sitting on a street corner at 1am reading poetry to one another
  • shitty getting in an argument with straight white boys while very drunk and having all of his friends just blindly back him up 
  • jack and shitty arguing over whether to listen to jazz or pop in the uber
  • bitty being forced to go on 12am grocery store runs to get tortilla chips and hummus because “you’re the least drunk” 
  • everyone sitting in a circle and sharing the songs that make them cry the most while also all high
  • going to late night lectures for film majors so they can watch a free movie and then leaving before the discussion starts because they all know they’ll get into a fight with the professor
  • eventually hanging up a sheet in the yard and projecting films onto the side of the Haus as they all snuggle in blankets on the grass
  • Bitty starting to cry in the grocery store because it’s the middle of exams and they’ve moved the shelf where the m&ms are usually kept
  • group trips to food and wine festivals because of the free samples 
  • Holster finding hula hoops on sale and buying one for each member of the team 
  • team bonding sessions can also just be putting puzzles together as a group
  • going to the art gallery together and just watching Lardo break down in tears in front of an Ai Weiwei piece
  • Lemonade Mouth is almost constantly playing 
    • everyone thinks that nursey is the one who keeps putting it on 
    • it’s dex
    • he’s not even ashamed of it, it’s just that no one has asked him 

A book broke my heart yesterday ♡ so now I need a lot of Khadgrin hugs to fix it ✿

“He died with honor, struck down by Oakheart. I couldn’t save him, but I managed to take Oakheart’s life while he was still gloating over his victory.”

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Movie Night Pt. 2

A Bucky Barnes Two-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 1310

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Swearing, smut, oral (female receiving), female ejaculation. Turn back now if this bothers you!

A/N: This is a request I received from my lovely internet friend. @sebastianstanisyourboyfriend Thank you for being my cheerleader, love ya babe!

To get caught up, read Movie Night first!  

Originally posted by rohgers

You were under no illusion Bucky meant that you guys were going to watch a movie once you were back in his room. You nodded and got up from his lap. He gave your ass a tiny swat before standing too. You threw him a look over your shoulder and laughed at his cheeky smile. You pulled your t-shirt over your head and watched as Bucky stepped into his sweatpants. After pulling your shorts on, you packed everything back into the gym bag and put it back under your desk. Bucky was by the door waiting on you.

“I have to warn you,” he said holding his hand out to you, “there isn’t any other way to my room without walking by the screening room.” You put your hand in his and started down the hallway. You felt like you were in college again, doing the walk of shame. But then you looked up at Bucky’s profile and admired his features. You wanted to feel the scratch of that stubble on your inner thighs. You looked away and focused on walking. Never mind, you had no shame.

“I think when we didn’t show up for the movie, they probably solved the equation on were we would be,” you said as you two neared the double doors of the built-in theater. As you passed by the open doors, you peaked inside. Luckily, nobody paid you any mind. You looked up at Bucky and laughed, “Tony chose one of my favorite movies!”

He quirked his eyebrow at you, “Would you rather join them?” He pulled you into his embrace, both of his hands settling on your ass and giving a firm squeeze. You let out a squeak when his teeth sank into your neck. You looped your arms around his head, holding him in place.

“Not even a little,” you whispered in his ear, nipping at the lobe. Bucky’s hands moved to the backs of your thighs and lifted you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your hold on his neck. Bucky continued walking toward his room. The look on his face was full of intent. You kissed along his jaw and tunneled your fingers in his hair. When you gave his neck a little love bite and tugged on his hair simultaneously, you heard a soft, “…fuck,” leave his lips. A hand left your thigh to give your ass a hard smack.

“Doll face, I’ll fuck you right here in the damn hallway,” he said while glancing at you. “Then we could really give everyone something to watch.” He gave you a quick kiss before stopping in front of his door. He fumbled with the doorknob before using his foot to push the door open. He set you on your feet once you were inside. You looked around after he flipped the light on. Neutral tones, you liked it.

