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It doesn’t matter if there’s nothing under the bed, or in the dark, so long as you know it’s okay to be afraid of it. So listen. If you listen to nothing else, listen to this. You’re always going to be afraid, even if you learn to hide it. Fear is like a companion. A constant companion, always there. But that’s okay. Because fear can bring us together. Fear can bring you home. Fear makes companions of us all.

Request:
could you pleaaasee write an imagine where dan’s doing a live show and y/ n joins in and dan sort ofjust dazes at them as their talking to his younow audience and the comments blow up about heart eyes howell and then they share a cute lil moment with everyone watching??? thanks!

A/N:I am so sorry that it’s so short, the next one is going to be longer I promise
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Dan looks down on his phone, and then back at the screen of his computer:“It’s already 11pm, and I guess some of you have school tomorrow.”,he runs a hand through his hair and can see how the comments start to focus on his ‘Hobbit Hair’ :“So now I’m going to do 5 more minutes, but then I’m going to watch anime or something.”

He looks at the comments and isn’t realising that his girlfriend, Y/N, came into the room.
She goes up to him as quietly as she can and holds a finger on her mouth
And then, with a loud ‘BOO’ she jumps right next to his chair.

“HOLY MOTHER OF-MY GOD Y/N!”,he screams and Y/N starts to laugh hysterically while the comments explode once again.
Now every second one is about the face he made.

“Yeah haha funny.”,he says ironically and looks in the camera of his computer:“haha.. shut up..”

Y/N gives her boyfriend a soft kiss on his cheek and starts to look on the comments.

At first Dan and Y/N thought that the Phandom would hate her,
but they didn’t.
To be honest it seems like most of them are truly appreciating what she does for him and Phil.

“How are you?”,Y/N reads one comment out loud:“Well today was a little bit stressful, but-”

Dan cant help himself but to stares at her.
His brown eyes trail from her eyes down to her pink lips, and back up.
In this entire universe there’s nothing-and when he says nothing then there’s really nothing- more prettier than her.

And he don’t know why, but he starts to think about their first meeting in the supermarket.
She talked about her roommate, and how she kept eating all of her Cereal.
And Dan knew immediately that she’s the one for hi-

“Dan?”,a voice brings him back into reality:“Is everything alright, darling?”
Her eyes are locked with his and instead of giving her a answer, he continues to stares at her.

The following silence is comfortable, and after a few minutes Y/N looks back at the computer.
With red cheeks she sees that everyones just writing one sentence.

“ Heart Eyes Howell.”

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Prompt: “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

Warnings: Angst; Swearing

You had been walking around Arkadia, talking amongst the people of the camp. Your newly given guard jacket felt heavy on your shoulders considering it was a size too big. They chose to make you guard after Bellamy had upped and left out of nowhere. At first Kane was skeptical, you had been pretty tore up after the older Blake sibling left but you kept on a strong facade.

“How are you feeling?” you turned around at the sound of Kane’s familiar voice. He stood behind you with a soft smile as he looked you over in the guard uniform.

You sighed softly and averted your gaze to your boots before looking back up at Marcus. He asked this every day even though it had been nearly three weeks since Bellamy was gone. “I’m fine. Tired, but fine,” you answered and shrugged a bit.

Kane opened his mouth to speak again but he was interrupted by the sound of the alarm going off at the gate, signaling someone was outside or between the wall and the tree line.

You and Marcus ran side by side to the gate, an assault rifle being thrusted into your hands. “What do we got?” you called out as you checked the gun to make sure it was loaded and ready.

“We saw something along the tree line, it’s started moving into the pasture. Possibly a Grounder,” Miller answered you and stepped forward with his own gun ready.

You nodded and positioned the gun on your shoulder before ordering the other guards to open the gate. Everyone was under your command, no one allowed to fire unless you said so. The gate opened slowly and you stepped forward, peering into the scope on your large gun that magnified your view.

You turned slowly, examining the large open expanse before the trees started. You stopped when you saw movement just over the small hill and you walked forward until you could see clearly. You stopped dead in your tracks and stared into the scope in shock.

“(Y/N)?” you could hear Miller ask but your heart was beating so fast you could barley hear your breath.

“Hold your fire!” you yelled out and dropped your own gun to your side, turning your head and meeting Kane’s eyes. “It’s Bellamy. Someone get Abby Griffin!”

In a rush, guards and people from medical ran past you and out to meet Bellamy who was limping and badly beaten. You walked back to the gates, thrusting your gun into Monty’s arms who looked at you in worry. You kept walking past him, Bryan and Harper and kept your eyes forward.

“Send him to the interrogation room as soon as possible,” you called to them as you continued to walk to the Ark. Monty called your name in protest but you turned your head sharply and shouted, “That’s an order!”

Once you were in the safe confines of the Ark’s walls, you felt like you couldn’t breath. You were sucking in deep breaths and stumbling against the wall as tears burned in your eyes. You let out a scream and slammed your fist into the wall, hearing your bones crunch against the thick metal.

You walked quickly to the interrogation room and slammed the large door behind you. You pulled your jacket off quickly and threw it against the wall. You leaned over the table and put your head in your hands, tugging at your hair as tears fell down your cheeks.

Bellamy left you, without saying a word, without a goodbye. He just left. Now he was back, limping in beat up like nothing happened. He waltzed right out the doors without looking back and broke your heart. You spent all this time trying to mend it and it was being shattered all over again.

You paced the room for what felt like forever, chewing on your bottom lip as you waited for someone to bring Bellamy in. After another few minutes, there was a knock at the door. It opened and Kane stuck his head in, meeting your puffy eyes. “Are you sure about this?” he questioned.

With not of your head, the door was opened the rest of the way and Bellamy stepped into the room. Your heart was pounding against your rib cage as his eyes locked with yours and he swallowed thickly. The door was shut behind him, leaving the two of you alone in the eerily silent room.

“(Y/N)-” Bellamy started but you raised your hand to silence him and shook your head.

“Don’t, you don’t get to speak right now,” your voice was hard as you glared at the dark haired male in front of you who pressed his lips together. “Where were you Bellamy? You just leave without telling anyone? You couldn’t even say goodbye? You didn’t tell anyone where you went, for three weeks a search party looked for you. For three weeks I was heartbroken and worried sick. For three weeks I was ALONE. You left me Bellamy!” your voice broke when you finally said his name and you looked away.

Bellamy stood before you, guilt ridden on his face as he stared at the floor where your feet were. He didn’t know what to say without making everything worse. He never meant to hurt you, he thought you didn’t care that he left.

“If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve,” Bellamy spoke softly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

You turned and looked at Bellamy in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? I never should have had to ask! I loved you, you idiot!” you screamed at him, all of your pent up anger and emotion coming out. You now had tears streaming down your face but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “I was in love with you and you left,” your bottom lip quivered as you spoke.

Bellamy finally stepped forward, his larger frame towering over yours as his hands reached up and cupped your cheeks. Bellamy forced you to look him in the eyes as his own looked glossy with unshed tears. He sniffled slightly as his thumbs traced your jawline slowly.

“You were in love with me?” Bellamy asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or you are?”

You stared up into the chocolate brown eyes that belonged to the love of your life and you held onto his forearms as he caresses your face. You but your lip and sighed softly as your thoughts ran a mile a minute. “I am in love with you, you idiot,” you finally answered, causing you both to smile.

Bellamy leant down and pressed his lips to yours softly, his hands holding you close to you couldn’t get away. You stood in the quiet room as you kissed the man of your dreams. The two of you still had a lot to talk about but in that moment you didn’t care. All you focus on was that moment felt as your lips moved perfectly in sync with Bellamy Blake’s.

Bit of an iffy one, this, but it makes me laugh at least. Thank you to @imbxckytrash for the request - hopefully it’s close to what you were looking for. Does anyone else do this? Usually when I’m up at night (as a heavy sleeper) it’s just cause I’ve needed to pee. XD Is that too much info? Ah, who cares. Cheers to @agentpiku for giving me a little seal of approval on this piece. Enjoy, you guys!

Prompt[s]: Okay so I don’t know about you but a lot of thetime when I can’t sleep I do my makeup in the middle of the night and that very often comes with a weird hairstyle, could I request a oneshot where the reader does that and bucky catches her and teases her about it but secretly finds it adorable

‘Insomnia’

When the lightning struck, you sat upright in cold sweats. It was one thing to have a nightmare, but it almost seemed like the universe was taunting you to have it coincide with the awful weather.

The worst part of it all was knowing that you’d not be able to get back to sleep now you were awake.

