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Music Series: Jealous by Nick Jonas

**Warning! First Music Series story that contains smut, so don’t say you weren’t warned! (If you prefer the MS stories stay pure and sweet, let me know. This story just kind of wrote itself, so it happened. Blame Harry, not me. I was apparently channeling him. :)

I love stories about Harry being possessive of you, not liking when men flirt with you and such. I have a story I may work into blog form where Harry is absolutely adorable in his jealousy, but for now, enjoy this!

Written to the song, “Jealous” by Nick Jonas. Link to this song on my Spotify playlist called, Singing In The Shower: https://open.spotify.com/track/2woCw59DHRIb1vcyQ2a7Ca




I don’t like the way he’s looking at you

I’m starting to think you want him too

Am I crazy? Have I lost ya?

Even though I know you love me, can’t help it

Harry watches as you primp in the mirror. You’re excited to be going out to a big party with him. Many times when Harry is invited to things such as these, you stay home, not wanting to interfere constantly in his career this way. You knew that most times, these events were business and publicity, a ‘girlfriend’ being in the way, and you weren’t offended by it…much.

But tonight was different. You had specifically been invited by the host to come with Harry. It had felt like ages since you’d had an occasion to glam up like this, and you were going to look hot! You dressed in one of Harry’s favorite dresses, one he bought for you while traveling, just knowing you would look beautiful in it. You layered soft curls around your head, and applied your makeup perfectly for a night out on the town. As you spritzed on some of Harry’s favorite perfume, you looked at him as he stared holes through you.

“What?” you ask, worried. “What’s wrong? Is it too much? Should I change? I was afraid I was overdoing…” you ramble as you start to take off the dress, but Harry grabs your hands and refuses to let you do it.

“Nooo,” he said, holding your hands in his as he stood behind you, kissing your neck and shoulder. “Don’t you touch a thing. You look beautiful!”

You smile and finish and soon find yourself sitting next to Harry in the back of the chauffeured car, his hand rubbing yours gently.

“You look amazing, babe,” he says, staring at you again. “Damn.”

“Not every night I get to dress up,” you smile, happy your man is pleased. “You’re looking incredibly hot yourself, you know.”

He smirks and kisses your cheek.

As Harry makes his rounds through the party, being sure to talk to those he should, and stopping to smile into camera lenses for some, he looks around and sees you talking to a small group of people, one man in particular hovering a bit too closely. Harry excuses himself and begins walking toward you as his jealousy bone itches.

I turn my chin music up and I’m puffing my chest

I’m getting red in the face, you can call me obsessed

It’s not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect

It’s my right to be hellish. I still get jealous

You feel Harry’s hand on your waist as he kisses your cheek and smiles at the group of people. Harry looks at the man who had been looking at you in a way that Harry did not like. He raises his eyebrows at the man, shooting him a cocky glare as he caresses your side with his hand.

“Having a good time, baby?” Harry asks you, loudly enough for the man to hear.

“A wonderful time!” you say with a giggle, your drink already affecting you slightly. You are such a light-weight with alcohol!

Harry sees how the guy is still looking at you, and unapologetically excuses the two of you to leave the group. You loop your arm around his waist and squeeze closely to him as you walk.

“Gotta keep my eye on you, kitten,” he says into your ear over the sound of the music playing throughout the large room. “Everyone in the room wants you.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you say as he shrugs his shoulders. “You’re the only one for me anyway.”

I wish you didn’t have to post it out

I wish you’d save a little bit just for me

Protective or possessive, yeah

Call it passive or aggressive

As the party continues, Harry is once again pulled from you as he speaks with some business contacts, and a friend in the business here and there. He watches as you talk with someone Harry recognized as a friend of yours, gleeful at seeing she was at the party, too. He smiles as he sees you grab the hand of your girlfriend and walk to the dance floor in the center of the huge room, making her dance with you to the loud music. You hold your phone out in front of the two of you, snapping photos to save as memories, and make kissy faces into the camera, then dance along, holding your friends hand, uncaring what anyone thinks. Harry thinks you’re adorable.

Soon Harry can’t help himself, making his way to the dance floor, dancing with both you and your friend, as people around the area take photos of the three of you. As the upbeat song ends, you hug your girlfriend, who wanders to find her date, and you start to walk off with Harry. But you feel Harry’s hand grab yours as a slow song begins and he pulls you tightly to his body. He smiles at you, kissing you lightly then resting his cheek against yours.

‘Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants a taste

That’s why (that’s why)

I still get jealous

The feeling of being wrapped in Harry’s arms. The softness of his lips stealing kisses against your face and neck. The loving words whispered into your ear that only you can hear him say. In that moment, you are happy beyond words to be the person Harry has chosen to be with in his life. Your love for him ran deeply, and you had no hesitations in knowing he felt the same for you.

You’re the only one invited

I said there’s no one else for you

'Cause you know I get excited, yeah

When you get jealous too

As the two of you sway gently to the flowing music, you hear someone speaking next to you.

“Harry, may I get a photo with you, please?” the woman asked.

You turn and look at her, a bit unbelieving that she had ruined your beautiful moment together with Harry, then chuckling slightly at her balls, being unafraid to look at your man the way that she was.

Harry, being the kind, appreciative person that he always is, obliged the woman, giving you an apologetic look. You stepped away slightly, allowing her to get her photo with him, then waited for her to leave, but her balls were showing again as she continued talking to Harry and attempted a video with him. Harry saw the look on your face that she had such gall, and smirked slightly, teasing you by looking into the woman’s phone again and saying hi as she had requested.

As he giggles and turns again to see your reaction, his face fell slightly as he saw the man from before walk up behind you and speak into your ear, asking you to dance. You look at Harry with the same smirk he had just given you, but quickly remove it as you see his look change to one of anger.

I turn my chin music up and I’m puffing my chest

I’m getting red in the face, you can call me obsessed

It’s not your fault that they hover. I mean no disrespect

It’s my right to be hellish. I still get jealous

Harry stepped away from the woman with the phone without so much as another word and walked straight to you, putting his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the man quickly. You feel Harry grab your hand tightly in his and weave quickly through the crowd of people, pulling you behind him. Harry drags you into a hallway and knocks on a bathroom door, then opens it swiftly, bringing you inside with him and locking the door from the other side.