“Ya know, I wasn’t opposed to the hallway fucking,” you quipped while walking over to his bookcase. You skimmed your fingers along the titles, approving of his choices. His arms wrapped around you from behind. His lips were warm against your ear.

“We’ll work up to that,“ he licked the shell of your ear. “I’m not ready to share what you look like when you come.” His flesh hand made its way underneath your shirt and was caressing your breasts slowly. You dropped your head back onto his shoulder and closed your eyes. He used his palm to rub circles on your nipples. You subconsciously rolled your hips against his semi-hard cock. Bucky’s metal arm was making a soft whirring noise as he traced the waistband of your shorts. You ran your hand up and down the smooth plates, biting your lip and keeping in your moans.

“I’ve always had a thing for your tits.” He pinched a nipple and then soothed it with his palm. He repeated this process while he talked, “I would always imagine what they looked like. How sensitive they were. How you would sound if I did this…” he pulled on your nipple with a harsh tug, causing you to gasp loudly. “Ah, perfect,” he said, nipping your neck. You were squirming in his arms. Your shorts were soaked. This man was turning you into a hussy.

“Bucky baby, I’m dying a slow death here,” you were proud of yourself for being able to form words at all.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea,” he said as he turned you toward the bed and instructed you to sit. You perched yourself on the edge and looked up at him. He stripped your shirt off. You raised your hips enough to allow him to pull your shorts down your legs and off. He lowered himself to his knees in front of you and spread your thighs with his body. He leaned in for a kiss before bending and placing your legs over his shoulders. The last thing you saw was a sinful grin before he took a long lick through your folds.

“Holy… oh…” was all you managed before laying back, propped up on your elbows. His eyes closed with a growl, sending vibrations straight into your cunt. Bucky licked his way around your entrance, savoring the taste. He flicked his tongue over your clit, switching between short and rapid to long and slow. You started to buck your hips against his face. He slung his metal arm across your belly to still your movements. He used his flesh hand to push two fingers inside you. He curved his fingers just right, rubbing you sweet spot in tandem with his flicking tongue over your clit.

You screamed. Your arms gave out, falling flat on your back. You clutched the sheets with one hand while tangling your fingers in his hair with the other. Bucky was thrusting his fingers deep, flattening his tongue against your clit and moving his head back and forth. The noises he was making were like those of a starving man at his first meal. It was overwhelming. The pleasure was sharp and your orgasm was going to hit you like a freight train.

“Oh god… I’m coming… BUCKY!” you gasped as your legs started to shake and the wave crashed through your body. You threw your arm over your eyes as Bucky slowly worked you down from your high. When your senses were back online, you peaked at him from underneath your arm. He had sat back a bit and was staring at you in awe. His chin was glistening still and he brought his hand up to show how wet it was. That is when you felt it. Your inner thighs were drenched. As was the sheet underneath you. The confusion had to be clear on your face.

“Did I…?” you shook your head, but Bucky cut you off before you could finish the sentence.

“Yea doll, I think you did.” He stated with a satisfied grin. Your cheeks turned hot and you scooted away from him. He grabbed your ankle before you got too far. “Hey, what is that look for?” His brow was furrowed as he looked at you.

“I’ve never… that hasn’t ever happened to me before.” You said embarrassed.

Bucky’s features softened. He wiped his chin off before climbing into the bed next to you. “Doll face, don’t be embarrassed.” He pulled you into his arms. “Never be ashamed of your pleasure. Besides, Clint said that finding a woman who can squirt is like finding a white whale.”

You pushed him away a bit and punched his shoulder playfully with a laugh. “Did you just call me a whale?” Bucky fell back onto the bed in a fit of laughter.

He rolled off the bed and reached down for your hands. He pulled you up and toward the bathroom, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up Moby.”  

Fin.

