but i liked the idea of each row being the two of them reacting to one another


***Bet y'all weren’t expecting 2 in one day huh 😘***

“Hey girl, I’m gonna run over to the clubhouse real quick. You wanna come? I just have to drop something off for Gemma then we can go out for breakfast.”

Your best friend smiled and nodded.

“Sure. See what all the hypes about.”

You rolled your eyes and waved her off, her turning around and heading off to the guest room she was staying in to get ready. She’d been on this side of town for less than a week and already, people around town had found out she was new and were warning her about SAMCRO. She’d been your friend since the two of you were children but life happened and the two of you ended up going about your lives and getting separated. Only in terms of distance though, as she was still your best friend and you still loved her as much as you did the day she moved. But now she was back and in need of a place to stay until she got everything settled to get back on her feet. Things had changed in both of your lives and you’d discussed them over coffee one day when you realized that every time you said ‘the guys’, she didn’t know who you were talking about.

You’d spoken to Kozik first of course, making sure that it was ok for her to stay with the two of you. It was the house that you’d bought together and you wouldn’t just bring someone in if he wasn’t comfortable. He was though and had encouraged you to bring her, having no problem giving her a place. She was your friend and if you trusted her, he wasn’t too worried.

Having her in the house though, you’d realized there was a lot she was unfamiliar with. The stash of weapons in the house being one of them. But she wasn’t problematic about it, simply curious. As anyone would be. She was investigative but respected your space, only asking about things she didn’t understand and last night you’d spent explaining to her that the club would have a fight tonight. Not a bar fight, or a brawl outside of a club, just a fight. A club fight. A concept your friend was having a tough time grasping. But she was more than understanding and accepting and you figured you’d take the day to show her around and let her see what your life was like now, club included.

With her dressed, the both of you hopped in the car and made the short drive over to the clubhouse. As you pulled in, she looked out of the window like a small child, looking at all of the motorcycles parked in their neat row.

“That one is Kozik’s.”

You looked at the bike she was pointing to and nodded but she wasn’t asking. More of just pointing it out as she got used to everything and started feeling accustomed.

Getting out of the car, you saw Gemma standing over by the office door of TM, watching you. Keeping your face neutral, you talked out of the corner of your mouth to your friend.

“Don’t let her see you sweat. She’s a tough bitch but she can be nice. She’ll try you though. If your uncomfortable, just shoot me a look.”

Your friend laughed softly but nodded. As the two of you came up to the door, Gemma smiled and reached out to pull you into her arms.

“Morning baby.”

She pressed a kiss to your cheek and smiled softly.

“So this is the fresh meat.”

With a roll of your eyes, you nodded towards her.

“This is my best friend.”

Gemma stuck her hand out for the girl to shake, which she did.

“Im Gemma. Y/N talks about you often. Been looking forward to meeting you. We all have.”

Your friend nodded and smiled.

“She talks about you all a lot too. Couldn’t wait to meet her family.”

The three of you smiled and Gemma stuck her hand out to grab the paper from your hand.

“The boys are inside. Most of them were up last I checked.”

“Good. I’ll go get the introductions started.”

With one last hug for Gemma, you turned with your friend and began walking with her towards the clubhouse. From a distance, you could already see Chibs sitting on the picnic table, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He saw the two of you coming and stood with a smile, opening up his arms to you immediately.

“There she is. How’ve you been love?”

“Good. Just bringing my girl by so she can meet everyone before the party tonight.”

“Ah. Good idea. Nice to meet ya lass, I’m Chibs.”

They shook hands and you could tell that she wasn’t afraid of him. You just wanted to see how she’d react to Tig. You hoped he’d retain himself, at least for the first time meeting her. You walked into the clubhouse with Chibs and her, ready to introduce her to the men that were your family now.


“Do I look ok? It’s not too much right?”

“You look fine.”

She smoothed her hand down over the front of her her dress, reaching over to grab your hand as you walked into the clubhouse together. You gave her hand a squeeze and smiled.

“You’ll be fine babe. Just stay by me. If you wanna leave, just tell me or Koz and we’re gone.”

Hand in hand, you walked further into the clubhouse, the music blaring. You watched as she looked around, taking in her surroundings and smiling every now and then when someone smiled at her. She looked at the guys gathered by the bar, laughing and talking and drinking. She looked at some of the older members, sitting off in the more calm corner, discussing things amongst themselves. She caught sight of two Croweaters, effortlessly swinging themselves around the poles in the corner, Sons watching them. She even laughed as she noticed another Croweater on her knees in front of a prospect, right on one of the couches.

“A lot of confidence and freedom around here huh.”

Her grip on your hand loosened and you took it as a sign that she was not as nervous anymore, maybe even beginning to enjoy the atmosphere. Walking over to the bar with her, Jax, Chibs, Tig and Juice noticed the two of you, the boys waving at her as they remembered her from earlier. She waved back and took the beer that Chibs was offering her, taking a seat on a stool beside him. You smiled as you saw her open up and begin having a conversation with the guys, them wanting to know when the two of you met and how. Kozik came to sit next to you as well and the both of you smiled as you saw her slowly but surely open up.