You tossed and turned and tossed again, but now for some reason your pillow was no longer comfortable and your duvet was suffocating. You kicked off the covers and moved your legs over the edge of the bed with a sigh.

Slowly your eyes were drawn to your dresser. It was going to be one of those nights, you realised as you pulled on some slippers.

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Say You Love Me

Spock x Reader

Word Count: 1900

Prompt: “I miss you.” “Love me.”

Summary: You feel neglected by Spock and just want him to tell you he cares about you. 


You expected him to say it at the wedding. He did not and it hurt you more than you expected. Why couldn’t he just say it? You already had so many times. You told him again in your vows at the wedding, that’s where you assumed he’d say it. But those three words were never uttered from your husbands lips. Which annoyed you, but you understood what the half of him that was Vulcan did to his character. Jim could see you were upset at the after party, which was more for you than Spock. Jim told you that Spock had told you about the different ways he loved you, just not with those words. You admitted it hurt you and you did feel like maybe he didn’t love you as much as you loved him. But that begged the question of why would he marry you if he didn’t love you? Jim had just tried to tell you how you were wrong and Spock did love you. But it was hard to believe him when he hadn’t actually said it yet. 

Your comm rang and seeing it was Spock you ignored it. It went to the message. 

“Y/n. You don’t seem to be answering my comm calls. So I am assuming you are ignoring me or have lost your comm. I wasn’t aware you had any activities occurring today that meant you were exiting the house. If you could please call me back I would be much obliged and less worried by the lack of communication, I will see you when I return home.” He hung up and you sat back on the bed. You felt bad but you also wanted him to be worried in a way because, it showed that he cares. Maybe that was manipulative but you needed the affirmation that he didn’t stay with you and marry you for some other reason.

Later that day, the doorbell rang, so you knew it wasn’t Spock. Going to the door you opened it. It was Jim. 

“So. You’re not dead!” He exclaimed. “I’m Spock’s eyes and ears because apparently you haven’t been returning any of the poor Vulcans’ calls and he’s getting worried.” Jim walked in and got a beer from the kitchen. 

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It’s been a while! I’m so sorry that I’ve been gone for so long - I know that there are plenty of peoples waiting for requests. Unfortunately, I’ve been totally stressed out with university work at the moment. I can’t guarantee that this is me coming back for good but I did want to upload something. Thank you to those of you who have stuck around despite the hiatus. This fic is absolutely my worst work. It’s been so long since I’ve written anything that the quality has just deteriorated. Plus, this was whipped up in about an hour. Too quick. Nonetheless, it’s something to read between revision for those of you who have deadlines rn. Thanks to @mel-in-my-head​ for the request, I’m sorry it deviated. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: can you do one where Peter Parker (CW) (if you don’t peter parker that is, if not Thor is fine) is really over protective of the reader like all the time, but the reader is 100% oblivious and one night the reader and him can’t sleep, so they go all movie marathon and they wake up to the avengers (and if you are doing peter,) aunt may finds them all cuddled up on the couch in the main room taking pics, and awing. sorry for this being long it’s my first request, I think, so yeah, thanks

‘Secrets’

“Is that…” You asked, holding up a hand. Peter looked up and around.
“Oh god, it is.”

You stared at him pointedly. “Run.”

Despite the hastiness with which you took off, you were still sopping wet by the time you reached the apartment building. Peter slammed the door shut behind you, panting. You doubled over breathlessly and laughed giddily. When you stood up straight again, you ran a hand through your hair and felt it completely drenched.
“Want to borrow a towel?” Peter laughed, holding out a hand in the direction of the stairwell.

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DON’T TELL MARY

Pairing: Frank Adler x Wife!Reader

Warnings/Triggers: language, smut, angry!mary, vomiting


You had woken up to the slight sound of arguing. Groaning, you peered, through one eye, over at the digital clock on the nightstand. The current time reading, 6:22 AM, which meant you only had a mere three hours of sleep.

Yawning, you peel the blanket from your body, standing to your feet. With blurred vision, you eyed your surroundings in search for the pair of pajama shorts that you carelessly threw off, before tiredly climbing into bed this morning. You finally found them tucked on the other side of your nightstand and slipped them on with ease.

Another yawn escaped your lips, as you made your way into the kitchen to see Frank, who was leaning against the kitchen counter. He was in the middle of chastising his seven year old niece, Mary, who is sulking at the tiny kitchen table.

“… and lower your voice, please. [Your Name] is trying to sleep.” You heard Frank tell Mary, as you made your appearance.

“Too late.” For the third time, you yawned, walking up to your husband of 2 ½ years, placing a chaste kiss on his bearded cheek.

“Babe,” he sighed heavily, “why aren’t you still asleep?”

“Well,” you eyed your husband and step-niece, “I heard you and Mary having a heated discussion. What’s going on?”

“See what you did?!” Frank scolded her over his shoulder, before turning back to you offering you a cup of coffee that he just made.

“I didn’t do anything.“ The blonde girl snapped at her uncle, before turning back to her soggy cereal.

You shook your head amused by this. This was a typical day in the Alder household. Only this time Mary was refusing to attend her first day of school. You and Frank had raised this little girl to the best of your ability, before you both decided it was best that she tried her hand at a normal school.

You grabbed the cup of hot caffeine from Frank’s grasp, trying not to gag at the pungent smell. Coffee, lately had not been sitting well with you for the past week. But you still accepted it, not wanting to raise alarming questions that you will soon have the answer to.

You made your way over to Mary, setting your cup next to her, and squatting to her level. “Mary, what’s wrong, sweetie?”

The seven year old turned her big blue eyes at you. “Can you please tell Frank that I don’t want to go to school?”

“And why don’t you want to go?” You ran your hand through her shoulder length blonde hair.

“Because,” she huffed, “I just I don’t want to. Can’t I stay home with you guys? I mean, who is going to take care of Fred?”

You looked at Frank, who looked at you over his shoulder and then went back to the task of making Mary’s lunch. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Mary,” you turned back to her, “listen to me, ok. Your uncle Frank and I think that school could be helpful to you. We think it’s time you make some friends your own age. I promise you, it won’t be as bad as you think.”

Again, she rolled her eyes and turned back to her cereal.

“Alright, Mary, let’s go.”

Mary angrily stood up for her chair, and grabbed her backpack. As she and Frank headed to the door, she stopped and turned back to you.

“If he offers to make you a special breakfast, don’t be fooled. It’s just cereal.” Mary said snippy, before Frank rushed her out of the house.

You giggled, now sitting in Mary’s unoccupied seat. You looked up at Frank, who mouthed ‘don’t laugh at her’, while giving you a wink and taking Mary out of the door.

“Have a good day, Mary.” You yelled right as the door slammed closed.

You sighed heavily, looking down at your untouched coffee and Mary’s and bowl cereal, and gagged at both. The smell was nauseating. You got up to the sink to wash the dishes left behind when your stomach rolled.

Before you could finish, you bolted to the tiny, cramped bathroom, throwing up last night’s dinner. Your stomach gave and gave until there was nothing left to give. When you were finally done, you rinsed your mouth out and headed back towards the kitchen just in time to hear your neighbor, Roberta, threaten your husband.

“Tell your husband to get it together. Good morning, Fred.” Roberta said, rolling her eyes and stormed out of your home.

O..k.” You whispered, looking over at your husband who was back to leaning on the counter. “Why was Roberta threatening you this time?”

“About letting Mommy go to school.” He said looking down at his feet and then back at you. “You think I made the right decision? Letting Mary go to school?”

You reached up to cup his face gently in your hands. “Of course I do. I didn’t know your sister, but some of things you have told me, she would have wanted this for Mary. For her to have an actual childhood.“

“Thank you.” He leaned forward and placed his mouth against yours in a slow, endearing kiss.

You sighed, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, as his arms gripped your waist. The kiss deepening, his tongue slowly caressing against yours.

You were the first to finally pull away, and he groaned in frustration.

“Why did you stop?” He whispered, kissing you again.

“Because,” you whispered, pulling away again, “you’re gonna be late for work.”

Another frustrated groan fell from his lips, as he shoved his face in your neck. “Fuck work. I don’t wanna go.”

You giggled softly at your husband’s barely audible words, keeping your arms wrapped around his neck. “Well, this sounds familiar. Like uncle, like niece, huh?”

He finally pulled back, his blue eyes glaring at you playfully. “I have social skills. It got you, didn’t it?” He joked, flinching as the back of your hand hit him in the gut.