Before you can say a word, Harry has you pushed up against the bathroom door, his mouth on yours, kissing you fiercely. You return his passion, biting his lip slightly, making him moan.

“You’re mine!” he says, breathing heavily through his nose, nostrils flared, teeth gnashed together. “Fuckin’ only mine!”

“Fuckin’ right I am!” you smart. “I was about to rip that woman’s head off if she touched you one more time.”

You see his lip quiver up on the corner into a smirk, then kiss you forcefully again. You feel his hands quickly reach up under your skirt, pulling your panties down, as your hands unfasten his trousers and drop them to the floor. Harry lowers his pants as you wrap your legs around him, back pressed firmly against the back of the door, and groan loudly into his mouth as he plows into you. Harry felt how wet you were for him.

“That for me?” he says. “Soaked for me, are you?” You nod and moan in confirmation as Harry hammers his cock into you. You hear the door rattle loudly with every thrust inside you…but Harry doesn’t seem to care that you could both be easily discovered, so neither do you. Kind of exciting, if you had to admit.

“My baby,” he growls against your ear, pumping his hips as his strong arms and hands keep you in perfect position. “Mine!” he says firmly, his throat clinched tightly.

“Only yours, Harry,” you assure him as you nibble his jawline.

He moans loudly as you feel him swell inside of you, causing your walls to grasp tightly around his dick. You hear his breathing become loud and raspy against your ear, feeling a slight perspiration at his temple against yours. You feel your body begin to quake against his as his cock shoots his bullet-like seed deeply, rhythmically into you. You feel the mixture of his cum and yours dripping out of you and down the insides of your thighs, as he slows his thrusts, kissing you breathlessly, the door no longer thumping under his attack.

He smiles at you, feeling proud of taking his girlfriend in the bathroom at a huge party. He kisses you again, pulling paper towels from the wall dispenser, cleaning between your legs for you, then wiping his own mess away. After a quick wash and redress, his lips find yours one more time, as he unlocks the door to open it.

“No eye contact with anyone. Straight to the car,” he says, lacing his fingers into yours as he holds tightly to your hand. “Not done with you yet.”

'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants a taste

That’s why (that’s why)

I still get jealous

You Again?

Matt Murdock/ Reader

Words: 1,894

Summary: Maybe you were too much to handle. Maybe you believed too much in getting the justice ripped away from the citizens by the judicial system. Maybe Matt couldn’t find a way to respect both you and the law.

Request: Babe! I just had an idea and I know you are the perfect one to write it! Do you reckon you could please write a Matt Murdock / Reader where you are convicted for something (something you did, or maybe didn’t? Whatever fits with a snarky/sarcastic reader ;)) and he turns up as your attorney but you have bad blood from the past? Love ya Angel face x

Tagging: @kwaiky

Requested by: @ly–canthrope

Author’s notes: Thank you for endowing me with this request! This fic delves into a lot of social issues and I hope y’all can take away a lesson from it. Shameless self plug-in but I do run a Daredevil imagine blog so you can hit me with requests there! ( @imaginedaredevil). Created a minor OC pero…whatev she coo

You roll your eyes as the usual Detective Lamar appears in your holding room. If it weren’t for the cuffs, you would be slinging your arm around your chair and kicking your feet up on the table. Instead, you use your face to appear to be a force to be reckon with.

And a force you are.

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Taehyung Fluff

So I changed my URL because I decided I didn’t want my blog to include strictly EXO writings. I go through plenty of phases and I’m a fan of many groups, hence this Taehyung fluff that you’re about to read. If you’d like another part, please tell me. I hope you like it lovelies. Requests are welcome!


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aurembiaix submitted:

Hi! I promise I’m not a Jaime’s redemption apologist but still wonder: what’s his degree of implication or intellectual authorship in the Lannister regime? He obviously profits from it, he killed Aerys, pushed Bran, attacked Ned’s men, fought Robb… but the two main Lannister war-crimes, raiding the Riverlands and the Red Wedding, were rather Tywin’s responsibility. To me, Jaime seemed an action man, ready to carry any of Tywin’s (or ocasionally Cersei’s) ideas without a second thought, but not exactly a plotter. He seemed content with his life as Robert’s guard, could he have urged Cersei to kill him? What do you think?

I believe Jaime is content to be the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard for life, but I don’t think he was involved in Cersei’s plan to get Robert killed. (Maybe I’ve forgotten something in the text, though?) That being said, I think Jaime would have happily killed Robert without a second thought if he felt he had cause. Even Robert believed Jaime would have killed him, given cause, which is why he never hit Cersei on the face. 

Ned touched her cheek gently. “Has he done this before?”

“Once or twice.” She shied away from his hand. “Never on the face before. Jaime would have killed him, even if it meant his own life.“ 

What’s Jaime’s degree of implication or intellectual authorship in the Lannister regime?

What degree of implication do you assign to Erwin Rommel in the Nazi regime? 

… um … this post is gonna get wild. Assume this post contains mentions of everything you might expect as soon as I bring up Nazis (possibly extremely triggering), as well as some things you aren’t expecting. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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Summary: During a relaxing day off with the team, Bucky gets a little too laid back and says something that may change the dynamic of his friendship with you.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1368

Genre: Fluff. Humor.

Warning: None.

A/N: I’m sorry, I meant to post this yesterday but I’m such a wordy little shit! I really don’t think I’m capable of writing anything less than 1000 words lol.

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

No missions, no life or death situations, no fighting for your lives. This kind of thing didn’t happen often. It had almost become so rare that you all forgot what life was like without stress. But today you were going to take advantage. With the whole team being at the compound all at once, you were going to spend time together and relax in each other’s company.

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Birthday Present 🎂

Originally posted by sehudmj

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape



________PLEASE READ BELOW!________

This is a fictional story. Any similarities to real people are unintentional.

This story contains mature themes. All the stories on this blog are from the genre SMUT, but it may contain others.

TITTLE: Birthday Present 🎂

Tags: NSFW / + 18 / heavy smut / threesome / bisexual characters / sub and dom / BDSMish / spanking / daddy kink 

Featuring: Taehyung (V), BTS and Seunghyun (T.O.P), BIGBANG..