You laughed lightly as your friend flinched and gripped onto you after Happy landed a particularly nasty blow to Tig’s jaw.

“They just beat each other like that? I thought they were friends!”

“They are. They’re brothers. They love each other. It’s just for fun. Entertainment if you will. They give everybody a show and they get to let off some steam. They’d never seriously hurt each other, not on purpose anyway.”

She nodded hesitantly and turned her attention back to the ring where now Happy took a shot to the ribs. Bobby hurriedly intercepted the two before it got too out of hand and the two of them pushed him out of the way, roughly embracing each other and laughing together, congratulating each other. You looked over at her from the corner of your eye and saw a small smile beginning to form as she saw you were right. It wasn’t something that she would get used to in one night. Not with the sex and the violence, but she was being open to the new experience and you could see that beginning of a twinkle in her eyes. The same one Kozik always said you had when he first met you and you had a feeling that before long, she’d be one of you.

The Game - Tony Stark x Reader

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

Words: 1174
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Featuring: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: Like, sports, kissing
Requested: no i came up with this idea last night and wanted to write it so bad and i needed inspiration so here we are
Authors Note: yo i thought this was kinda cute. I love writing Tony. Kinda/mostly platonic. Set before AOU/when they still had avengers tower as the main base and JARVIS was still a thing so yeah lol

Masterlist. Request List.

“Come on; I have two amazing tickets and you know I have to go because, it’s me, and I would rather go with you than anyone else!” Tony chased you around the tower.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “What, no Rhodey?”

Tony shrugged, “He’s busy.”

“Oh, so I’m your second choice?”

“No! Do not use that against me. You know I owe him, so I asked him and turned out he’s busy. Come on, (Y/N), just go with me.” Tony started to plead.

You laughed, “Oh my gosh, are you- Tony Stark- begging me to go with you?” You raised an eyebrow; this didn’t happen often. Tony was used to getting what he wanted, but you were one of the only people who could tell him no, and when you said no, it made him upset.

Tony crossed his arms, “Fine; you don’t want to go? I won’t help you improve your suit,” A smirk crept onto his face. Lately, you had been asking if he would make your suit more indestructible and he still hadn’t done it.

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arguenot  asked:

Unrelated: I've been reading regency romances like it's my job, and I just finished one that would make a brilliant sterek AU. This couple is having a fling, and out of nowhere the dude comes to the lady and is like "We should totes get married because my sister needs a society sponsor and because we fucked on a beach" and the lady is like "THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS ASSHOLE." The words are much more polite, but you get the idea. Later, the dude talks about his plan to drench the lady with his seed.

I worked REALLY HARD and had a CRANKY DAY of annoying nonsense so definitely let’s DO THIS.  

This definitely feels like a Derek Hale Dumbo Plan.  I love love love the idea of Derek and Stiles, sneaking around, loosening each other’s cravats, kissing in stables, fumbling in the darkened corners of a widow’s dusty library W-H-A-T-E-V-E-R because Stiles is impulsive and daring, and doesn’t care about his reputation when it comes to handsome Mr. Hale with his pretty eyes and a sharp tongue to match Stiles’s own.  

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Two AM and Kissing in the Rain

“Oh, my God, Cameron! I-I can’t take it anymore!”

“What? What is it that bothers you so much?”

“You will not stop being over protective! I tell you all the time that I’m okay, but you never listen! You are constantly telling me to be careful and treat me like a child.”

“I’ve told you, Kirsten, that I have to protect you. It’s my job to keep you safe. So, I’m sorry that I don’t like you chasing down a criminal at gunpoint!”

“That was one time. If it wasn’t me, it would’ve been you!”

“And I’m okay with that!”

“Yeah? Well I’m not.” Kirsten sighed heavily and ran her fingers through her hair. “God, Cameron…” She shook her head. She took a deep breath and leaned against the table. “You say I’m reckless, yet you don’t even care about your own life.”

“Kirsten, that’s not what I—”

“No. No, I know that’s not what you meant. But I’m not okay with putting you in danger because you’re afraid I’m going to get hurt. And I think part of it has to do with us being together.”

Cameron became silent. He didn’t know what to say, how to react. “Kirsten, no. No, it doesn’t. I has nothing to do with us…” He took a step closer while she took a step back.

“No? Not at all? You can say with complete confidence that you aren’t protective over me because you love me?”

“I-I mean, of course some of it is because I love you. But even if we weren’t together, I would still protect you the way I do now because I want to, I need to.” His voice was softer now.

Kirsten sighed and rested her head on the wall. “I’m sorry, Cameron…” she said softly. “I-I can’t be the reason you lose your life.” She turned around to open the door.