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fredheads  asked:

concept: archie starts therapy after episode 4 and he and reggie have the same therapist and one day he sees reggie leaving the building / sitting in the waiting room and instead of being embarrassed reggie is super stoked to see him and extra stoked that archie is taking care of his mental health

im sitting here crying over imagining reggie not being ashamed of having a therapist or getting help for himself. i want him to be extra and offer archie a ride and

Morning Coffee: Love & Lust.

read part one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

warning! smut in this chapter. this is pretty vanilla and cliché for a few reasons: i imagine that’s how it’d be between these two particular characters their first time, and also this is my first time posting smut. may seem as though it’s moving slow but that’s the point, please don’t judge me too hard for this as i tried my best! also if you asked to be tagged and weren’t, i apologize and please send me an ask. and sorry this took forever, i had exams.

↳ Part Eight.

Originally posted by babyspencerreid

You had wondered many times within the past couple months if and when you and Spencer would sleep together. He had only mentioned sex once before to you and it was an innocent comment about his experience– with heated cheeks he admitted that he had nearly none, he had only slept with one person one time. You assured him it was nothing to be ashamed of because it truly wasn’t, plus it was none of your business who he had chosen to share his intimate moments with before he had been with you.

You had more experience than him in bed but had only had a few partners since you preferred to have a strong emotional connection with the person you were sleeping with. Save for the few one night stands here and there, which always contributed to your loneliness rather than getting rid of it.

You were currently on the couch in your apartment, Spencer’s body was pressed up against you as his lips feverishly moved with yours. The music that you’d turned on earlier was long forgotten but it still echoed in the back of your head as you heard the meaningful lyrics of the sweet song.

Spencer’s hands were cupping your cheeks as his tongue poked out of his mouth and touched against your bottom lip. He’d always adored your lips, the shape and color of them along with the way they moved when you kissed him or when you spoke. 

He was sat upright with his back pressed against the couch but his head was turned to the left side where you were. In an attempt to get closer you pulled your knee to the other side of him, straddling his lap without breaking the kiss. You ground your hips down on his for some friction without it even being intentional but he didn’t seem to mind, and the moan that escaped his mouth and fell between your lips proved your assumption correct.

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anonymous asked:

Let him rest? Who the hell do you think you are? Louis is not a helpless child. He's a grown ass man, he's rich, he's got an adorable son, a hot girlfriend. He gets paid to walk around in fancy clothes and sip coffee. Why the fuck do you act like people should feel sorry for him? Aren't you ashamed to act like this when so many people around the world struggle with REAL issues?

Okay, anon. Okay.

Let us imagine for a moment that we are two separate and yet civilised bloggers. 

Let us imagine that we are both fans of Louis Tomlinson, and as such take an interest in his general wellbeing, as well as support him in his work.

Let us imagine, that you, dear blogger, saw a three word tag on a post that I wrote, one made up of nine words.

Let us imagine that you read the words ‘Just a happy hug for Louis. Pass it on’ and then clicked into my original post and saw the tags ‘one less thing to worry about’, ‘let him shine’ and  'let him rest’.

Let us imagine that in seeing this, for reasons best known only to you, you chose to focus on the three words ‘let him rest’.

Let us imagine that without choosing to ask, or to seek context as to why I would have made the post to begin with, let alone used those three particular words, you then instead chose to send me a cowardly anonymous message.

Let us imagine that I attach no shame to what I choose to blog about, and that instead I choose to blog about things that I find positive, or wish to raise awareness of, as well as things I enjoy.

Let us imagine, anon, that you are unaware of the fact that I am a real life activist, and that I have in fact been to parliament to discuss real life issues with real life MPs.

Let us imagine, that you anon, recall before you press send, that you know nothing about me, my life, nor the REAL issues, I, nor anyone around me, face.

Let us imagine, anonymous person who came to my blog with the express purpose of sending me this message, that you cannot in fact imagine what it was like, like I, to be raised in the shadow of sectarianism.

Let us imagine, anonymous grey box of safety you choose to hide behind, that every day of my career, I work assisting people whom I was inspired to support, after my mother lost the vast majority of her hearing and was injured in a bombing when I was five years old.

Let us imagine, person presumably too ashamed of their actions to use their real name, that no, I am not ashamed to act with compassion and empathy, and to have a post reflect those parts of me.