Writer: CL


  • 💌 ✔️ Requested by: anon  😎
  • Request said: “Requesting T.O.P Smut (perhaps where your 9-10 years younger than he? –still legal) and BTS Taehyung smut. Any sort of plot. Just need more Tae and Tabi and you’re the best!!!”
  • Request number: 08 (September 22nd, 2016)
  • Reader’s POV (cis woman). As I asked here and here I wasn’t sure about this plot until I decided to just follow my heart and put everyone in a beautiful story together. I’m sorry because I lingered a lot on this request, but I’m quite pleased with the result. Grab your bottle of holy water and happy reading! Don’t forget to change your underwear afterwords!
  • Word count: 1.869.



By reading this story you agree that you are 18 years or older.

The author does not authorize the reproduction of this material, fully or partially.


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More than just Stolen glances

A/n I’m going to submit something (duh) but I’d like to say I just found your blog and I’m obsessed! Also I’m in the mood for writing Newt fics so anyone feel free to send requests (self promo lame I’m sorry) anyways without further ado my fic:

(from @scamanderxreader: thank u @imagineswithfandoms for submitting this!!!)

Newt Scamander had fallen in love. He was too far gone and he didn’t mind. What bothered him was the fact that the person of admiration did not return such feelings. (Or so he believed but that is a matter to be discussed later.) He was merely a friend, a good friend you’d met through the Goldstein sisters.

Your h/c hair had just been brushed (and still was slightly frizzed). You wore a grey dress that stopped just at your knees and had a simple pattern embroidered on it. You were reading…well at least you were trying. Ok, so you might have been pretending to read as an excuse to watch a certain magizoologist.

You turned a page you’d barely skimmed and allowed your e/c eyes to glance at him. Newt Scamander was talking to Queenie about something. His copperish brown hair was messy and his light eyes seemed far off. You looked at him contently just mesmerized by him.

Newt dared to steal a glance in your direction, his eyes meeting yours and it felt like forever and way too short at the same time. Then he watched you return your gaze to your book. Newt wasn’t a jealous person, but he wished you’d pay as much attention to him as you did your books.

“Don’t worry,” Queenie’s voice snapped him out of his stupor.

“I wasn’t,” he awkwardly responded, not sure what the blonde was getting at.

“Let’s just say your much more interesting then a book.” Newt was about to ask Queenie not to do that anymore. Then she smugly added in a whisper, “at least y/n thinks so.”

Newt’s eyes were the size of saucers, “what?”

Queenie shrugged, “wouldn’t be right for me to tell you anymore.”

Newt sighed and Queenie let out a giggle at his exasperated expression.

Meanwhile you listened, you couldn’t make out their words but you could tell Queenie whispered something and giggled. You wondered what could possibly be so funny. Then you realized you were jealous, of Queenie and Newt. Boy, you had it bad.


“Y/n can you help me with something,” Newt asked you?

Queenie had left, she claimed to need to help Tina. That was about fifteen minutes ago. Obviously you’d say yes to Newt’s request. Then you realized you hadn’t answered yet.

“Of course,” you told him.

He led you over to his case, making you quirk an eyebrow. You’d yet to be in his case, first time for everything. You knew this was home to all his fantastic beasts. Newt jumped in and you quickly followed, stumbling slightly. Newt out of instinct grabbed your arm to stabilize you. You muttered a thanks as your face grew warm. Newt’s freckled face was dusted pink. After that situation was sorted he lead you to the Bowtruckles. You helped feed some and even met Pickett (who was strangely found of nestling in your hair.) then Newt lead you to many young Oocamy.

“Mummy’s here,” he greats them.

You smiled at the preciousness that was Newt Scamander. (A/n relatable) you continued to assist when necessary and just enjoyed his presence and all these creatures. After a long while in his case both of you sat down. Newt rambled about different habitats and creatures, which you found highly fascinating. Not only that but the way he got so excited was adorable.

“Sorry I’m probably boring you,” he apologized looking down.

Your heart instantly melted, “not at all Newt, I find it very interesting.”

“Really,” he sounded hopeful.

“Really,” you told him honestly.

Then a comfortable silence loomed over both of you. Everything was so amazing and perfect, you felt overjoyed. You turned to steal a glance at Newt and found him closer than before. You weren’t sure how it happened, but he kissed your cheek. It was soft, sweet, and innocent but it made your heart soar. A faint blush covered your cheeks and a smile played at your lips. The whole moment was one you were sure to never forget. You fell in love with him the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once. (A/n yes this quote)

Newt spoke up again, “we should go back. Tina and Queenie are probably home.”

You nodded, “yeah wouldn’t want them to worry.”

He took your hand as he led you back to the Goldsteins’ living room.

“Get dressed you two, we’re going out,” Queenie sounded excited.


You wore a light pink dress that glittered and was covered in tassels. It looked great on you as you sat down at a table with all of your friends. Newt held a tentative stare at your dress. Then his face felt warm as he forced himself to stare at something else.

“Y/n you should go get the drinks,” Queenis ordered you.

You replied, “ok what does everyone want?”

After memorizing the order you turned to walk away.

“Y/n I can come with you,” Newt offered.

He gave you a slight puppy dog look. You really wanted to say yes but you didn’t want to inconvenience him. Plus, you didn’t want to come off as too clingy.

“I’ll be alright Newt.”

“But y/n,” he persisted, pretending to be a child dragging out the end of your name.

It made you want to giggle, the way he acted. “I’ll be back really soon,” you told him, then you allowed your lips to brush his cheek.

“When did that happen,” Jacob inquired?

You walked up to the bar and gave the groups order. A tall man with blonde hair checked you out.

“Hello gorgeous,” his voice slurred, he was obviously drunk.

“Hi,” you kept your voice curt.

“What’s with the attitude doll? Now tell me what a pretty thing like you is doing here?”

The man had grabbed you and pinned your wrists.

“Y/n, I’m here to help you carry drinks,” a familiar voice told you. You’d never been happier to hear Newt. “Who’s this,” Newt questioned while assessing the situation?

“The guy that’s takin her home,” the man told Newt “who are you.”

“You aren’t taking her home, and I’m her boyfriend,” Newt growled.