“That’s rude.” You gave him a smirk.

“You love me.” He shrugged.

“Sometimes I wonder why.” You played with the hem of his white T-shirt, to pull him toward you.

“Because, you can’t resist me.” He came back willingly, boxing you in against the counter. He reached up to cup the back of your head, bringing your mouth to his and kissing you. Hard.

“Right.” You said in between kisses. “What did that girl call you at the bar the other night?” You nuzzled your face in his beard, running your hands underneath his t-shirt, feeling the bumps and grooves of his well-defined abs. “The quiet, damaged, hot guy?” You kissed his neck.

Another groan fell from his beautiful mouth. “Don’t start nothing if you aren’t gonna finish it.” His crystal blue eyes looked down at you.

“Who says I’m not gonna finish?” You whispered, reaching to unbuckle his belt.

And then it all happened in a blur. Frank brought your mouth back to his in another heated, searing kiss. All tongue and teeth. He hoisted you on the kitchen counter, and you parted your legs to let him in.

His lips trailed from your jawline to your neck, as your hands reached down to finish unbuckling his jeans. Once they were unzipped, they pooled to his ankles, and you could feel his erection straining against the black boxer briefs around his narrow hips.

He cupped your jaw, kissing your mouth fervently. You reached inside his briefs, and pulled out his hard cock, your tiny fist giving his girthy length a few strokes.

Fuck.” He grunted against your lips, his hands quickly grabbing onto your waist, and squeezing tightly.

“You like that, baby?” You whispered placing a kiss on his ear, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck. “You like my hand on your cock?”

God yes.” He strained.

After a few more tugs, he released his grip on your hips, and pushed your hand away from him. He then helped relieved you of your shirt, tossing it over his shoulder, and attaching his mouth to a puckered nipple. His other hand, reaching for your untouched breast, knead it desperately. His tongue swirled softly around your areola, before his teeth clamped gently down on your nipple.

You mewled, running your fingers through his dark hair, as your toes curled, feeling yourself becoming more aroused.

He began kissing your mouth again, this time helping you out of your shorts and panties, and his fingers instantly finding its way through your wet folds. His index finger circled around your clit, as his middle finger dipped inside, spreading your wetness around.

You gasped into his mouth, his deftly fingers playing you like violin. His middle finger still pumping in and out of you, while his index rubbed slow, tight circles.

Shit.” You muttered, feeling your body start to shake.

“You close, baby girl?” He questioned, rubbing just a bit faster.

You nodded, unable to form words, while pulling your arm tighter around his neck, feeling that coil in your belly threatening to explode.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He whispered in your ear, continuing his ministrations.

As you were just on the cusp of that mind shattering orgasm, he immediately pulled back. Gripping your hips, he didn’t miss a beat, impaling you on his cock, deliciously stretching your body to its limit.

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to this intrusion, as he cupped your jaw.

“Look at me, baby.” He commanded, and you did what he said, staring at him with a hazy vision. He kissed your open mouth, once, then twice, and he slowly started to move his hips.

As he continued to kiss you, he steadily pounded in and out of your core, hitting that spot that only he could. You wrapped your leg around his waist and held on for dear life.

Nothing but the sound of your labored breathing, skin slapping, and whispered “I love yous” could be heard in the unusually quiet kitchen. And before you knew it that coil in your lower belly begin to tighten again.

“You almost there, baby?” He questioned, pistoning his hips a little harder. Every time his pelvis hit your clit that coil tightened a little more, your pussy starting to spasm. “Fuck, yeah you are. I can feel you, fuck, so tight and wet.”

He thrusted into you once more and you screamed his name, your body shaking and convulsing, as your orgasm tore through you like a fucking tornado. He then gave two more hard thrust, his hips stilled and you felt his warmth flooding you.

“I can’t feel my legs right now.” After a couple seconds of silence, you finally mutter. You were breathing hard, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Frank chuckled softly, also trying to catch his breath. He kissed you softly, before slowly pulling out of you, and you whimpered at the sudden loss.

You watched through hazy vision, as your husband tucked his now soft dick back into his underwear, and then pulling up his jeans, but not zippening them.

He then reached down to the floor and picked up your discarded shirt, and helped you back into it.

You let out a little giggle, and he looked back at you, hands on his hips and a smirk on his face. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re definitely late for work now.”

He laughed, stepping in between your legs, grabbing your jaw with one hand. “Totally fucking worth it though.” He popped a kiss on your lips.

“Totally fucking Worth it.“ You agreed, leaning into kiss him again.

As your kiss deepened, Frank caught you off guard, grabbing you by the waist. You squealed as he lifted you from the counter, taking you into your shared bedroom, and dropping you on your unmade bed.

He slowly crawled up your body, leaning over you, and dropped another kiss on your lips, making sure to keep his weight off of you.

“Does this mean you’re playing hooky and staying in bed with me all day?” You shoved your hand underneath his T-shirt running your fingers up and down his smooth back.

He dropped another kiss on you and then smiled. “Just don’t tell Mary.“ He kissed you again.

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” You giggled, pulling your husband’s mouth down to yours in a searing kiss.

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Hiddlesweek Day 3: Favourite Red Carpet Event: BAFTAs 2012 

or the year he snogged Miss Piggy, spoilt the Avengers, and brought tomato soup to a freezing reporter.

Imagine breaking up with Chris.

A/N: Just wanted to test my limits as a writer and write some angst. 

You sat outside Chris’ house in a cab, terrified to go inside. The air inside had been thick with an impending tragedy since the morning; though the inhabitants could sense it, neither were ready to face it. Up until a few days ago, you’d never imagine you’d associate the feelings of fear and angst with Chris. It was unbeknownst to you, how a man you swore you saw the rest of your life with could bring forth such unwanted emotions. He was a good man, one of the best people you’d ever encounter in your lifetime. What you felt had nothing to do with him as a person; it wasn’t a reflection of your time together; and it didn’t tarnish the good feelings and wonderful memories you’d procured over three years. There was no explanation as to why a relationship everyone had expected to make all the way to a pretty white chapel was coming to an end. Sometimes things just didn’t work out, sometimes two people weren’t meant to be together despite how perfect they seemed for each other. It was unfair, but that was the odious reality.

Earlier, at 7:48PM, when Chris returned home from the gym to find his house without your presence, he knew you were attempting to prolong your workday in order to avoid the confrontation. He, too, wanted to avoid it; of all the things he’d give to be as far from it, his privacy was one of them. As he waited for your inevitable return, he’d found himself wishing he was on a press tour because he’d rather be with invasive journalists than in the same house with the girl he loved but had no future with. He felt terrible when he realized it was relief surging through him when he walked in to see you hadn’t returned from work yet. He didn’t understand what went wrong, he was so sure you’d been on the same path as him. And why wouldn’t he have been? You’d always been adamant about what you wanted in a relationship; how marriage and kids were part of your eventual plan. You told him when you first met him at twenty-three that twenty-six was the golden age for all of that. So why was it that when he asked you to marry him three days ago, you hesitated.

The diamond ring felt heavy on your finger as you lifted your left hand to grab your change from the cab driver. You got out of the cab and watched it drive away before you took carefully measured steps towards the front door. You felt like a soldier cautiously approaching the enemy’s base. Even with your guard up, you weren’t ready for the battle awaiting you. Your hands were as cold as the metal key you pulled out from your bag; your stomach twisted and turned like the mechanisms in the lock; and your heart skipped a beat that would’ve been as loud as the click when you successfully unlocked the front door. With a deep breath, you quietly pushed open the door and walked into the house.

Like every other night when you returned home from work, Dodger was waiting for you. However, tonight, his tail wasn’t wagging. It was almost as though he knew this was the last time he was going to get to welcome you home and it broke your heart to see his furry face so heavy with sadness. You slipped off your heels, scanning the vicinity for Chris as you gave Dodger’s head a quick pat. The house was unusually quiet, for you to come home to silence when Chris wasn’t working wasn’t something you were used to. He always had something going, whether it was the TV or music. He was definitely home because his car was in the driveway, so where was he? You wandered further into the house, turning to look down the hallway where the master bedroom waited at the end.

“Hey.”

Your whole body flinched when you heard his voice. You turned and found him sitting in the dimly lit kitchen with a beer in his hand. He managed a small smile which you mirrored before dropping your gaze to the ground. You felt numb as your heart ached in your chest. You didn’t want to do this, you didn’t want to lose him. What was your life going to be like without him in it? What kind of misery were you going to suffer if you saw him with someone else? You didn’t want to think about it, but you had to. You were being selfish if you didn’t. You weren’t ready to live the life he wanted and if you forced yourself into it, it would only end in divorce. Right now, you weren’t married and you didn’t have kids; the collateral damage would be less if you left now.