“Kirsten, no.” He ran up and blocked her exit. “No. Y-you can’t leave. Please, d-don’t leave me…”

She could see the hurt in his eyes, but she knew what she was doing was right. “You’ll see me tomorrow. You’ll see why we can’t be together anymore by then.”

“And what if I don’t?” he challenged.

“Then you will by the end of the week or the end of the month. You’ll realize eventually that this is the right thing to happen.” She gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry.”


The next day came and went. Cameron didn’t think them breaking up was a good idea and Kirsten was realizing her mistake. All he thought about was the rain that continued to pour outside.

The week passed and neither saw the positive side of breaking up.

The whole month passed and it still didn’t make sense. Kirsten wasn’t over Cameron like she expected. It was like a piece of her was missing was gone. She was over Liam within a few moments after their breakup. Cameron? That was a whole different story…

For Cameron, it was horrible. He hated waking up alone and only cuddling a pillow. He hated not having to make breakfast for someone else. He hated not having Kirsten.


It was two in the morning. Cameron couldn’t sleep. It was the third night in a row that he didn’t sleep. He got out of bed, throwing on a hoodie, some sweats, and a pair of Vans that were stretched out enough for him to slip on. He grabbed his keys off the counter before going out to his car.


Kirsten hadn’t slept in days either. It was worse for her because she didn’t realize how late it was until it was morning. She got up to get some water when there was a knock on the door. She looked at the clock on the microwave. “Who the hell…?” she muttered to herself. She placed the glass of water down before going to answer the door.

“Hi,” she said shocked when she opened the door.

“Hi,” he responded.

“Um…w-what are you doing here?” She scratched her head nervously and messed with her hair.

“I can’t sleep. I’m guessing you can’t either.” There were dark bags under both of their eyes that were more than noticeable in the dim lighting.

Kirsten opened the door wider for him to come in. “Might as well keep each other company, right?” she said with a slight smile.

He smiled back. “Might as well.”

Kirsten closed the door behind her. “I was going to have some water, but we can open a bottle of wine if you want.”

He shook his head as he sat down in the couch. “Do you mind getting me some water?”

She shook her head. “No. Not at all.” She disappeared into the kitchen, taking deep breaths to calm down. What was Cameron doing there? They had barely exchanged three unnecessary sentences in the past month let alone hang out. She got out another cup and put some ice in it before filling it with tap. She carried both glasses out and handed one to Cameron. She sat down next to him and sighed. “Can’t sleep?” she asked, even though that’s what he just said.

Cameron didn’t mind her asking, though. He simply nodded and sipped on the water. “Yeah. Haven’t been able to for days.”

Kirsten nodded. “Me neither.”

There was silence between them for a moment. Cameron was the one to break it. “Why can’t you sleep?” he asked.

“Stress, work,” she lied. “Just been having a hard time since that last case.”

Cameron nodded, feeling hurt that their reasons weren’t the same. “Yeah, that was a tough one.”

“Why can’t you sleep?” she asked.

“Stress and work. Just like you,” he lied. “Maggie keeps pressuring me to improve the system, as if I’m not doing that already.”

Kirsten nodded. “Well, it works fine. If you ever need to talk to try and see what needs to be improved, I’ll share.”

Cameron nodded back. “Thanks.”

Another moment of silence.

“You wanna watch a movie?” asked Kirsten.

He nodded, reaching over for the remote that was on his side. “You pick,” he told her. She turned on Netflix and selected a random movie. He stayed on his respective side, just like her.

Kirsten propped her arm up and rested her head in her hands. She curled her legs up onto the couch and began to fall asleep. Somehow, just knowing that Cameron was a few inches away calmed her. She was asleep within a few minutes.

Cameron watched her. He smiled over at her peaceful state. He reached behind him for a blanket and placed it over Kirsten. Once the movie finished, he got up to leave. He stared at Kirsten for another moment. “I still love you, Kirsten Clark…” he whispered ever so softly. “I haven’t realized what good breaking up has done for us, but I hope you see the bad.” He sighed heavily before walking out the door.

Unfortunately, it was pouring down rain. He parked his car on the side of the road in case Camille came home at some point and needed the space.

He began to walk out, getting drenched by the second, when a voice calling his name stopped him.

“Cameron!” yelled Kirsten from the door, standing with the blanket still around her.

Cameron turned around immediately but didn’t move.

Kirsten dropped the blanket back in the entrance of the door before walking out in the rain. She met Cameron in the middle of the driveway. “Why are you leaving…?” she asked softly.

Cameron sighed. “The movie finished and you were sleeping.”

The rain, now, was a minor inconvenience.

“You don’t have to go…” Kirsten told him softly.

“It’s okay. You go back to sleep. You need it.”

“I can’t. Not without you.”

Cameron’s heart skipped a beat. “Why not?” he asked.

“I miss you, Cameron. I miss having you next to me every night and every morning. I miss talking to you. I miss everything about you, Cameron. I miss you…”

Cameron took a deep breath. He cupped Kirsten’s cheeks and pulled her into a kiss. It was rough, it was needy, but it was real and it was passionate.