Lucky for you the man was nearly a head shorter than Newt. He let you go and walked away, glowering.

You hugged Newt and he hugged you back. “Told you I should’ve come with,” Newt teased.

“Your were right, I should probably stay with you the rest of the night,” you joked.

Newt was still fairly mad about the whole situation. He knew you were only kidding but he didn’t care.

“Yep it’s the only way to ensure your safety,” Newt was serious.

You didn’t argue just took some drinks in one hand and held Newt’s in the other. He knew your act was innocent, you didn’t want to lose him in a crowd. Yet his stomach was still filled with butterflies.

“Sorry about what happened,” Jacob apologized.

“It’s fine, just a good thing Newt was around.”

Newt was was always nervous around you, but the fire whiskey helped. Queenie was with Jacob and Tina with some dark haired man she just met. This left you and Newt alone.

“Y/n sorry I claimed to be your boyfriend, I just knew he’d back off,” Newt told you.

“No need to apologize.” It’s not like I’d mind being your girlfriend, you thought.

Newt’s face was red, did he here you right? You knew something was up Newt was uncharacteristically silent.

“Really,” he inquired with a look of pure hope?

Realization dawned on you, you had said it out loud. “Newt that was an accident! I didn’t mean to say it out loud, I’m sorry.”

He let out a disappointed, “oh.” You prompted for more. “I thought you meant it.”

You quickly jumped in, “I did, I really did I just didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“So you wouldn’t mind being my girlfriend?”

“Of course not!”

Newt smiled to himself before he finally got enough courage. He leaned in and kissed you. Your lips touched and the feeling was electrical and spread through you.

“Will you be my girlfriend,” Newt asked?

“Definitely,” then you kissed him again.

Needless to say, it was finally more than just stolen glances.

How to have the hair conversation....

I remember the first time I had an incident with my first non-black boyfriend about my hair. He knew nothing of black hair, thought maybe it was just curlier than most. Boy was he naive then. Here’s how it went down…..

It was summer. Our first summer together as a couple. We became official basically the day after high school graduation and we spent that first summer together almost every day. And every day I (unintentionally) taught him something new about black culture or lifestyle. 

Personally, I’ve always gotten my hair pressed. Always. I go in, get it washed, blow dried, hot combed, curled…the works. Because of this I have avoided water and all water involved activities since I was like 8 years old. (Now if you’re not black and reading this, don’t get getting your panties in a twist…I do shower while using this magical little thing called a shower cap.) Anyways, pool parties, slip and slides, if my hair had been straightened in recent weeks, there was a 90% chance I’d be uninvolved. This continued until about 2 years ago when I stopped caring and decided I would get my hair wet whenever I wanted and then bop around with it natural for a while until I wanted to straighten it again. But I had not had this revelation while I was with him, so the water avoidance continued. 

It was a hot summer day when I drove to his house so we could hang out without his parents there (ooh la la). We watched movies, made out, got food. It was an amazing summer day except for one thing….it was sweltering outside. He and I live in an area of California that gets unbelievably hot in the summer. We’re talking like 100s almost every day. So of course, he had the brilliant idea to go swimming to cool off. 

Now for any other girl, this would’ve been an amazing plan. Strip down to a bikini, cool off in the pool, come back inside for ice cream or some other summer treat. But for me…not so much. I instantly shot down the proposal and said “Maybe another time.” But he was unwavering in his thought process. “How can you not want to go swimming it’s literally 100 degrees outside we need to cool off.” I tried to tell him we could deal for a bit longer, but alas…. there was no persuading him. 

Finally I just said, “I don’t want to get my hair wet.” 

“You’re joking right” he responded. 

But I was not joking. Not in the least. I tried my best to explain to him the complex texture of my hair and how if I got it wet it would take actual, real life hours to get back to being straight. But he wasn’t having it. He said we needed to go swimming! So I borrowed his little sister’s swim suit, and into the pool I went. 

I braided my hair and stayed above the water for the most part, until he did the unthinkable. As a joke, he pushed my shoulders down until my whole head was submerged under water. I. Was. Livid. My hair soaked and my blood boiling I jumped out of the water and ran back into the house. 

What I didn’t realize at that time, was that no matter how much I explained that I didn’t want to get my hair wet, to him it just sounded like a petty excuse. It sounded juvenile and nonsensical. And looking back, when I take a moment to be in someone else’s shoes and hear that I “don’t want to get my hair wet” on a day when you could fry an egg on the pavement, I can totally see how it would sound like the dumbest thing in the world.

After this incident he and I had a real talk about this and he even sat down and watched “Good Hair” with me. After about a year and a half of dating, he finally started to understand. 

It’s important that we realize how special we are as black women. So special in fact, that not a single other ethnic group has our texture of hair. We can’t expect everyone to understand why we have to go through all of the motions that we do in order to keep it healthy and growing. 

If you are dating outside of your race, don’t expect your man (or woman) to understand the complexities of black hair right off the bat. Take time to really explain it. Show them your natural hair, the process you go through every night and morning to keep it looking good, and if they still don’t respect it after that, then you two have other problems. 

Have “the hair conversation” before you get into any awkward situations or have to get into any pools you don’t want to! haha

Ask me questions or tell me about any crazy hair stories you’ve encountered! I want to hear them all and I’ll even post the best one to my blog!

Hope this helped you guys!


*Daveed Diggs x Reader

*Summary: Reader is Jasmine’s sister and is hanging out with the cast before a show. Her and Daveed get too close for Jasmine’s comfort.

*Warnings: Swearing

*A/N: So one of my nerdy ass friends is now an admin for this blog. He’s going to be dealing with the gay (AKA m/m fics, I’ll do f/f fics), and Supernatural stuff (I’m not really sure, I wasn’t listening to him when he was telling me. Sorry, dude). Anyways, he’ll mark his stuff with a D (he’s Admin Draco, that sinning nerd) and I’ll mark my stuff with an R (Admin Ridiculousn3ss). Also I’m kinda positive that someone did something kinda like this with Anthony Ramos instead, so if you know that and could tell me who that is so I can credit them, that’d be great. Also I might do a second part to this.

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Sam Drake x reader

Originally posted by spengs

For Anonymous

Prompt: 15 years ago you lost a man you had secretly loved since you were 18. It broke you into pieces. With Nathan retiring, you were left alone. But that man you thought was dead is actually alive, and looking for you.