Let us imagine that I, a fan of Louis Tomlinson, used those three words, because I was happy to see that he will not face charges in a case that I feel should never have been brought against him in the first place.

Let us imagine that I used the words ‘let him rest’ because I am happy that instead of having the shadow of the aforementioned case (and the way certain people chose to report it) hanging over him, I hope that he can instead now get some respite, away from this particular kind of exposure.

Let us imagine, that while I understand that everyone experiences and deals with grief in the way that is personal and right for them, that grief is something I sadly understand all too well.

Let us imagine then, that as someone who in the past few years alone, has lost five of my cousins (including one to suicide, the pain of which I talked about in depth here), my aunt (who was like a grandmother to me), my uncle (who was in fact buried today), and my father, who died aged fifty-nine (and whom I didn’t even get to say goodbye to, because he passed away with no warning), knows a little bit about grief and how it can weary you.

Let us imagine that within the scope of my experience, I feel, personally, that while we all handle grief differently, that the one thing you do not need when grieving is more external stressors in your life, because grief is an all consuming experience (tiring in a way that you cannot know until you have lived through it), that no amount of money, sipping coffee, or fancy clothes can assuage.

Let us imagine that I, someone who has experienced the life changing blow that is losing a parent, empathises with Louis Tomlinson in this instance, and that I hope he is able to relax a bit and rest a little more (something that in and of itself is open to interpretation) with one less of those external stressors to worry about.

Let us imagine, anon, that you have not experienced even a fraction of such a monumental emotion (because I would not wish it on anyone), and that you can find it within yourself to understand, to examine context, and to use critical thinking regarding the words of someone who has, and who in turn chose to make a small statement on their own blog regarding it.

Let us imagine, dear anon, that we live in a world where people think before they speak, where someone who is grieving can visit a site they enjoy for some respite from said grief, and where unchecked denigration and spewing vitriol are not the norm. Where people consider their words and how they will carry them with them (because carry them they must), before they send a stranger an anonymous message on the internet.

Imagine THAT.

Preferences: Telling Him You’re A Virgin

Requested by anon.

Whoops a couple of these got a little steamy. Oh, and Crowley is in this one too ;)


Dean:

Originally posted by strengthcas

Dean’s a lady’s man (everyone knows that), which is why you hesitated to tell him about your intact virginity. When it finally slipped, Dean was confused why you didn’t tell him sooner. After telling him the truth about possibly disappointing him, he made sure to let you know how perfect you were for him, regardless of your purity. 


Sam:

Originally posted by sam-and-dean-winchesters

To say Sam was surprised was an understatement. He couldn’t believe someone as perfect as you hadn’t lost it yet. He didn’t you at first until you had explained you had kept it for the right person. And oh boy, was he really surprised when you said he’s the right person ;)


Cas:

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Cas was a little confused when you nervously told him you were a virgin. He didn’t know why you were so embarrassed because after all, he hadn’t had much experience in that department either. Nevertheless, he reassured you it was nothing to be ashamed of, and you could wait as long as you needed.


Crowley:

Originally posted by marksheppardischarming

Telling Crowley didn’t take long. Well, you didn’t tell him; he just read your mind instead. After teasing you relentlessly, he promised it was nothing to worry about and there was no rush. He also reassured you that he’d be right there when you were ready ;)

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Father’s Daughter.

Titled: ‘Father’s Daughter’ 

Pairing: Gaston x reader

Word Count: 1709 

Summary: Your daughter, Cecile is being pushed around by one of the village boys and Gaston suggests sending Sebastien after him but then quickly realizes that won’t be necessary. 

A/N: Thought this would be such a cute fic idea! So here you go!! 

Warnings: Daddy!Gaston feels, Gaston/Luke Evans feels, FLUFF, slight angst,  etc. 