“We need to talk, don’t we?” You asked in a voice so soft and feeble neither recognized it.

Chris’ heart ached hearing how the relationship had reduced you. Did he do that? Did he turn the strongest person he knew weak? He could feel how lost you were when he asked you to marry him. That pause you took before you utter the word “yes,” told him everything he needed to know. You didn’t say yes for yourself, you said it because of him. You loved him enough to help move his plans forward, even if that meant derailing your own. But that kind of love wasn’t going to last forever, he couldn’t have you resent him in the future because you didn’t do what was right for yourself. You were going to be better off with someone else, someone who had a plan similar to yours. The timing wasn’t right, and that was the awful thing about love- it was all about the timing. He loved you deeply and if it were his choice, he’d spend the rest of his life with you. But it wasn’t, so if you wanted to go- he was going to let you go.

“Yeah,” he felt himself nod.

There was a long, painfully deafening pause. You looked up from your feet and met his gaze; both simultaneously teared up. “Can we not?” You asked, trying your utmost best not to break down and cry. He didn’t need to see you cry; likewise, you didn’t need to see him cry.

“Yeah,” he felt himself nod again. “Have you had dinner?” He asked and you shook your head. “You good with spaghetti?” He asked and you nodded. It was like you couldn’t speak because you knew if you did, your voice would shake and you’d break down crying. “I made it while I was waiting for you, I was hoping we could have dinner together.” It was unsaid: “for the last time,” but it was there.

You sat in the bar stool adjacent to his and brushed your thumb over the diamond ring that wouldn’t be there in the morning while he plated. Neither really saw the point of pretending like you had an appetite, but it was a charade that helped slow the painful realization that it was over from reaching your hearts. “Thanks,” you mumbled when Chris placed a plate of spaghetti down in front of you. He placed his down in front of him then grabbed cutlery to distribute between the two of you before taking his seat.

The two of you managed a few mouthfuls- Chris one more than you, before reducing to just poking at the food. Chris didn’t know what to say. This was easily one of the hardest breakups he’d ever endured, mainly because he was so sure about you being the one. What if he offered to wait? Would you stay if he took back his proposal until you were ready? He couldn’t lose you, just the idea of waking up tomorrow to find that ring on your bedside table and his house emptied of your things stopped him from breathing.

“If I take it back,” Chris began and you looked up from your plate, “will you stay?” Your eyes quickly filled with tears, falling over the edge and rolling down your cheeks. Chris started to weep himself, “if you’re not ready to get married, I can take it back.” His tone was started to get frantic because he was afraid he’d never see you again after tonight. “We don’t have to get married, okay? I don’t need to have kids right now, I can wait. Please just-” He reached across and caressed your face in his hand. “Don’t quit me, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to,” you admitted as you started to cry. “I don’t want to, Chris.” You wrapped your hand around his wrist and he got off his chair to wrap you into a tight hug. He could tell from your tone that you’d made a decision he couldn’t sway you from. “But I might never be ready.” He closed his eyes, squeezing the tears from his corners as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “I’m so sorry.” It was over, there was nothing up for negotiation; what was shattered was unfixable. You weren’t the girl for him, the run was over.

“Me too,” he whispered into your hair then drew back, brushing your tears with the back of his hand. “Will you at least stay the night? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight,” he admitted, earning a nod from you. “No,” he shook his head when he saw you’d started to take off the engagement ring he’d bought for you. “That’s- I got it because I believed it belonged on your finger.” You left it, getting to your feet and wrapping both arms tight around his neck. You started to sob the second he hugged you back. “It’s okay, we’re going to be okay.”

“I love you so much, Chris,” you choked out, cupping his face in your hands.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he managed a smile through his tears. “I just wish that wasn’t the only thing we had in common.” You buried your face back in his chest, hugging him tightly. “Promise me something,” he began then continued when he felt you nod, “don’t settle for less than you deserve.”

“Only if you promise me the same thing.”

That night, you slept in Chris’ arms for the last time. And in the morning, before the sun reached its peak, you pressed a soft goodbye kiss on his lips. You slipped downstairs and kissed Dodger goodbye too before leaving the house you’d called a home for two years. Your things would be retrieved later, on a day he’d promised he wouldn’t be home for. You hoped he’d keep to his promise after he woke and saw what you’d left on his bedside table.

Chris woke a few minutes after your cab pulled out of his driveway. “Y/N?” He rubbed his bleary eyes as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Y/N, are you-” He was cut off by the glistened of your diamond ring, sitting on top of a small notecard; they patiently waited for his attention. He had expected this, but he was still unprepared. His tired, puffy eyes started to weep again when he saw that one simple word in your handwriting: “Goodbye.”

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Monthly Fic Rec July (x)

“I lied when I got my job.

I told them I had a kid so I could leave early ‘to pick him up from day care’, to take him to doctors appointments and occasionally miss a day 'when he’s sick’. Long story short – I’m in too deep. I didn’t think this through.

Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy aged 4 to 6 with curly hair who plays soccer, essentially he has to look like the stock photo in the frame on my desk. Also must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advanced for someone his age. He also needs to respond to 'my Little Picasso’ as that’s what my spouse and I call him. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my spouse when dropping him off. His name is James, he’s named after his grandpa and he’s a defense attorney who often brings his work home.

You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only. H.”

The one where Louis is a barista and Harry is the hot dude that comes in every day and does nothing except sit in the corner, writing in his notebook, all day long. But what Louis learns when he sneaks a peek inside the notebook changes everything. 

Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they’re all getting sued. 

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him. 

Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren’t supposed to be friends.

But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.

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Imagine making up with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B 😊 Isn’t it good to see a smiling Chris gif again? Ah, it’s good to be back with the sunshine and rainbows. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A’)

“Y/N,” you heard your name over the PA and looked up from your air ticket. “Paging Y/N Y/L/N, please make your way to ‘Gate 43’. This is your final call, 'Delta 1554’ to Atlanta, Georgia will be leaving momentarily. Please make your way to 'Gate 43’ immediately, thank you.”

It was your final call- your final chance to get on the plane to go see Chris and apologize, so why were you still stuck frozen to the plastic seat? You should’ve been jumping up, rushing to the gate so you could go to the love of your life and make things right. But no, you were doing the opposite and you didn’t know why. Well, at least you thought you didn’t. You had the answer to your question, just once again too afraid to admit it. You used excuses instead, convincing yourself it was school and work preventing you from getting on that plane. “You have responsibilities, Y/N,” you’d say to yourself, knowing very well your responsibility to Chris was much more important.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and like the voice from the PA promised, your flight left without you. You stuffed your ticket into your pocket and rose to your feet, enfolding your trench coat around your body as you tied the belt tight around your waist. With your clutch under your arm and your hands in your silk pockets, you made your way to the exit. It was 12:48AM; you’d been sitting at the airport for almost six hours and it was starting to look weird. You thought about going home, but you knew Ava would want to talk to you about the events that had transpired earlier than night; a talk you weren’t ready for. You could’ve gone to your parents’ place, but they were definitely going to question you; the same problem would arise if you went to your older brother’s apartment. All you wanted right now was to be alone, to sit and cry alone. A place you knew you could do that was Chris’ place, so you got into a cab and headed to the last place anyone expected you to go to.

“Y/N,” Chris called out to you and you turned.

You swore you thought you were dreaming when you saw him, you had to pinch yourself because there was no way he’d risk his job to come see your irrational and stupid ass. You pulled your ice cold hands out of your pockets, the air ticket you didn’t use still glued to your right hand. Chris started to make his way over to you with hesitant and careful steps, afraid you were an illusion that would disappear if he got too close. It was insane, the two of you were living out a freaking Hollywood movie. You felt your lips part as words tried to force their way out of your throat; an apology, but you were speechless. All you could do was let him hug you and you hug him in return. A gush of relief flooded your body and you started to cry, grabbing fistfuls of his coat.

“I am so, so sorry,” you both said simultaneously; the hold you had on each other tightening.

You felt him take a deep breath and realized he was breathing you in, reminding himself of the scent he’d been missing for the past two months. He didn’t realize how badly he’d missed you until he had you in his arms; thoughts were even had about quitting his job and retiring so he could be with you. That was how sure he was about you, and how in-love he was with you. You would’ve never let him because not only did you know his career was incredibly important to him, you had faith he was going to be a big Hollywood legend. That was how sure you were about him, and how in-love you were with him. Miscommunication and dishonesty aside, the two of you were perfect for each other.