Kirsten kissed back once she processed Cameron’s action. Her hands were in his wet hair and the rain almost made it better. She twisted pieces around her fingers but pulled away after a moment. “God, Cameron, I’m so sorry…” she whispered. “I was wrong.”

Cameron brushed their noses together. “I forgive you.”

“I still love you too, Cameron Goodkin,” she smiled.

He grinned back. “I love you too,” he murmured before kissing her once again.

Maybe the pouring rain was good.

anonymous asked:

Companions react to: the sole finding a plant in the wild and naming it after them! Bonus for what kind of plant (mushroom, flower, tree, etc) Romanced or not is entirely up to you ^_^

There’s a link to the Wikipedia pages, Google Images, or video of each plant right next to their names :)

Dogmeat: [Dogweed] After a particularly refreshing rain, there always seemed to be a flush of green in the Commonwealth. Sole was taking a break, sitting on a rock in the warm sun. Dogmeat curled up for a nap in a green patch with yellow daisy like flowers. Sole smiled at the serene picture. They picked a flower to catalogue it…they could name it Dogweed.

Codsworth: [Dancing Plant] “Sir/Mum, what a peculiar plant.” What looked like a large oak tree was standing before them. Sole was prone to listening to music while they were wandering during the day, but in a heavier wooded area…this tree looked like it was dancing. The leaves were jolting to the music, picking up the vibrations of the songs. “It’s so cheery, just like you Codsworth! That’s what we could call it! Dancing Codsworth.” Sole smiled and could tell that if he could blush he would be, but instead floated in circles, dancing as well.

Preston: [Shy Plant] Just up the hill from Sanctuary, on the way to Vault 111, Sole had day by dad watching this plant sprout. It’s flowers were fuzzy white tufts. The leaves were very small, and sat next to each other all in a row along the stem. As the plant got bigger, Sole took more interest. They leaned down to touch it and suddenly all of the leaves laid themselves along the stem, almost as if they were shy. Sole reveled in their discovery, immediately running to grab Preston. “I found a plant that reminds me of you.” Sole said. They walked up the hill, and Sole showed Preston their discovery. “Why does that remind you of me,” Preston laughed. “Well you can be so quiet,” Sole muttered. “I wanna name it after you. Garvey Plant.” Preston just smiled to himself, proving the point, and walked back to Sanctuary.

Piper: [White Baneberry] “Hey Piper this berry kind of reminds me of you,” Sole said as they trekked through the brush. The berry was white, and it’s stalks were bright red. “It reminds me of your jacket,” Sole smiled, plucking a berry from its home and smashing it in between their fingers. “Blue! Be careful, those can kill you!” Piper said, smacking them out of Sole’s hand. Sole rolled their eyes and smiled. “Reminds me of another dangerous lady I know,” Piper smirked. “We could call them Wright Berries,” she joked. “That’s not a bad name,” Sole laughed. Piper spend the next few hours insisting she was kidding, but not really putting up a fight.

Nick: [Blue Passionflower] “Hey kid, don’t mean to bother you, but take a look at this.” Nick was reveling in this hanging flower. Bright blue with an explosive pistil and stamen. Nick seemed transfixed on the flower, and Sole had never seen Nick take such an interest in flora. “Amazing that radiation gave us Deathclaws and ghouls but also gives us things like this.” Sole smiled at his curiosity. “We could call it a Blue Valentine, if you’d like.” Nick raised his eyebrows at the idea, then smiled. “I’d like that very much kid, good thinking.”

Hancock: [Witches Butter] A lot of odd things grew in the Commonwealth but some of the weirder things tended to be fungus. Hancock and Sole had a bad habit of tasting things they found along the way… It almost seemed like Sole had a lead belly. They stumbled across a yellow fungus, loopy and smooth. Hancock laughed that the browner patches looked like him a bit. The two ripped off a chunk and took a bite. “It would be good in a soup,” Sole remarked. They held it up to Hancock, laughed and said “Hancock Butter.” Hancock didn’t like being teased like that, but secretly reveled in the idea of a fungus being named after him.

Macready: [Bleeding Tooth Fungus] “Uh Sole…either something happened here or this plant it bleeding.” Sole looked closer at this fungus. It was white and bumpy, drops of red liquid were pooling in the cavities of the plant. “Kind of reminds me of your mouth,” Sole joked. Macready scowled, always just a little self conscious about his rotten teeth. However dentists were few and far between in The Commonwealth. “Provided no ones claimed a name on it yet, we should just call it Bleeding Macready Fungus. How does that sound?” Macready still didn’t look impressed. He turned on his heel and shuffled off, muttering something about how Sole was gonna be bleeding in a minute.  