It was late on a Saturday night, and the small bar you worked at was nearing it’s closing time. You wiped the bar as yet another drunk man had spilled his beer. You did like working at the bar, but sometimes you hated it. Bars were a familiar place to you. You and a very old friend of yours talked for hours in them. You hated remembering him as you were burdened by his death all those years ago. You loved him since you were 18, even when Nathan broke the news to you, you never stopped loving him. He never knew of course. But the way he flirted with you made Nathan suspicious of his feelings. Feelings you never got to know about.

“Another pint please, sweetheart.” But after his death, everything stopped but your love for him. You always will love him. For the rest of your life. “Oi, blondie? Pint please?” A usual, Bernie, sat on a stool at the bar, waving his empty glass in the air. Bernie was a nice bloke, funny.

“Sorry Bernie. Away with the fairies.” You showed a smile to Bernie before going to pour another pint for him.

“Again? You need to get away from here, sweetheart.Being around us drunken lot won’t help.” You placed the beer in front of Bernie and he paid his way.

“And go where? Neverland?” You joked, crossing your arms. Bernie chuckled.

“Now you sound like one of us. A sign you spend too much time here.”

“I work here, Burnie. Can’t exactly pick up my bags and leave.” You so wanted to get out of here and travel like you use to do with Nathan and Sully, but Nathan is at home with Elena and Sully is god knows where.

“Fuck this place. You’ve always been too good for here. Get out, adventure to unknown lands.” Bernie didn’t know anything of what you used to do. No one did but the inside group of Nathan, Sully, Elena, Chloe and Cutter.

“I would but I got rent to pay.” You flashed him a smile and served last orders. You then had to kick everyone out and lock up. But one man in the corner didn’t budge. “Excuse me dude, but it’s closing time. Get outta here before the muggers get you.” You joked, collecting empty glasses from the tables.The man still didn’t budge. “Am I going to have to kick you out myself cause I will.” You warned. You were a tough cookie, tougher than most. Adventuring made you like that.

“I don’t doubt that you will, (nickname).” You froze. No one was aloud to call you that nickname but one person. The man you loved. Sam. The man stood up and came into the light, revealing his true identity. It was Sam. Sam Drake. The same Sam Drake that died 15 years ago. He aged of course, got another tattoo. But no matter how much he changed, he was till your Sam.

“Sam?” You had to lean on the bar as the shock of Sam being alive hit you. But he was dead. Nathan told you. Had Nathan lied? No of course not, Nathan would never lie about something like that.

“How you doin, doll?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile. Sam was here, he was breathing, he was alive.

“But you died. Nathan told me.” Your breathing was fast as you trying to wrap your head around what was happening.

“He thought I did. But the doctors at the prison worked hard.” Sam lifted up his shirt and show you three bullet holes in his abdomen. You couldn’t believe he survived this. “Kept me living. Then chucked me back in a cell. I tried to write to you but thought not to scare you.” Sam took a step towards you. You were still trying to get your head round it that Sam, a dead man, is actually alive. Your love for him sky-rocketed back up to your mind.

“How did you get out?” You asked, fighting the urge to hug him once more.

“Broken out by a drug lord called Alcazar. He was my cell mate for a while. But because he broke me out, I owe him half of Avery’s treasure.” You frowned? Avery’s treasure? Henry Avery?

“Avery? The pirate Avery?” You asked.

“Yeah. I have three months to do so, so I wanted to find you then find Nate.” Nate. Of course Nate. But he’s retired. Settled down.

“What if you don’t get it to him in time?” You asked.

“He will kill me. For real this time.” You sighed rubbing your temple with your fingers. You thought you were done with this life. You were ready to move on. Sam just had to come back didn’t he and ruin all that? “I got no other options, Y/N. You, Nate and Sully are my only way out of this. Please. All those days out together had to have meant something.” That hit you. He actually remembered the days out you took together.

“Nate is retired, Sam. He’s married to a wonderful women. I don’t know what he’s going to say.”

“He’s my brother, he surely won’t let me down.” You nodded slightly agreeing with him. But Nathan did make it clear his adventurer days were over. “Now enough about me, what about you? How long you worked here?” He turned his attention to your life without him.

“About a year. It pays the rent so.” A silence fell upon you and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You couldn’t be away from him any longer.”God damn it,Sam.” You started to cry and you moved foreword an hugged the man you loved. He hugged you back. You just cried into his chest as he hugged you.

“It’s okay. I’m here now. I ain’t going no where.”

“I love you.” You blurted out, not realising what you just said. You couldn’t take it back now, even if you didn’t want to.

“I love you too, shortie.” He hugged you tighter and kissed your head. Even though there was still a lot of shit to sort out till Sam was yours, right here it felt like it was just you and Sam. No one else.


Ever sine I’ve played this game I’ve been dying to do a Sam Drake one shot. Luckily someone requested one today so I got my chance to get one out. I may push loads out as I just love Sam. 

If you have any requests just click on my blog and message me or send me a fan mail. Just tell me the person you want it with and what scenario. I’ll ty and get them out quicker this time as I was so lazy last time. Won’t happen again.

what’s going to work?

[reposted because accidental blog deletion]

on Ao3 | on ffnet

I had an ap phsyics session saturday and couldn’t stop thinking, man Adrien would love this. I also had a really bad group project experience and just…sorta needed to write solid friendships and all. My excuse is that I wanted to practice writing Alya and Nino. Also, let’s pretend the ceilings of their classrooms are low enough reach from a table. We can pretend, right?

Also, thank you so much for the incredible response to Brick Walls! It’s been less than a week and it’s gotten 500 kudos [now almost 1.5k what the heck!!!], and honestly, I’m absolutely speechless! I love you all! <3

I know I’ve done this every time, but @zoenightstars​​, thank you.

“So what we need to do,” Adrien says, moving the paper clip three centimeters to the left, “is shift the entire second row about fifteen centimeters. That should shift the center of gravity enough for it to balance.”

Alya nods slowly. “Riiiiiggghhhhtttt.”

Nino holds out the tape dispenser. “You do you, man. I mean, you do know what you’re doing, right?”