“I am such a fucking idiot,” you choked out and Chris chuckled with limited humor, disagreeing with you with a shake of his head. “No, I am,” you wanted to pull away to look him in the eyes, but you couldn’t. His arms were so warm and comforting, so full of love and relief; you’d missed those arms. “I should’ve talked to you- I should’ve…” You trailed off because should’ve, would’ve, could’ve. “I’m sorry, Chris.”

“Hey, stop.” He gently pushed you away by the shoulders and cupped your face in his hands, working his thumbs to brush the tears from your face. It was a mess with your makeup running, but you still looked beautiful to him. “I’m sorry, okay? I said some stupid and hurtful things and- I love you,” he asserted and you smiled. “I love you so much, Y/N. So damn much,” he emphasized as tears started to well in his eyes.

“I wanted to fly to you,” you told him, showing him the ticket that had crumpled in your hand. He chuckled as he took it from you, examining the date. “I bought the ticket and I sat in the airport, but I couldn’t bring myself to get on the plane. I was too afraid you’d turn me away,” you admitted in sheepish voice when his facials prompted an explanation from you. “I got all dressed up for nothing,” you managed a light laugh and Chris smiled, kissing your forehead. “I figured you’d hate me less if I showed up in your favorite dress.”

“Baby,” he chuckled softly as he hands dropped to your waist, pulling your body flush against yours. “I could never, ever hate you.” One hand caressed your face as he dipped his head, kissing your lips tenderly. Your arms snaked around his lower back and you smiled against his lips; lips you thought you’d never get to kiss again. “You are the love of my life,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“And you are the love of mine,” you whispered back. “I am so sorry, Chris,” you told him again and he chuckled, rubbing small circles into your cheek and hipbone. “I am never, ever going to do anything so fucking stupid again. I’m never going to keep anything from you ever again. I’m going to talk so much, you’re going to want me to sew my mouth shut.” He laughed, pecking your lips again. “I love you,” you chuckled softly.

“I’ve missed you,” he smiled with eyes filled with adoration. “The past five days have been utter hell, sweetheart.” You chuckled and nodded in agreement. “I have so much to tell you that- we’re not going to get to do anything naughty before I have to head back to Atlanta.” You laughed and he smiled; he’d missed that too. “And believe me, naughty things are all I want to do right now. You know what this dress does to me,” he winked and you bit back your smile. “Honestly,” he chuckled and pulled you back in for a tight hug, “it’s just good to see your face.”

“Likewise, Captain,” you hugged him tightly too, closing your eyes and breathing him in. “Likewise.”

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Epilogue (I can’t wait for y’all to read the epilogue. I think this epilogue consist of my favorite moment between them so far.)

Why I love Superman and Wonder Woman.

Why do you like them? But they are not supposed to be together. They have traditional love interests. Why are you supporting this relationship? It’s sexist. It’s boring and predictable. They are too alike. They too different.

Well look here, first of all I don’t need anyone’s approval to care for what I respond to in fiction. I like what I like because I am me. I am not you. You don’t even have to agree with me. That’s okay. We can all like what we like. What I don’t appreciate is  people telling me what I should like. Or calling me sexist. I am a female fan and never in all my life have I ever been accused of that. I mean, what the hell? People don’t know my upbringing, my culture, my experience and therefore can’t dictate what should emotionally move me. So yes I flew in the face of tradition and went with this pairing. And that word tradition? It’s important but we never should be a slave to it. If we all stuck to tradition for the sake of it, we’d never have progressed and art and literature would never push boundaries and encourage us to grow and think. We’d blindly accept what we’re fed. 

I never shipped before. Never. I liked romance. But never got too caught up in the details to wonder about the characters and what drove them and how they might evolve and the untold stories. But this one hooked me. Hooked me maybe when I was not even shipping. As a  young girl I saw Lynda Carter’s Diana and fell in love with her and what she could do. Steve Trevor? All I recall was finding him as a kid  kinda yucky. Hey, I was 7. Those things did not really matter to me back then.  I fell for Wonder Woman when she was without a love interest and the same happened when I picked up her in comics. She had no official love interest. Steve having been aged to an older type brother with Etta as his love interest and funnily enough he was really likable. Superman…well I liked the movie. Margot’s Lois, well, she was there. I can’t recall feeling anything strongly for her but again I was a kid. Reeve made the impression. Handsome and heroic. 

Anyway I think Superman and Wonder Woman sort of got into my subconscious starting with the Super Friends. A more innocent time and simple story telling but I really liked when they teamed up and helped each other out. Was cool when I went onto the playground…I was saving people with the boys when we all played heroes. I wasn’t waiting for them to pretend save me. 

I had liked Lois and Clark the TV series but it did not make me ship. Dean and Teri were probably the only Lois and Clark I rooted for because they were Dean and Teri, two very charming actors in a show that was a fun rom com and one that did not really explore the concept of Superman. You can’t have a good Superman story without exploring Superman I believe. If one just wants Clark don’t give him powers or a mission to better the world. You can’t ignore one for the other and I won’t get into the ethics of journalism and what real truth and accountability should entail. That will take me off on a tangent.But it matters. You can’t say you’re for truth or good journalism when you conveniently skip over the very things that defines them. Anyway Kingdom Come pretty much made me reevaluate the way I saw superheroes. Really question the motivations and the actions of heroes and finally see that they could be flawed and yet still heroic. And see things we never saw, like them facing their mortality and falling down and picking themselves up. Just like us. Really asking genuine questions instead of glossing over themes of morality, truth, sacrifice, heroism, aging, mortality, leadership, responsibility etc to preserve the status quo .  

I went and picked up comics because of this graphic novel. I learned more about the heroes as individuals. I grew to love and respect them both. And I started to fall in love with them as a couple even when they were not a couple. Kingdom Come was about the potential but their canon relationship of close friends with some unresolved tension was the foundation.

A relationship could never be seen as predictable if you have no clue what will happen. Even the SM/WW detractors do not know what will happen but we all sort of know the endgame and been on a lot of journeys with the traditional love interests. So those are predictable. Does not make the fact we had many journeys better as well. Another journey and story could very well be just as interesting and if new, even riper for a creative mind to explore. So no, they are not predictable. 

There is nothing sexist about two strong, capable and intelligent individuals working together. If they are in a relationship…it simply brings in a new dynamic of intimacy that you would not get if, say Batman teamed up with Superman. But nonetheless it is a team up of equals. And for those who want to keep Diana out of the book because, according to them, it harms her? Seems to me that is saying there is little faith in her to be able to stand as Clark’s equal. If you want to prove a woman is as capable as a man, then you give her the equal treatment. You don’t avoid the situation. You don’t keep her out of the book. That’s an admission of failure or trying to shield her from being challenged. And a good writer has to step up to the challenge. No longer does Superman get to be the man. The alpha male who saves the day. The writer has to dig deep and actually write a relationship of equals now between a man and woman, who can hold her own, as there is no major discrepancy in their power sets where one has to logically stand by while the other saves. If they were both street level it really makes no difference. They are equals in terms of what they could do, ie their training and experience. Strength is a factor when it comes to the foes created so they can have credible threats or the power set they display. But, again, it does not define their morality. So as a superwonder fan I did not match them up because they are just strong. That’s a misconception spread by detractors who don’t understand the characters. You give them powerful foes because they were created as powerful heroes. No writer has to jump through hoops to make Diana his equal ie giving her convenient powers or making her a plot device to drive the plot to give him a motivation. She was actually created to be his equal because Marston knew there was a genuine need for a strong example of female empowerment. She is an equal in the solving of a problem and dealing with a menace. 