Tagging:  @girl-next-door-writes  @captainemwinchester @little-red-83@impalaimagining@sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt@hobbithorse19@feelmyroarrrr@lefouismylife@redimagines@letowolfie@ciaprincess@speedycatbluebird @haniiix33 @mademoiselle-lanielenawrit@pancake74433 @certainasthesvn@with-a-hint-of-pesto-aiolishiroyuki18@ironicallyimnotamouse@ciaprincess@erreneous@gawston@benedictcumberbatchstolemyheart @pureawesomeness001@ronijdubb@norrihiddleskittycap@oh-snap-its-mildred @milleniumxhan


Gaston has never been one to be ashamed to admit anything, and he especially liked to brag about having a family of his own someday. Alongside the woman he held dearest to his heart. So far you and him have just done that. Your first born son name’s was Sebastien, he was twelve years old. Christopher, not too far behind, your second born son, was nine years old. Cecile, she was your first born daughter, and she had just celebrated her seventh birthday. A year after Cecile was born, you welcome your third son, who you named Henri, and he was six. And your youngest, was your second born daughter, Felicite who was only one years old. So you already had your hands full. 

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I’m not the biggest fan of OwlTurd, but I would just like to bring your attention to this (I won’t say who it is, but :

For the context behind this, here it is. OwlTurd was simply saying that the whole “punch a Nazi” rhetoric goes both ways, and can be used to justify punching any group, and he used Radical Feminism as an example. If you go around punching people, don’t be surprised when someone punches you back in response one day. Naturally, Social Justice Warriors and others misread what he said, he was branded a “Nazi sympathizer”, and was forced to apologize. It’s the epitome of “it’s okay when I do it”.

Also, just to let you know, the whole “brand everyone I don’t like as a Fascist/Nazi” thing has led to this shit happening in Spain. I see what you mean when you say that violence is often detrimental to causes, because I just knew that the “punch anything which may be a Nazi!!” rhetoric would backfire, and would lead to people who aren’t actually Nazis/White Supremacists getting hurt, due to people being blinded by emotion.

- @danguy96


You know what worries me? Is that, from the first link, the tag used for the post being pleased that OwlTurd backed down is:

“Okay I’m glad that things have worked out here now on to other targets.”

That is terrifying. “Other targets,” the “targets” being “people that point out the flaws in our way of thinking.” It’s a horrifying reminder of thought police and enforcing silence for one group to get their way over others.

I’m ashamed, to be frank, that he was cowed into submission. The tweets are now deleted. I’m sure that he’ll still think those things, but thanks to dogpiling and refusing to accept his valid criticism through typical intimidation, he won’t voice his thoughts anymore. And now, thanks to him just being honest in what he thought at the time, that’ll forever be an excuse to attack him.

It’s vile, and you’re absolutely right.

Afraid and Happy -- 5 times Ronan came out to the Gangsey, and 1 time Adam did.

hello!! i have been writing this fic for ao3 for the past few weeks now, and it is finally done!! i posted a teaser of it a little while ago and it did well on here, so i supposed i would upload the rest of it? fair warning: this is about 10k words, but it’s worth the read! if you prefer to read it on ao3 it is here

Part 1—Ronan had always known he was gay. He may not have known it in words, but the thought was always there, pressing somewhere in the back of his mind, waiting until Ronan was ready to fully reveal itself. When he did put words to the music playing dully in the back of his mind, he kept it to himself.  Ronan told himself that he wasn’t embarrassed, or ashamed. He pretended that he was just waiting for a better time to make himself known, if there ever was such a time. Ronan thought that maybe his life would always be too full of dead fathers and night terrors to have room for such nonsense ideas as sexualities. Whatever excuses he came up with for hiding himself, it was all the same: he was afraid.

Those were the thoughts that clouded Ronan’s mind as he sat at a Nino’s booth with Noah, Gansey, and Adam on a Wednesday evening. The three of them were all talking of a homecoming dance, Ronan excluded.

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His Boy

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 506

Part 2 of From the Other Side


Buying a house hadn’t ever been something Dean thought he would do. Then again, he hadn’t honestly expected to make it this far. Seeing your face light up made it so much more worth it. It wasn’t something extravagant, that wasn’t you, and he knew that. He went for something you could make into a home. He’d taken to domestic life at home faster than he thought possible. Mowing the lawn, playing mr fix it, and anything else that needed to be done. And you liked it. He’d come in from mowing, sweat making his skin glisten, and you’d bite your lip.