Adrien shrugs. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Great,” Marinette mutters. “So none of us know what we’re doing.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I request some Poe smut😁 like the reader keeps teasing him in public & just finally takes her away & you know ;) thanks! I love your imagines & I think you're a great writer :)

A/N: Haha I love this ;-). Okay, so as you all know I have decided I am no longer going to be writing smut. I hope that what I’ve written here is alright, but just know that I am sorry I had not made that decision before these requests were sent. Thanks for your requests, though! - Camila

Warnings: Slightly NSFW

Prompt: The reader keeps teasing Poe, and things get a bit heated. 

Please note that this blog will be going on hiatus after my inbox is empty!

As soon as Poe came into your line of vision, you could not help but to allow a sly smirk to stretch across your face. The young pilot made his way toward you, his eyes glued to the floor, as he tried to walk out of your way. Unfortunately for him, however, you made it to him before he could step into the other room.

Reaching out, you placed your arm in front of him so he could not walk away, “Going somewhere, Dameron?”

With a smile, Poe finally looked at you. The fact of the matter was, this was just how your friendship was: you two would tease each other (though, you thought that maybe you got a bit carried away at times. Besides, most of his teasing was in private). “Just making my way to the hangar to check up on the ship.”

“You don’t wanna join me for lunch?” While you were speaking to him, a group of your friends - who were eager to get to the cafeteria - stood behind you. “It would be so much more fun with your company.”

With a slight sigh, Poe let his eyes glance back toward the direction of the hangar bay and then back to you and your friends. “Sure, I’m hungry anyway.”

“Oh, I bet you are,” You whispered in his ear so you group of friends were unable to hear. You were a bit pleased with yourself when you felt Poe tense up beside you.

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History Part 1

Request:  Imagine where Scott finds out that his older sister(reader) used to date Derek and that they both still have feelings for each other. I don’t care if this is smut or not, just what ever you feel like writing. I love all the Derek imagines you have been writing

Author’s Note: I like this request a lot c: I’m going to make this imagine into a few parts because I have a lot of ideas! As always, enjoy! :)

Warnings: None that I can think of c:


Here I was, back in Beacon Hills, my good old home town. I just graduated from college and I was moving back to start my life here, close to my family. I had found a small apartment in town, just the right size for me. I didn’t need much space, just room for my short list of belongings. As I pulled up outside of my family’s house, excitement grew within me. It had been months since I’d seen my little brother and my mom, and I couldn’t wait to hug them again and catch up on everything going on.

“Helloooo!” I called as I walked in the door. I was met with silence at first, and then quick footsteps.

“Y/N? Oh my god!” my brother yelled, running toward me and attacking me with hugs. I couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement, huge smiles on both of our faces.

“Scotty!” I said, hugging him tightly. “I’ve missed you so much! Geez, you’ve seriously grown!”

“Isn’t it great?” he replied, pulling back from our embrace. “What are you doing home?”

“Well, as you know, I just graduated,” I explained, walking into the living room and sitting on the couch. Scott plopped next to me. “Now I’m moving back! I have an apartment downtown.”

“Wait, seriously?!” The grin that lit up his face made me laugh as I nodded. “Oh my god, that’s great! Does Mom know?”

“Yeah, Mom knows. I made her keep it a secret from you so that it would be a surprise,” I said, punching his large arm lightly. “Speaking of Mom, where is she?”

“At the hospital working a double,” Scott told me.

“Well, I have some boxes and stuff that I need help moving into my place. I already got the big furniture moved in so we don’t have to worry about that. What do you say we get it all set up, huh?” I offered. Scott nodded and ran to get his shoes. “Why don’t you call Stiles and tell him to meet us at my place so he can help, too. I’ll order us some pizza after and we can hang out and catch up.”

“Sounds perfect!” Scott and I drove across town and started to unload things while we waited for Stiles. When he pulled up, he was just as excited to see me as Scott was. Stiles was like my other little brother. I watched him grow up with my actual brother, so it was only natural that we were like family. After awhile, we got everything moved in and unpacked. I ordered the pizza and the boys nearly wolfed it down. That night we hung out, staying up late talking and laughing and catching up on everything. 

When they left, I let out a yawn, falling into bed. My mind wandered as I laid in the darkness. I was so glad to finally be back home and starting a new life here. I pulled out my phone, scrolling through some things, when his name popped up in my head.

Should I call him? I thought, biting my lip. Just to tell him I’m back…

No. I shouldn’t do it. I stared the phone screen, the undialed numbers calling out to me. With a sigh, I put it down and turned away.

Derek is in the past. This is a new start. I had to keep telling myself that until I fell asleep, slipping into dreams filled with black hair and gorgeous green eyes.


For the next few days, I spent most of my time in my apartment with Scott and Stiles. I let them play video games while I got my place all set up, filling my bookshelves and hanging a few decorations on the walls. My mom and I had gone shopping the day after I got back and bought some more furniture, decorations, dishes, towels, everything I needed. I was loving putting it all together, making it my own. 

I started to notice some odd things over the next week, like how Scott and Stiles would get strange phone calls and make up some excuse to leave. They never gave me details, always exchanging that look that meant they were up to something. I tried to brush it off and not pry, but it stayed at the back of my mind.

After about a week and a half of being back, I was falling into a routine. I had most of my stuff together and things seemed to be going really well. I loved seeing my brother and my mom and spending time with them again. I loved it so much, in fact, that I was bringing dinner over to the house for us as a surprise.

When I walked in, though, I was met by a group of teenagers sitting in teh living room, all eyes landing on me.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” Scott said a bit awkwardly, his mouth slightly parted. I raised an eyebrow at him. I recognized Stiles and Lydia, but not anyone else.

“Hey…everyone,” I greeted, giving a tiny wave. They returned it with a small chorus.

“We’re uh, having a study group meeting,” Scott told me. I looked down at the bag of food in my hand and pursed my lips.

“Well, I don’t think there’s enough food for all of you,” I joked. “But do you want me to order you guys a pizza or something?”

“That’s alright, but thanks, sis.” I gave my brother and the others a smile before walking into the kitchen slowly. I set the bag down on the counter and leaned against it, my eyebrows furrowing. 