Cait: [Cape Sundew] After a particularly rough rad storm, Cait and Sole emerged from their hide out of three days- a small run down cabin that was only just good enough. Outside where the sun shone, carcasses of animals who weren’t so lucky we’re being bleached by the sun and picked by the flies. As the two packed up Sole noticed flies becoming stuck to certain plants surrounding the cabin. The leftover rain was glistening on the green stalks, the plants red dots and juices devouring the flies. Sole noted that these must be flytraps, telling Cait that these plants physically ate small bugs unlucky enough to get stuck. She thought that was the most amazing thing, so Sole named this particular one the Cait Sundew. She gave them a playful punch in the arm but was beaming the rest of the day.

Curie: [Aloe] One thing that Post War Commonwealth didn’t have that Sole desperately wishes it did was sunscreen. Long days wandering in the sun meant sunburns. They tried their best, wrapping rags around their head and wearing masks, trying to stay comfortable in full coverage clothes without overheating. But when they weren’t so lucky, and they laid down at night with no covers because they were so sunburnt, they wish they had sunscreen. One particularly rough night while they were lying in their bed groaning in pain, Curie came in holding leaves of what looked like a smooth cactus. The insides of the plant were gooey and soft. She sat on the edge of the bed and told Sole she found something that could help. She started rubbing the stalks juices on their arm and on their face. There was instantly relief as the cooling plant counteracted the burn. “I do not know what zis plant es called,” Curie explained, “But I saw a Radstag rub itself on it so I thought you should try!” Sole joked that they should call the plant Curie, because it was an angel just like she was. She blushed and continued to help Sole but smiled the rest of the night.

Danse: [Lamb’s Ear] “What is that.” Sole was tending their little planter that was given to them on the Prydwen. They liked to collect little samples of plants in the Commonwealth, and try to grow them in the labs. Danse was pointing to a patch of oval shaped leaves that were…fuzzy? “Touch them, they’re very soft.” Sole said. Danse ran his finger over the leaves and asked what they were called. “I haven’t really given them a name yet. I was thinking of Danse’s Ear though.. Because they remind me of a big softy I know, and they’re kind of ear shaped.” Danse furrowed his brow but turned slightly pink. “Sounds like a fine name. Carry on.” He shuffled away while Sole giggled.

Deacon: [Duckweed] “You know, we passed this pond a few days ago and I don’t remember it looking so….” Deacon paused. “Green?” Sole asked. “Like a swamp monster was going to bust out was more what I was thinking.” Deacon finished. “It looks like these plants multiply real fast,” Sole noted. “Soon they’ll take over and be everywhere at once!” Deacon joked. “I was thinking Deaconweed would be a good name for these,” Sole joked back. They started to walk off but turned to see Deacon scoop up a handful and put them in a safe place.

Strong: [Fernleaf Fiddleneck] There wasn’t a lot of life in the Glowing Sea, so imagine Sole’s surprise when they found plant life near the Crater of Atom. It was green, long, thin and curled at the top with small purple blossoms. The Children of Atom just shrugged when Sole asked, insisting that they had always been there. Strong didn’t really care. When Sole said they were going to name this plant after Strong, Strongleaf, he seemed to brush it off until Sole said that it must have taken a particularly powerful plant to grow in a place like this. He beamed the rest of the day!

X6-88: [Oleander] Sole spent a lot of time with the plants in the Institute, liking to watch the mutations that were occurring 200+ years later. They had asked to have to bio department let them know when they created something deadly. Once they were notified they were looking at a bright pink flower. “As a token of my gratitude for all of the help you’ve given me,” Sole declared to X6-88, “I name this plant 88-Bane.” Sole could tell his eyes lit up behind his glasses, but was still attempting to keep a straight face. “This is a very thoughtful gift, thank you.” He grabbed the small planter pot and excused himself to put it in his quarters.

The Cuddlers

Both Marinette and Adrien are kept awake late with another akuma attack. When they both fall asleep on a field trip the following morning, Nino and Alya decide to take advantage of their friends’ tendency to cuddle.

(AO3) (FF.net)

“You look like shit, dude,” Nino informed his best friend as soon as he stepped out of his car in front of the school. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

Adrien shook his head as he pulled his shoulder bag and a pillow out of the car and shut the door. Seconds later, it pulled away. “No, I-” He yawned widely. “I was too excited. I couldn’t sleep, and so I turned the news on and Ladybug was fighting an akuma, so…”

“So you stayed up and watched her,” Nino finished. He shook his head. “You’re such a fanboy. Couldn’t you have recorded the news and watched it after the trip?”

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Comfortable - Suga Twoshot

This took me a while.

And you guys might not like it.

But i felt really inspired to write this today… And it’s my first time writing Suga who, for me, is kind of tricky to write? (even though he’s my 2nd bias jeeze wtf is wrong with me)

This might be a good basis for a series that I might write after Loser and Eat are finished? It depends.

So yeah…


When your job had relocated you to South Korea about a year and a half ago, you had no idea what life had in store for you there.

And you certainly had no idea that you would suddenly cry from homesickness in the middle of a coffee shop in the middle of the night on one of your first nights in Seoul.