Things went smoothly, and he felt the stress lift from his shoulders. Finally, six months after you were completely moved in, he got down on one knee, and blurted out a marriage proposal that was completely Dean. Without a second thought, you said yes.

Dean wanted it all with you. You had the house, you were engaged, and now, he wanted a family with you. Picturing you with a child that the two of you helped create always made him grin like an idiot. He wasn’t surprised when you were shocked, as it wasn’t like he’d shown an interest in having a family in the past. For once, the pair of you had a discussion like adults. He was pleased with the outcome. You wouldn’t try, but you wouldn’t prevent it, either. Dean felt that was the best way. It felt more natural, and less stressful.

Part of him expected it to take awhile. It wasn’t like he led the healthiest lifestyle. However, just about a month and a half later, he was lifting you in his arms, grinning. You were having a baby. Soon, the house would really feel like a home. Not a night passed where his hand wasn’t on your stomach as he slept.

The two of you had been in bed, your back against the headboard, and his head on your thighs, when he felt the baby kick. Dean’s eyes watered, his hand unmoving from it’s place on your stomach. “You know your daddy, huh?” He said softly before kissing your rounded stomach.

“It’s a boy!” Had made his day. Knowing what to picture years down the line, made it that much more real. And that much more terrifying. He was still excited, but he’d never dealt with a newborn before! His hand was still on your stomach, night after night, but he found himself constantly distracted. He would zone out, only half hearing your words, and would reply automatically.

The first time he heard his little boy’s cried, he smiled as tears ran down his cheeks. He wasn’t ashamed one bit. Seeing you hold him, kissing his head softly, was more beautiful than he ever expected.

Sitting in the chair by your bed, he felt at peace. His son slept peacefully on his chest, and Dean couldn’t believe it. His son. His. He would watch him grow up, would teach him to ride a bike, and so much more.

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Ivonne’s 12 Days of Deadpool, #6

Spideypool x Reader,  smut ya’ll. 

You are left alone at your company's Christmas party. Where are those two idiots?

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Mariah Carey singing ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ blasted throughout the conference room, as you sipped cheap wine in the corner. This was suppose to be a fun night with Wade and Peter, they both were happy to come to your company’s Christmas party; especially with an open bar. But at the last minute, Peter had some Spidey duties to uphold and Wade opted to tag along to help get the job done quicker, leaving you all alone. Not that you hated your co-workers, they were all pretty nice. It’s just that you were looking forward to getting piss drunk with your boys and possibly making complete fools out of yourselves.

Sighing, you pouted in the corner, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. Everyone was socializing and taking advantage of the open bar, so you strolled over to it and ordered another whiskey sour.

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lookingforthed-ean  asked:

Can you tell us some more about he NASA AU? I love it to bits and I'm dying to know more

Hmm well as you know, Jim is an astronaut st the NASA and Spock a Vulcan engineer who came to help humans in their quest for space travel.
Jim is fascinated by Spock because it’s he first alien he has ever encountered and totally wants to know more about him but doesn’t understand much how works the Vulcan way (he keeps, for example, touching him and shaking his hand each time he sees him until Uhura, who is charged of the diplomacy with Vulcans and is writing a thesis about them, tells him that’s basically making out and Jim is at first very very ashamed but then wonders why Spock never said it)
Spock tries as well to understand the Human way (and dresses as one one Earth) and Jim teaches him some things and take him to beautiful spaces that you can’t see in books ;)
If you want more informations I think I have given some in asks I received you can check the tag nasa au or nasa spirk au to see them :D

Make Me Cry

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @therealdeanwinchester13‘s Writing Box Challenge! I was really excited to write this and I will be honest this challenged me a lot, which is exactly what I wanted! I didn’t really like this song when she first gave me the prompt, but as always, the more I listened to it, the more I fell in love. I hope you all really like this, because I do.

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 878 (sorry it’s so short!)