There are some writers who are comfortable with having one hero being the savior and then they compensate for his/her doing the saving by making the love interest somehow indispensable to the character’s maturity, morality and even heroism. I don’t subscribe to that. No love interest should define any hero’s motivation and morality. To say that one person alone is why they care is totally against the reason why these two characters were created. It’s simply pandering. If anyone came and told me Diana needs Steve and Steve alone to value humanity, or he alone somehow is the best of humanity,  I will say NO. Just No. Similarly Clark’s goodness and empathy for his adopted planet is not reliant on one person. Both Clark and Diana have met and interacted with many good people, human and non human. All of these people, along with their upbringing, should help contribute to them becoming the people they are. And with that is the choices they make. One reason I love them is because it has been made clear in previous canon and the new 52 these two would put the world first. It is not about themselves.  To make it about one’s self/ love interest  makes the hero a  weak character. With or without each other they should be able to be heroes and appreciate life. Life is not defined by the life span of one person. They are both characters with longevity. They were created/evolved over the decades that way. To ignore this is to ignore what they are. Maybe this is why in so many Elseworlds Superman runs away, hides, quits or goes evil when life tosses him a curve ball because one love interest is not around. Writers do a disservice to any character when they make it about one person. We wouldn’t expect Lois or Steve’s goodness to be defined whether Clark or Diana lives or dies, would we? I would hope not. They supposed to be individuals in their own right who are brave and good at what they do. Love interests can provide love and companionship etc but certainly all characters, be they heroes or supporting cast, should never be crippled because they can’t romance x or y. 

Diana also challenges Clark. It maybe that it brings a difference of opinion as in Kingdom Come or Sacrifice or The New Frontier or even my favorite JL A League of One…but behind it all is the goal to help save the world. In Doomed she was having none of his let me save you. She would stand with him. Even race him to it. She also takes away that guilt and burden he normally would feel when he has to leave. When they part, it’s to have trust and faith in the other to do the job they know they have to do. She does what needs to be done too. In Doomed Diana was in tears but she had the guts to slay the man she loved to save the world if he turned into a monster. Now that takes so much damn courage and he knew she would do it too. He trusted her to put the world first on so many occasions. When they blew up the nuclear plant to stop Zod and Mongul, they sacrificed themselves, their budding love for the greater good. Clark and Diana cares for the world. Anyone saying they would betray it or their principles I believe does not get who they are and clearly not reading the books. Their love strengthens their resolve and they learning they are  better together.

And challenging is what characters need to grow. To look at things from a different point of view. Be it Clark’s grounded upbringing to Diana’s royal one. They have the same goals in life but different up-bringing. And these contrasts are rich for story telling. Diana, adapting to our world, is always learning too and Clark can provide an insight into the humdrum of everyday life. Does not mean he is teaching her how to act, any more than if he came to live on her island and learn about her culture and her ways.  Every character needs to learn and grow. If any writer has a character so mary sued he/she needs to learn nothing…well there is not point in telling a story about their journey. And if you are a couple, you learn compromise and learning to be together, and at times it can be scary or intimidating. Giving and taking in a relationship is not an affront to feminism. A relationship of equals is about reciprocation.  Soule did this to great effect in Power Couple Vol 1.

They both can truly empathize with what the other has to deal with. They both on some level feel a loneliness due to the fact that they are different.  He is an alien , who hides the truth about himself. The whole world is not enamored with him. That’s got more pathos than everyone suddenly accepting this guy to police them over night. He has to work for their trust.  She is a demi goddess whose birth was a shameful secret and now is  part of a dysfunctional family. Some fans accuse us of pairing up two people only because they are good looking and wear matching colors. Well, first of all I never knew any of their traditional love interests to be plain or even set up as underdogs. If anything the underdogs were always Clark Kent and Diana Prince. They struggled to get the attention of the object of their desire over the years, who were often seen a beautiful and glamorous and handsome and heroic and the best at what they could do. So let us debunk that notion Clark and Diana have it easy as individuals or  as a couple and their traditional love interests had it hard. 

We can all have a ton of friends but it doesn’t mean we will find that one person to love, who will understand what drives us or makes us fearful or understands what it means to feel different.  Their friendship in old canon showed how often they turned to each other to find intellectual and emotional comfort by venting and sharing. It must feel different to have someone you come home to and you tell them about a battle or the people you lost in a battle…they know. They know how that feels. The burdens and the weight of being an inspiration and leadership. They can understand  because they walked in those shoes. And there was never any conditions to their friendship and even now their love. She did not care for him because of what she could get or vice versa. For me, it is so refreshing to read a relationship that is not reliant on the cliched will they/won’t they troupe and one that  is not dysfunctional. Sure they learning and sure they’ll make mistakes…no one is perfect…but I love that both are fairly open and optimistic characters and we  seeing them humanized via this relationship.

For far too often we have been inundated with bad boy/good girl dynamics in media, be it the cad or the moody, damaged soul.  The noble, good man with no psychological hangups is considered by some as boring. And it is commonly the woman who has to fix the damage. Put up with what is essentially BS. And her reward?She gets to sleep with him, he wins her. Oh yay. I eye roll here. I am tired of that. It is a lazy troupe. It is a poor message to send to girls and boys. It goes both ways too. I don’t subscribe to a female character treating a male like crap and then the male gets her as some prize when she finally opens her eyes to see what was always before her. You should be with someone who treats you right. Someone who respects you. Someone who does not abuse you emotionally. Someone who wants to be with you. I could go on and on and if you’re really against sexism, then no way should anyone charge or label  Superman and Wonder Woman as that. He treats her with respect. Loves her. Admires her strength. Diana values him for who he is. She always saw past the glasses. Now and even back then. He always trusted her with his secret. Real love is based on truth, trust and faith. Not dysfunctional and unhealthy dynamics no person would want for themselves or someone they care about. As a confident Amazon, raised to know her worth, who is compassionate, Diana being attracted to Clark makes so much sense. She would be drawn to this man than any other. This noble, grounded, humble man who uses his gifts for good. He is such a contrast to the power hungry Gods of Olympus. She fights for peace, well here is a man who understands the value of that and opts for justice, not vengeance . And sure she could reach out to damage souls but she does not have to sleep with them to do it. (So this is why I never shipped her with moody mission obsessed Batman. No to Orion as well. Friends for sure who she can help but not as  lovers.)  Clark would be drawn to her courage, compassion and her truthfulness and the fresh, honest eyes she would have as a newcomer looking at our world. That she could easily keep up with him and even kick his ass would more than well be a source of fascination. Diana has so many burdens as well. Princess, at times Ambassador and now God of War; how nice to have a companion who is not a jerk or needy. One who is proud to be with you. He learned  from her self acceptance and that he does not need anyone’s approval to be with her. That being open can be uplifting.  And she loves the beard!

I could go on and on, but for me, these two characters hold so much fascination. I hope DC do not end them any time soon. Give them their time this canon.  Some of of us who shipped before have waited years. We saw the potential. Those who came on board now came on board because THIS did the job with them,despite what comics and live media presented. So it’s not as if we did not have a choice. We did. We just prefer this. There is great potential to go beyond the stories we are accustomed to seeing because one couldn’t have Superman or Wonder Woman’s world change too much if something as simple as time was allowed to play out. It was sort of stuck in amber  yet it was making these broad statements about the characters morality/ heroism without any real, deep examination of what challenges they would face over time. Now I think we can push the envelope to explore other themes. And since the new 52 Clark and Diana have constantly been tested.

It doesn’t hurt  Clark/Diana represent the zeitgeist and they inspire so many people in the real world. They’ve opened up channels among fans. So many diverse fans too. Different ages, gender, orientation, races…all mainly very open minded people. We are grateful to DC for being brave and exploring it.. End if the day it’s fiction and it may not last forever. But it won’t stop  me from loving it. I was into it before and most likely be into it after it’s gone. It’s nice to have it and say it is official. Nice to open up the books and read this superwonderful relationship unfolding and not have other disgruntled fans tell you you’re being stupid to ship something that will never be. And you know I have seen so many  positive  things as a result of the coupling being a joint admin for the hellyeahsupermanandwonderwoman blog.  Fans feel encouraged to be true to themselves; to reach and fulfill their own potential and be good to others. To be a Superman, to be a Wonder Woman. It’s basically empowering yourself, whether you find your Superman or Wonder Woman is a bonus. You live up to your vast potential. That is a good message I think for anyone. 

Request: Imagine based on Don’t Let Me Be Yours by Zara Larsson

Here’s the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLo7UibsTSs

Warning: SMUT

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“I’m super shitty,” you told your friend as the two of you danced together in the middle of the SAMCRO clubhouse.

The two of you giggled as you headed over to the bar to get two more drinks from the prospect tending it. “You gonna hook up with blondie again?” your friend asked, taking a sip of her bourbon.

“He has a name,” you told her, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, HE does,” Jax said, sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. Your friend shook her head as you took his hand and followed him to the pool table.

“Watch me kick his ass, and then you and I can have a match in my apartment,” Jax said, smirking as he kissed you roughly, telling you that he was a bit tipsy himself. This is where you two found yourself any time you both showed up at the same party, together.

You nodded, biting your lip as he pulled away to go play Tig in a game of pool. You grabbed another beer and set back on a chair to enjoy the game and anticipate the after party.