And you definitely didn’t know that a certain guy would end up asking you if you were okay, in English no less.

And you would never have guessed that certain guy was known as Rapmonster.

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5 Things (8/3/14)


1. When I was around eight years-old, I pushed my cousin Crawford through a glass window.

I wasn’t angry with him. He wasn’t angry with me. It was an accident. We were in his room, on the second floor of the house, spinning to make ourselves dizzy.There was freedom in being disoriented. When we got dizzy enough, we pushed one another trying to make the other person lose their balance and fall. It was a game we played whenever I visited which seemed often, though I can’t remember for sure. 

I can’t recall the force behind my hands, but I remember the push. I remember the look on his face, how it changed when he went from falling down to falling out. His eyes got big, his mouth opened wide, there was no sound. I don’t remember hearing anything after the glass shattered. I remember his eyes. I remember his mother pulling him from the window frame, I remember the tiny red rivers traveling from his shoulders to the small of his back. I don’t remember moving. I don’t remember what came next.

We never played the spinning game again. Sometimes we went into the neighbor’s treehouse and Crawford would take off his shirt and let me stare at the scars. I don’t remember being punished for what I did, and I wonder if this is how I punished myself. I let my eyes follow the lines of hyper-pigmentation. I’d reach out to touch the keloid scars. My doing. My hands. My bad. I let the guilt wash over me. I would say sorry over and over until he’d put his shirt back on and tell me to stop.

“I’m not mad at you.”

The anniversary of Crawford’s death just passed. He was shot and killed in our hometown. I hadn’t seen him in years. I did not know him as an adult. We weren’t angry with each other, but our lives took drastically different paths. We were close in age, only months apart. As children, he was my closest link to my father’s side of our family. My brother and I sat in the front row at his funeral. We held hands and I cried into his shoulder. For a moment, it seemed our legs grew shorter, our hands smaller, and we had regressed significantly in age. I began to cry for the loss I would have felt when I was eight years-old. I did not know Crawford the man, but there was a boy who I pushed through a window. He showed me his scars in a treehouse and said over and over. “I’m not mad at you.” He said, 

“You’re my best friend.”


2. Here’s the thing about family: they love you. Sometimes. They want the best for you. Sometimes. But sometimes they confuse what they want with what YOU should want, and that’s not your problem, baby. You are not selfish for wanting a life, an adventure, or the chance to be the full expression of yourself. You’re human and passionate and you’re good. You’re good and you’re okay. I don’t care how much it sounds like I got that from Oprah.

Families are important. I love mine to pieces. But if I’d listened to certain members of my family, I would be miserable. There are some things I’ve never wanted, and I’ve always been expected to want them. I don’t know how to explain that what I feel is as valid as what they feel. We are different, we have different desires, and me not wanting your version of my life won’t kill either of us. 

There is so much fucking life to be lived. There is a picture in my head, clear as day. There is a house, and a passport, and there is him.

I am living in that direction. 

Ashley/Joy - Spencer/Peace

3. When I am in a bad place emotionally or mentally, and I’m craving something beautiful to get me through a few more moments, I watch this. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that two of my closest friends are obsessed with beauty. Real beauty, all kinds, in many different perspectives. Both are always trying to get me to do a little more, care a little more, try a little more when it comes to how I present myself to the world. With me, they have small victories. With them, I am perpetually in awe. 


4. I’m writing a script for a television show and I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. I’m trying. There is an opportunity out there–MAYBE–and if I can do this right, if I could make it something good and decent and doable, maybe I can have something that I’ve secretly always wanted to do and never had the confidence to give my best effort.

There are few things I’ve given my best effort. In this way, I have been cowardly.

I have a big bad habit of saying no to myself before anyone else can say no to me. The past year, I’ve tried to get out of that habit. I’ve been trying. And it’s been…working. Good things are happening all of the time. Yes, there have been some bad things. Of course. But I don’t think my life is about striving for things to always be good. I think it’s about knowing the bad will come, and not letting it ruin the present. I think it’s letting the bad be. 

I would tell you more about this script, but there are some things I want to keep to myself for awhile. You understand.


5. Kelly is reading “An Untamed State” and I am beginning to feel like a broken record. Do I talk about trauma here every week? I believe I do. I would apologize, but I am not interested in that tonight.

We talk about the book, because we must. It’s so deeply personal to me, I have to know how he is reacting to it. I love him. I want him to see me. I’ve said it before, but there is so much Miri in me. If he rejects her, if he rejects the book, I feel like he will reject me. This is nonsense. I know. But I’m lying to you. I don’t really know that the way I should.

Really I want him to see why I may sometimes be the way I am. He loves me this way, but there are things I can’t tell him as well as this story can show them. That was one of the most important things for me to see in this book. The distinct understanding that trauma forces you to love differently. Sometimes, you love people so much, you truly do believe you have to protect them from what you’ve become in the wake of that trauma. You’re not always unlovable, but perhaps, unsafe?