Study session? Since when do Scott and Stiles study? I thought. Then it hit me. Nobody had any books or notes or anything out. I listened closely and could hear some whispered talking coming from the other room. Annoyance building in me, I decided to march in there and find out what the hell was actually going on.

“Alright, what’s-” I started as I headed into the living room. I stopped mid-sentence, freezing in place as my eyes landed on a familiar black leather jacket.

No. It can’t be. 

Oh, but it was. My eyes were the size of saucers as they scanned the large, muscular build. I took in his dark, spiky hair, the scruff on his face, the beautiful green eyes that were staring right back at me.

“Derek..” I breathed, feeling myself blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t seeing anything.

“Y/N?” he asked quietly, disbelief in his tone. Derek took a few slow steps my direction. I stayed rooted to the spot I was standing in, not able to form words. “What are you- doing here?”

“I, uhm- I graduated. Moved back,” I told him, fidgeting with my hands a bit. I felt that everybody else was staring at us, but I didn’t care. My focus was on the man in front of me.

“When did you get back in town?” he inquired. I swallowed visibly, shifting my weight.

“About a week and a half ago…”

“Wait. You two know each other?” Stiles chimed in, standing up now. Derek and i snapped from our trance and spun to face everyone quickly.

“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled, feeling awkward and on the spot.

“How?” Scott asked, confusion all over his face. Derek and I looked at each other. My mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. My gaze fell to the floor as I sighed. Derek decided to go ahead and give him the answer.

 “Y/N and I…we used to date.”

anonymous asked:

Love this blog so much. You all are amazing. Would it be possible to have Frank randomly run into Jamie and either a pregnant Claire or Claire with baby Faith somehow in Modern Glasgow AU?

Modern Glasgow AU

“-And it seems that the fairy tale series has been selling well, so we expect the author to order another print run – ”


Jamie twisted over his shoulder to find Rupert sticking his head through the crack between the wall and the glass door.

“Apologies – but Alec’s meeting is running over and he’d like you to keep one of the authors company while he waits?”

Jamie turned back to the small group gathered around the conference room table – Willie, Angus, a few interns they’d picked up for the fall term. He slid the weekly agenda over to Willie and pushed back his chair. “If you’ll excuse me?”

“Sure, Jamie. I’ll run through the numbers.”

Jamie clapped Willie on the back as he stepped out of the room, following Rupert as the older man barreled down the narrow hallway.

“I’ll have him come to yer office, then? He’s a prospect – got a book about the ’45 and the Bonnie Prince that he’s been shopping around to all the publishing houses. Alec’s slated to give him the sell, but it can’t hurt for him to hear from you as well.”

“Aye – I’ll do my best.”

Rupert stopped in front of Jamie’s office and clapped him on the back. “Good lad. I’ll send him in.”

Jamie nodded and padded across the tiny office, settling his long legs in the chair behind his desk, shifting around invoices and galleys to open up some space.

Footsteps in the doorway. “Jamie?”

He looked up – to see Rupert accompanied by a dark-haired man dressed in a suit and dark green sweater vest, the perfect curl of a red tie edging over the knit v.

Jamie rose and extended his hand in welcome. “Jamie Fraser. And you are – ”

“This is Professor Frank Randall, of the University of Glasgow.”

Jamie gripped the man’s hand, heart leaping to his mouth. A Dhia.

“So lovely to meet you,” the older man said in his proper English voice.

Jamie blinked – then remembered his manners, gesturing to the chair at the other end of his desk. “Please.”

Rupert grinned and waddled out of the office, closing the door with a definitive shut.

Jamie wanted to be anywhere but with this man – who he knew all too well, but who likely knew not a thing about him.

Well then.

“I understand ye’re looking to publish a book about the Jacobites?”

Frank’s face lit up. Jamie observed that despite his youth, harsh lines cut beside his mouth.  “Yes – I’ve been researching it for the past few years – even did a sabbatical in New York for six months. I’m especially interested in exploring the various parties that financed the Jacobites – English lords, the French and Spanish kings, and so on. It’s not something that’s been explored at length – usually people are fixated on the Bonnie Prince and Culloden and all that.”

Jamie pursed his lips, the man who had voted Yes! screaming within at the man who needed to put up a neutral face for the sake of his company. “I see. And who is the target audience?”

Frank settled back in the chair. Jamie noticed the glint of a gold wedding band on the man’s left hand. Interesting. “Well, academics and historians, of course. But I’m hoping it will attract a more mass audience as well – popular history. Perhaps the BBC or Channel Four can make a documentary out of it – that’s why I want to publish in Scotland, rather than down in London.”

Jamie clenched his fist at the thought that this man – or any Englishman – would host a television special on events that had directly led to suffering for his ancestors. “That sounds ambitious. Have ye any experience in that sort of thing? Television, I mean?”

Frank smiled – but Jamie noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes. “My wife tells me that my head is in the clouds far too often. The perils of being an academic, I suppose. But to answer your question – I don’t, but with the recent Culloden anniversary, and the vote a few years past, it’s definitely a topic on people’s minds.”

Jamie nodded, focused on the framed photograph facing him – Claire nuzzling Faith’s wee cheeks – drawing strength just from the image of them. His girls. His life.

“Yer wife sounds like a wise woman. Have ye been married long?”

Frank tilted his head at Jamie – curious. “She is wise beyond her years. We married last spring – she helped me with the research for the book. We met while I was in New York.” Absently he twisted his wedding ring around his finger, his eyes settling on Jamie’s hands, lying flat on the table, and his own wide silver wedding band. “I assume you’re married as well?”

Jamie smiled slowly. “I am. Oddly enough, we met on a flight from New York to Glasgow.”

“Did you? That’s fascinating. Is she American?”

Jamie sat up a bit straighter. “No – she’s English. From Oxfordshire, actually. But she’d been living here in Glasgow – she was working as a nurse at the time.”

Frank’s dark brows furrowed – torn between confusion and disbelief.

“And she was in New York because she had been visiting you.”

Frank blinked. His face went blank in shock.

“My God – it’s you.” His voice was cold. So cold.

Jamie held Frank’s gaze and tilted his chin in challenge. “Aye. We wed four weeks later. Our first daughter was born last year.”