Jax won of course, and he wasted no time coming over to you, pulling you up off of your seat, leading you back to his apartment.

His lips found yours as soon as he shut the door, locking it behind him. Your tongues fought each other as he pushed you up against the wall, yanking his shirt off in the process. Your hands roamed his toned body before tangling in his hair. You gave his hair a tug, inducing a moan from him as he pulled away from you, removing your shirt too.

The two of you locked eyes, taking each other in for a bit before continuing, Jax bringing his lips back to yours, ripping your bra off. You silently cursed him for that, but you didn’t stop as you yanked his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, leaving him in nothing and you in just your panties. “God you’re perfect,” he mumbled before tossing you on the bed and smirking as his eyes roamed your body hungrily.

He gripped each side of your panties, you lifting your hips to help him pull them down. His mouth immediately found you core, lapping up all of the juices that had already formed. You groaned, putting your hands in his hair urging him to continue. You whined when he stopped. “Not yet, baby,” he ordered, climbing on top of you.

He positioned himself at your center before entering you slowly. His thrusts were slow, and the two of you maintained eye contact as he thrusted. “I love you,” he told you. He said this a lot, always during sex, and you never responded because he was drunk, and you knew he didn’t mean it. But this time shook you, the way he looked you dead in the eye as he said it. You didn’t answer. Instead, you buried your head in his chest as he continued to thrust in and out until both of you met your release.

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You typically would have left right after he passed out, but you didn’t this time. It was early in the morning, and you were sitting in a chair in his apartment in one of his t-shirts, looking at him while he slept. You shook your head as you thought about everything; the hooking up multiple times, the ‘I love yous’, and him.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a groan. “Hung over?” you asked, laughing as you handed him a glass of water and two Excedrin.

“Thanks darlin’,” he replied, taking the pills graciously, “I wasn’t expectin’ you to be here.”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting on the bed next to him, “Just wanted to see if we could be around each other without booze and sex.”

He looked at you confused before you continued, “We’ve been hooking up for a while now Jax, and I just feel like there’s more there. I mean, I could just be being stupid. Forget it.” As you said this, you began gathering your things from around his room.

“Y/N,” Jax said, but you didn’t stop until he grabbed your arm. “Hey, listen to me for a damn second.” You looked up at him, with all of your clothes in your hand. He took them from you, throwing them on the floor. “I like you in my shirt just fine, darlin’,” he said, “Yeah, I think there’s somethin’ here too.” You smiled as he kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly.

“Baby girl come here for a second.” you hear your boyfriend call from the living room where he’s sitting with his friend Jin “Ok. what do you want I’m busy trying to make dinner.” You stomp into the living room in the attire you thought company wouldn’t have to see which is only one of Namjoons shirts that fit largely on your frame and a pair of lacey black underwear. His shirt large enough to hide the fact you don’t got shorts. “Princess. Don’t talk to me like that. I was just going to tell you that Jin here is curious about the pretty little lady I told him I was dating you know we’re busy all the time so he never actually had the chance to meet you. Say your sorry and come here" he glared at you with his eyebrow raised and patted his lap. You walked forward towards the slender man across from your boyfriend “I am sorry.” turned around you settled yourself onto Namjoons lap wiggling your butt shifting your shirt up just so unintentionally showing your boyfriend you don’t have an shorts on. You nuzzle your face into the side of his neck whispering so only he could hear you “I’m sorry Daddy. I’ve been a bad girl. Please don’t punish me.” You felt his jaw clench tightly as he paused his conversation just long enough to shift you so you where sitting in such a way his member rested between your asscheeks and his right hand resting on the side of your ass. “So Princess. Tell Jin here your name.” You gave a shy smile and continued to do as he said “Hi. I’m y/n. thank you for taking such good care of this handful right here” you say giving Namjoons chest a small pat. You felt a tight squeeze. “Nice to meet you y/N. He has told me so much about you it’s finally nice to be able to meet you” he said with a polite smile. Namjoon adjusts his hops just so that he grinds into your ass once causing you to take a sharp breath. You knew you were going to be in for some hell. You rest your foot on the floor and begin to shake your leg impatiently knowing how long he plans on talking to his friend. With your body harshly moving from your leg shaking you barely noticed Namjoons small hip thrusts that would be almost unnoticeable unless you were paying serious attention to our laps. The devilish man under you continued to talk to Jin not missing a beat, the man across from you utterly clueless as to the evens unfolding in front of him. You feel Namjoons dick harden between your asscheeks causing a small trickle of warmth to spill between your legs.You lean your head back still shaking your leg not wanting these small thrusts to stop you turn your face to his neck breathing against his neck “Daddy” He stops hearing you call him by that name. You stop shaking your leg and begin to stand up. “I’m gonna go finish dinner. ill make a plate for Jin too.” You walk into the kitchen hearing Namjoons behind you telling him he’ll be right back with 2 beers. You feel him shove you against the fridge by your neck squeezing just enough that you take your bottom lip in your teeth. he leans forward and gives your neck one soft teasing bite before his hot breath tickles your ear “Stop playing games with Daddy just because he has company kitten. How dare you not have shorts on with Daddies friend sees your precious sweet treats that belong solely to me.” He turns you just enough that your ass is out towards him. he grips your cheeks between his hands and falls quickly to his knees liking the view he licks a long stop from your hit core to unexplored hole. He moved your unwear to the side just enough that he can swirl his tongue against your untouched heat. You gasp softly unexpectedly shoving your hips back against his tongue. He stands up pulling your hair “Be good kitten. Don’t make me punish you” He grabs 2 beers waking out of the kitchen leaving your fingers to quickly dip below your panty line and feel the warmth pooling at the bottom of your underwear. You finish up dinner “Dinner is ready” you say as you walk out with the boys plates you lean down to put Jins plate in front of him. As you leaned I’ve the front of the shirt bagging out slightly exposing your black lacey underwear. You gave Namjoons his plate and set yours down next to it as he grabbed you roughly by the waist pulled you back down onto his lap whispering into the back of your neck. “I saw that kitten. So did Daddies friend I saw it. He licked his lips like a greedy kid seeing my treats. After dinner I’m sending him home and you are fucked Princess.” You ate in silence as the boys happily carried on with their conversation “Hey man. I’m sorry in gonna head to bed I’m still kinda worn out from the tour.” Jin smiled and agreed shaking hands with the sexual devil you call a boyfriend.“ as soon as Jin walked out he shoved you off his lap and bent you over the couch exposing your ass. “What was that kitten? Did you want to be punished. Did you want Daddies friend to see my snack.” As he finished his sentence his hand landed on your ass with a sharp smack. You cried out and turned to look up at him “Of course not Daddy. I didn’t mean to.” He growled at the site of the fresh red mark making it’s way across your ass and the wetness that began to trickle down your leg. “Bad girls don’t get a treat. Good daddies do though and today Daddy wants something new.” The way his voice sounded sent a shock through your body he walked up behind you grabbing your hips pulling your underwear down exposing your ass. “This is my treat today not this” He leans down brushing his nose against your dripping core as he leans back up to kiss your right asscheek. You whimper wiggling your hips trying to lead him back down to where you need himmost. “Not today Kitten. You were bad.” He grips your waist hard enough it was surely to leave bruises. He licks down your ass lingering at your puckered entrance he sticks his tongue in darting it quickly in and out softening it up. He pulls himself up leaning over you his face in your neck as he sticks one finger in “Shit Princess your sucking my finger right into you.” You cry out softly at the new feeling. You feel your backside sting as he adds a new finger. “Princes you’ll have to let Daddy loosin you up or your gonna hurt tomorrow.” He kisses down your back until he reaches your dripping hot core. He gives it a small kitten lick before trailing back up to replace his fingers with his tongue. He moistens up your puckered hole as whips out his rock hard member pumping it quickly. He stands gentally running the tip against your slightly gaping hole. He pushes in slightly causing a sharp hiss to escape your lips “quiet kitten. Daddy doesn’t want to hear any protest.” He pushes in quickly your eyes filling with tears as a cry escapes past your lips “Daddy please” you cry out not used to him being in this untouched part of your body. He grabs your hair pulling you instinctively start to move your hips back and forth a tear falling from your eye as you feel yourself being stretched. “Damn princess. you’re so fucking tight. you’re body is sucking me in. ugh- fuck” He growls deep from in his throat as he starts to snap his hips against your ass. Your cried quickly turn to little mewls of pleasure as he starts rubbing your clit in rough quick circles. “Daddy I’ve been a bad girl please teach me a lesson” He takes a finger and slips it between your lips “Suck it kitten.” You quickly do as you are told taking his finger and swirling tour tongue bobbing your head imagining it was his hot member that’s currently wrecking your ass. You groan onto his fingers as you feel a knot build in your stomach you arch your back to meet his thrusts. Namjoon notices the small change and removes his fingers from your sensitive bud “what did I say kitten your not cumming tonight only daddy is.” You cry out at the loss of friction from the bundle of nerves. “Daddy please” You try to rub yourself but he quickly removes your hands grabbing your wrists holding them behind your back “No way. Stop that baby girl.” You cry out as he gives a deep thrust. He Pulls your arms back just far enough that he’s as deep as he could possibly get his head falls back and a deep throaty groan makes it’s way past his plump lips “uhh~ kitten~ you feel so good against daddies cock. you’re doing such a good job princess. being so good~” His thrusts get quicker and sloppier as he gets close to his climax. He leans over your back letting you have your arms back as he grabs your throat squeezing your airways just enough that euphoria sweeps throughout your body. He bites into your shoulder followed by a tight squeeze to your throat as you feel his load fill your ass. You cry out wishing you could follow along with the high. He pulls out cum dribbling from your stretched freshly fucked hole. He pants looking at your sweaty panting form his cum falling out of you. A scene he mentally took a picture of to bring him to his end when you aren’t around to do so. “Kitten you look so good with my cum filling you. Fuck” He places a harsh slap on your ass wiping away the sweat that was pouring down his face. You arch your back sticking your ads far up in the air “Look at that pretty pink pussy just dropping sweetnes down your legs… tsk tsk too bad kitten wasn’t good today Daddy really would have loved to finish up with a sweet treat. Maybe a taste wouldn’t hurt..” He takes his index finger and wiped up collecting as much of your juices as he could before bringing it to his lips. He bites his lip eyes drifting shut “Princess you taste so sweet If only” You purr quietly as you turn your head eyes half shut before you wiggle your ass in his direction “Daddy next time can we use toys… and both holes.” Namjoon lunges forward taking your earlobe inbetween his teeth “Dont tempt me kitten. I want to destroy your pretty pussy but for now you get nothing.“ You smile innocently at him thinking of all the ways you could get yourself in trouble “Yes Daddy”.