There is a thing between us. A chasm, A difference in emotional extremes. I know how far I can go. I know how dark I can get. I know what it looks like when something is broken inside you and because it isn’t visible, you suffer. You suffer from compound abuse, dismissiveness, and emotional neglect. I know what it feels like to watch the beloved walk away. Lucky me, his feet seem firmly planted.

He moves here after Christmas.

A HOUSE OF BLACK GUIDE: Managing a Group Para

Received this a few days ago:

I’ve been going through your tags and I don’t think you’ve addressed this before, but I was wondering if you have advice for para-ing with multiple people. My character is supposed to get together with his three mischievous best friends (hmm who could they be?) and I can only imagine how all of the topics are going to bounce around between the replies. Do you have advice for staying on track? It would be so helpful! Thank you! – anonymous

Read on for some tips and tricks in regards to handling a group para – as a participating roleplayer and for yourself. 

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CrissColfer Fic-a-Day Advent 2014: Day One

Pairing: Chris/Darren 
Word Count:
Chris is 16 years old and failed his first two driving tests. Darren is 17 and willing to risk his car to teach Chris how to parallel park. (Best Friends [maybe more] AU where Darren teaches Chris how to parallel park)

Read the fic on AO3. 

“This is embarrassing,” Chris mutters, slumped in the passenger seat of Darren’s car. “Why are we doing this again?”

“Because.” Darren takes a turn into an empty parking lot. It’s early on a Sunday morning and the shop they’re heading toward won’t open for another two hours. “Last time your mom tried to teach you how to parallel you didn’t talk to her for two weeks. And I’m awesome at it, man, come on. I got the skills.”

Chris snorts. “Sure.”

“Okay, fine. Then I have a reward system.” Darren smirks over at him, turning the engine off and pulling the keys out of the ignition. He tosses them over at Chris, who isn’t paying attention until they land on his lap. “You’re gonna love it.”

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Imagine: Reader telling Dean about a guy who cheated on her and then Dean and Crowley hunting the guy down because they’re furious at him for hurting her.

Requested by: katieswinforddiaries

—-Deans pov—–

God, she always looked so gorgeous in the morning. I loved opening my eyes to see something so beautiful laying right beside me.
I’ve been awake since 5, but I didn’t get up. I wanted to be there when she opened her stunning y/e/c eyes. I could stay here forever and just listen to her heart beating. To stare at the beautiful features that created her face.

I lifted my arm from around her slowly, so she didn’t wake up, and moved a piece of hair from her face and put it behind her ear.
I left my hand on her face. Rubbing small circles on her cheek with my thumb.

Her eyes started to flutter open.

——readers pov——

I slowly opened my eyes.

I loved waking up. Reason being…i loved opening my eyes and seeing and feeling Dean pressed against me. I love him and he’s makes me feel beautiful. He’s my everything.

I looked at him as he smiled back.

Dean: Morning, sweetheart.

Giving me a peck on my lips.

Y: Morning, baby.


You both stayed in bed. Just gazing into each other’s eyes.

Dean: god, your so beautiful.

You blushed.

Y: thanks, baby. You aren’t so bad yourself.

He winks at your comment. Biting his lip and kissing yours softly.

Dean: Can I ask you something?

Y: Yeah. Anything.

Dean: Have you ever been hurt before?

Taken by confusion by the question.

Y: what do you mean?

Dean: has anyone ever hurt you?

You stayed quite.
Should I tell him?

Dean quickly realized how quite you became.

Dean: baby…Has anyone ever hurt you?

You looked away.

Y: Before I meet you I was dating a guy. His name was y/ex/n. He…

You let a tear fall from your eyes. Feeling Deans warm tender thumb wipe them away. Looking back at him and seeing his worried stern face.

Y: We had dated for about 2 years. I was on a hunt one day. I was so tired and couldn’t wait to go home and see him again. I finally got home and I walked into the house and heard noises coming from our room. I went upstairs to find him completely naked on top of another women.

I covered my face with my hands, crying at the painful memories flooding back. Remembering the pain he caused you. Making you feel worthless.

He pulled your hands away from your face and kissed your lips. He whispered in your ear.

Dean: I’m sorry, baby girl. You didn’t deserve that.

Y: You have no idea how much pain I was in, Dean. When I saw him on top of her…I felt my heart break. Everything stood still and it was like I died and no one could save me.

You took another deep breath.

Y: I felt so stupid and worthless. I started to let myself go. I believed I was no longer beautiful and special. That i was all alone.

You continued crying and Dean stayed quite. You cried yourself to sleep.

Being so fast asleep, you didn’t realize that Dean had left the room.

——Deans pov——

I could feel her pain. I wish I could just take that all away from her.

I had to something. I couldn’t let the asshole that left my girl in so much pain, just get way with it.

I needed someone’s help. But someone who will help me find and torture the piece of shit who hurt her.