Warnings: Language, Angst, Mentions of Death, Fluff if you squint REALLY HARD

Song: “Make Me (Cry)” by Noah Cyrus ft. Labyrinth

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There was a shift in his behavior, but we were all expecting it. Dean was a changed man, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. As I watched him, rubbing that damn mark on his arm with a dark sadness in his eyes, I knew his heart was breaking. But he couldn’t help it. And I couldn’t help it.

I never needed you like I do right now
I never needed you like I do right now
I never hated you like I do right now
‘Cause all you ever do is make me cry

“Y/N.”

For a moment, it sounded like the old Dean. The Dean I had fallen in love with. There for just a moment, I almost forgot about all the shit he was putting me through.

But as I looked up, there was a completely different man staring back at me. I almost wanted to cry just looking at him. This wasn’t my Dean. This wasn’t the Dean I had spent countless nights opening my heart up to, telling him all of my secrets and fears. This wasn’t the Dean that I had trusted with my life. This wasn’t the Dean that made love to me just two months ago for the first time.

“I can’t do this without you,” He said quietly, then downed the rest of his whiskey.

As the tears built up in my eyes, my mind raced back to just hours ago. 

“Dean!” I screamed out as the demon in front of me had me pinned to a wall with his hand around my throat. Dean just stood there, staring at me and I couldn’t read the expression on his face. But he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t running towards me, weapon in hand, ready to save my life. He wasn’t going to save my life. Dean was going to let me die.

But Sam came to the rescue in the knick of time, stabbing the demon in the back with Ruby’s knife and even after my life was spared, I felt like I wanted to die. 

I can’t say that anyone has ever watched their boyfriend watch the love of their life almost die…willingly. 

But I can.

Dean was a death sentence to me, and I couldn’t stay here while he was like this. 

Couldn’t hear the thunder
But I heard your heart race
Couldn’t see the rain
We’re too busy making’ hurricanes
Love ain’t easy when it ain’t my way

“You just stood there and watched, Dean,” I snapped, letting the tears fall. “You watched me gasping for air…I was seconds away, Dean. Seconds.”

“I don’t know what happened, Y/N,” He cried, standing up and making his way toward me. As he reached his arm out, I jumped back lightly, causing his eyes to give me a hurt expression. “This mark is…”

“God, Dean, I’m so sick of this! I know you can’t help it, okay? But I’m not ready to die yet. I have a lot of living left to do and as much as I love you, I’m not willing to risk being killed by you.”

“You told me you would jump in front of a bullet for me, Y/N! We promised each other we wouldn’t walk away. You knew what you were getting into!” At this point, I was backed against a bookcase, looking up at him in fear.

“Yes, Dean! I would do anything to save you, trust me! But I don’t want to be killed by the man I love, and today. That was the same fucking thing. And don’t you dare try to say it’s not.”

“God dammit, Y/N!” His fist collided with the shelf next to my head and I squeezed my eyes shut, then pushed him away roughly as I wiped the tears from my eyes. “Then leave. If you’re gonna leave, go now, while I’m still under control.”

I laughed humorlessly, “Under control? Dean, you are spinning out of it by the second.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” He pleaded, the tears flowing freely from his eyes. He gently walked toward me and slowly placed his hand on my cheek, causing me to flinch. “Shh, it’s okay. Just…give me a proper goodbye. That’s all I’m asking.”

I nodded slowly as I sobbed, then pulled him into me, wrapping my arms around his strong frame. Then when I pulled away, I gave him a kiss that said I would wait for him, and that I still love him. Because I do. I will always love Dean Winchester, Mark of Cain or not.

And now…standing here over his bed while he lay there lifeless, I wondered if leaving was what I should have done. Maybe Dean would still be alive if he had just one more person there supporting him while he was trying to save the world.

So I left again, because I couldn’t face Sam after this. I was ashamed that I had left the both of them when they needed me most.

And when I encountered a djinn on the way back to North Dakota, I gladly took his hand, and I could finally dream of the perfect life. With Dean and Sam. And there wouldn’t be any monsters, just me and the love of my life.

It was perfect. 

This life was perfect.


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