Series: Who Will Save You Now?
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Reader x Michael Gray / Reader x Peaky Blinders
Word Count: 1439
Dedicated to: @peakyblinders1919. This author with their imagines and oneshots has inspired me to write my own story featuring Peaky Blinders. Also dedicated to the people who adore this show as much as I do.

Feedback and ideas are highly appreciated.

@paradiseletters @tynabyna

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Chapter 6

It took you quite long to figure out the right outfit to wear. You had never been to the races, and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t nervous. At some point you tried calling your friend Paula to ask for her help, but one of her maids had accepted the call, telling you that Paula was out with a boy. The two of you were very good friends, but surprisingly she had never told you anything about a boy. You decided not to question her about it as you were sure that she would tell you about him herself when the time was right. Finally you had to make the decision yourself, choosing a red dress as it was your favorite color. When you looked at yourself in the mirror you noticed the tiredness in your eyes. Nevertheless, you looked absolutely gorgeous, maybe even a little bit too fancy for a horse race. You consoled yourself with the fact that you were Y/N Pierce, and showing your status amongst other gangsters was never a bad thing.

You kept playing with the hem of your dress as you stood in front of your house, waiting for the Shelby’s to arrive. Lucas stood near you, observing you from the corner of his eyes. He saw the nervousness in your eyes, but thought it was best if he did not approach you. After all you needed to deal with those kinds of situations on your own if you were ever to take over the Pierce business. Attending races was something that every gang leader had to do since a lot of money came from them, especially in your family.

You saw a black car drive in from the gates of your house. With a deep sigh you straightened your dress before folding your arms in front of your chest. The car came to a stop in front of you and you saw Arthur behind the wheel with Tommy next to him. You were guessing that they would bring Michael or at least John with them, but your guesses were fading when you saw only the two of them in the motor car. Tommy opened the door before stepping out, motioning for you to climb onto the back seat. You did as he said without saying anything. Arthur said a little hello to you which you kindly returned with a smile. Out of all the Peaky Blinders Arthur was the most welcoming towards you and you had nothing against him. The other Peaky Blinders were a whole new deal.


The car ride between the three of you was relatively quiet. Every once in a while Tommy talked about how to act at the races, but other than that nothing was said. You were sure that they noticed your nervousness, but what surprised you was that the two of them seemed to be nervous as well. Your guess was that something big had happened or was about to happen. There was no way the Shelby’s would be worried about a horse race. Yet the two of them kept throwing glances at each other, Tommy even glancing at you every once in a while as a way to confirm whether you had noticed something was wrong or not. You surely weren’t going to say anything. You had enough of problems on your own, and the business of the Peaky Blinders was something you didn’t want to concern yourself with.

The car came to a quick stop in front of a large building. There were huge amount of people walking in and out of it and it seemed that every class of the society was represented. Arthur was the first one to jump out of the car, quickly walking away without saying anything. Tommy stayed put for a second before clearing his throat and opening the car door. He stepped out, holding out his hand for you to take. With a raised eyebrow you grabbed ahold of his hand before stepping out and releasing the hold on his arm.

“You look nice. Red suits you.” He mumbled before grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his pack and lighting one. He offered one to you which you gladly took. A cigarette was definitely something that would help you calm your nerves.

“Was that a sincere compliment from Thomas Shelby?” You questioned with a hint of teasing in your voice. He glanced at the clock he was always wearing before staring at an unknown figure. The man was dressed in a military uniform and from his medals you saw that he was quite important. 

“You’ll only hear me say it once. If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.” He replied before walking forward towards the main stairs leading into the building. You forced yourself to smile before taking a drag from the cigarette and putting it out.

“Well, thank you. Glad to know my efforts paid off.” You said before following Tommy who led you into the building before taking off and leaving you all alone.

“So much for the fucking Shelby’s.” You mumbled as you entered a restaurant, desperate for a drink. The race had not even begun and you were left alone. You hadn’t even seen any of the Shelby’s after they all abandoned you. How the hell were you supposed to learn anything about the races from them if they weren’t even around?


You found the bar in the restaurant easily as you made your way to it. The bartender delivered your desired alcohol with a smile on his face before walking away from you to serve the other customers. You leaned on the counter, watching the people around you. They seemed to be quite happy as if they had no problems to deal with. Couples around you were laughing and smiling; people were eating and drinking with their friends or family. It was a beautiful sight which was ruined when a man who you guessed was an Italian started shouting at the waiter. He seemed to act like he owned the place and that’s when you realized that the man was Sabini, the head of the Italian gang. Your father and Sabini were currently at war with each other and the fact that your family started working with Peaky Blinders did not ease the situation between the two rivaling gangs.

You downed your drink before slipping out of the room, desperately looking around the place to get a sight of at least one of the Shelby’s. It didn’t even matter which one. You walked away from the restaurant as you heard a man on the speakers announce that the race was about to begin. People around you started to go away to watch the race as you kept walking around. After some time you managed to notice Arthur. He did not see you as he kept walking away from you. With a determination you followed him, coming to a stop in front of the henchmen of the Blinders. John Shelby was present as well, quite surprised to see you there along with them.

“Why the hell didn’t any of you tell me that Sabini owns this place?” You asked rather loudly, startling Arthur who was standing near you with his back turned to you. He jumped around, grabbing your hand to pull you closer to them. You struggled against his grip while glaring daggers at him before surrendering and walking closer to them.

“Tommy was supposed to tell you.” Arthur answered with a hushed voice as his eyes kept wandering around the place. You huffed before folding your arms around your chest, looking from one member of the Peaky Blinders to another. A couple of them seemed to be quite uneasy about a Pierce being present while others did not even care to look at you.

“As you can see, Tommy is-” You were stopped when a loud bang near you went off and people started running around with no purpose. A couple of seconds later the Blinders took off, Arthur and John staying behind as they both grabbed your hands, dragging you away from the scene.

“Sorry Y/N, we’re quite busy at the moment. Go home.” John said before running away, Arthur right behind him. You stared at the scene around you, seeing people panicking while you remained quite calm, not even knowing what had happened. You turned around and just as you did so a bag was pulled onto your head as two men grabbed you. Before even managing to let out a scream the barrel of a gun hit your head, making everything around you pitch black.