I went into the bunker dungeon and grabbed the spices and items I needed.
I mixed the spices and herbs and then lite the match and tossed it into the bowl.

Crowley: Hello squirrel.


Crowley stood in front of Dean.

Crowley: it’s always a pleasure, seeing THE Dean Winchester. How’s that beautiful celestial being you’ve been boning doing?

Dean: Shut the fuck up! You don’t get to talk about her. Now, cut the crap, Crowley!

Crowley: Touchy touchy…geez.

Dean rolled his eyes.

Crowley: So what can I do for you, squirrel.

Dean: I just need some help finding a douchebag and then showing him what a piece of crap he really is.

Crowley smirked.

Crowley: Your talking about y/n ex boyfriend…aren’t you?

Dean: yes. How the hell did you know?

Crowley: King of hell, hello! I can help but I want a front row seat of the torture scene.

Dean annoyed. And grunted.

Dean: fine.

Within a blink of an eye, Crowley and Dean were at a bar.

Crowley: So this is where you take me out on our first date?

Dean: shut the hell up, Crowley! Damn!

Crowley: there he is.

——Deans pov—–

Crowley pointed to a man who looked like he tried way to hard to get laid and seem to fail each and every time.

He was flirting with some blonde chick. I was furious. I could feel my blood blocking under my skin and I was getting ready to burst.

I march up to him.

Dean: hey you!

Y/ex/N: what the hell do you want asshole?

Dean: Revenge.

I didn’t even think twice. I punch him square in the jaw before he could even take a step closer to me.

He fell hard on the ground and blood started to spill from inside his mouth. He tried to get up but I quickly pinned him to the ground and repeatedly punched him.

Dean: That’s for Y/N! You stupid son of a bitch.

Y/ex/N quickly realized what I was talking about.

Y/ex/N: Seriously?! That was all for that stupid ugly bitch! She deserved what she got.

Crowley was suddenly in front of y/ex/n and muttered.

Crowley: that was a mistake.

Y/ex/N looked at Crowley and didn’t even have time to react because I had already kicked him in the balls. As he fell on his knees he looked up at me.

Dean: She perfect! You worthless piece of crap! She deserved so much more than someone like you. If I ever see you near her, or touch, or talk to her in anyway. I will be right on your front door step with a shotgun in my hand.

With that I punched him one last time and he fell hard onto the ground. I walked out of the bar with Crowley following behind me.

We appeared outside of bunker.

Dean: ok, well thanks for that. Now get your ass out of here before I send you back to hell myself, Crowley.

Crowley: oh dean, such a flirt.

Crowley smirks. Snaps his fingers and disappeared.
Dean rolled his eyes and huffed as he walked back into the bunker. He slowly walked inside and heard someone from the kitchen.
He peered through the corner to see my beautiful girl making coffee.

——readers pov——

I hadn’t seen him half the day since I told him about my stupid ex. I was afraid he had done something.
Making coffee and lost in thought, I suddenly felt a pair a warm arms wrap around my waist from behind me.
Dean put his lips on my neck. He traced my bar strap along my shoulder. And turned me around.

Dean: God, I missed you.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Y: I missed you too.

You made two coffees and both sat down on the table. He couldn’t stop looking at you and smiling. And you couldn’t help but blush and smile back. It was quite but the eye conversation you both were having was filled with a million words.

Y: I’m sorry about the whole thing with my ex. It was so long along and I-

Dean cut you off.

Dean: y/n, you have nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t deserve that kind of pain. You are worth so much more. You are incredibly beautiful and sexy. I love you. And I would do anything to make you see that.

Y: thank you, baby.

Dean: of course. Anything for you, beautiful.

Dean got up from his seat and put his hand out. Gesturing you to take it. You grabbed it and he lead you to the bed you both shared.

Laying there you intertwined your fingers with his and both of you closed your eyes. But neither one of you was asleep.

Y: hey, dean?

Dean: yeah, baby girl?

Y: where were you today, anyways?

You didn’t see Dean smirk.

Dean: I was taking care of some much needed business.

He kisses you once again. Shutting your eyes, smiling, knowing exactly what he meant.

My first request! OMG! Thank you so much! Love ya guys <3 Like I said before I’m open for requests.

Third Time’s a Charm

an: A Halloween prompt, based on this ask. Enjoy!

ps - I will try to post more of The Dreams That Stuff Is Made Of soon!!

“Were you mad?”

“Oh, I was very mad,” Claire answers. “Extremely mad.”

“What did you do?”


“I can’t believe you made us do a couple’s costume.”

“What are you talking about?” Owen shoots her a look before redirecting his eyes to the road. “Everyone does couple’s costumes!”

Claire rolls her eyes. “They’re cheesy and cliché. Watch – there’s going to be another couple in these exact outfits.”

“King Tut and Cleopatra are badass,” he argues. “We’ll be the best dressed ones there.”

“This wig is already making my head itch.”

Owen throws a hand up. “Well, Cleopatra wasn’t a redhead.”

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