No emotion flitted across Frank’s face – not anger, not rage, not surprise. He was perfectly still. And it chilled Jamie to the core.

“First daughter?” Frank’s voice was emotionless – but Jamie could tell when rage was being held in check.

Jamie swung around the picture so that Frank saw it. “Aye. Our second daughter is in Claire’s belly.”

A long, silent beat. Tension crackled. Whatever Frank had been expecting – it certainly wasn’t this.

And then the door creaked open to reveal Rupert, boisterous and oblivious. “Professor Randall? Alec will see ye now.”

Frank nodded, rose, shot an icy glare at Jamie, and stormed through the doorway. Rupert glanced a question at Jamie. “What did ye – ”

“Dinna fash – I didna do anything. He’s an ambitious man, but I don’t think it’ll amount to anything.”

Rupert scratched his whiskers, thinking. “I’ll pass that on to Alec, then.  Will ye be going back to the meeting?”

Jamie shook his head. “Willie is more than capable of finishing it up. I think I’ll call my wife and then head home.”

Rupert shrugged. “Whatever suits ye. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

Jamie unlocked the screen of his phone – smiling at the picture of an ecstatic, toothless Faith clad in the tartan onesie Murtagh had given her for Christmas. “Aye. I’ll see ye.”

As the door clicked shut, Jamie dialed Claire’s number, sighing in relief when she picked up.

“Jamie? What is it?”

Mo nighean donn,” he breathed.

Finding Hope

Reader request: can u do one where the reader is emo, and the avengers assume its like a phase cuz she’s still young (late teens early 20’s) they don’t realize that its actually her depression manifesting into her outward appearance, until they see her blog with cutting and her art work thats really dark and depressing, and then they see its a big deal and they need to talk about this and idk how to end it or whatever


“Good job, team! Much better than last run,” Steve yelled out with a smile. You plopped down onto the ground and began packing your stuff as quickly as you could. You and the rest of the Avengers had just finished up a particularly intense training session that you knew was going to leave you hurting for the rest of the night and into the next day. Not only were your muscles shot from all of the sprints, jumps, dodging and sliding, but using your powers to manipulate atmospheric electricity for so long was extremely taxing. You tried not to compare yourself to the other members of the team who had been training together much longer, but watching them work so effortlessly and confidently always left you feeling hopelessly out of place and inferior.

You looked down at your shaking hands with a sigh. “I used to have such steady hands, but now I can’t keep them from shaking,” you sang quietly to yourself as you zipped up your backpack. “What was that, Sparks?,” Natasha asked you, using the nickname you had been given by Clint on your first day with the team. “Nothing,” you replied quickly. Just a Wonder Years song.”

“Ugh, you and your whiny sad excuse for rock music,” Tony jeered out, rolling his eyes. You smiled, but felt your heart sink a little; attacking the music you loved almost felt like an attack on who you were. After all, who could understand your pain better than your favorite bands? “Hey, you don’t hear me calling you out for still listening to Sabbath, old man,” you teased. “HOW DARE YOU TAKE THE NAME OF SABBATH IN VAIN?!” Tony yelled, his eyes widening dramatically as he placed a hand over his arc reactor. You gave a forced laugh and turned to walk back into the Tower.

“Hey, Y/N, don’t you want to go get dinner with us? I feel like I could eat a burger or 10 right now,” Clint said. You felt unease as all eyes turned upon you, but hid your discomfort well. “Nah, I’m not that hungry, surprisingly. I’ll just go shower, grab some chocolate milk, maybe throw on some mac n cheese. Have fun, though!” You felt bad lying to them – people who you actually considered to be friends – but you knew you wouldn’t be any fun at dinner. Right now, all you wanted was to be alone in your room.

Once you were out of earshot, Tony asked the group, “Do you think she’s still upset that I called her Queen of the Underworld when she showed up with her hair black last week?” “I don’t think she’d let your rudeness get to her, Stark. She just looks beat,” Natasha replied simply. “She looked like she got ran over by a bus,” Pietro quipped. Wanda smacked him. “Pietro, be nice!”

Bruce stood up. “She just needs some space, guys. Remember, she was on her own for awhile before she came here. And she’s only 21 – bit of a generation and,” he looked at the twins and Thor, “culture gap here.”

“But she’s been with us for months, Banner,” Thor said with a frown. “I wish she would come join us more outside of training. She really is quite funny.”

Bruce sighed. “Just give her time. She’ll get more comfortable with the whole ‘big crazy family’ thing eventually.“

“Just like you did, huh?” Natasha said, poking his ribcage.

“She’s fine, she just likes having some time to herself. Now c’mon, I really am starving,” Clint said. While the conversation turned toward who was paying this time, Steve’s thoughts still remained fixed on you. “I’ll talk to her after dinner, see if she’s really OK,” he thought to himself. “She may be smiling, but her eyes … she’s in pain. She looks distant, like she’s off somewhere else. Maybe she just needs someone to talk to.”


You felt the sting of your knee again as you tripped in training, the crippling waves of embarrassment that left your cheeks hot and made you want to claw out your insides as you knew everyone was watching.

”Stupid, worthless,” you thought flatly before carving a neat line onto your upper thigh. You breathed out as you watched the crimson pool and trickle sideways over the soft flesh.

You felt the tears of frustration that sprang to your eyes involuntarily when Pietro danced around all of your fiercest attacks before easily knocking you down. You blinked furiously as he helped you up chuckling and even congratulated him, laughing yourself. But your throat felt tight as you thought furiously, “Don’t you dare fucking cry in front of them. Stop being a baby.”

”I’ll never be as good as they are. I’m so much weaker.”

Another line, another quick stinging sensation followed by the sense of release you felt as you watched your blood flow down. 

“That’s right, get out of here.”

You felt in control, you felt distracted. Another slice. And another.

You always thought you had a handle on your depression. You had never been clinically diagnosed, fearing that others would perceive you differently or that medications would change you into someone else, but you knew you had it. So much unexplainable sadness and anger and numbness and tired, oh so tired. But over the past few years, the constancy of the feeling of spinning out drove you to self harm. It made you feel better; it was how you coped. It had been so long, you didn’t really feel as if you didn’t seem to know any other way for you to survive. Not cutting was foreign, an alien prospect. You found solace in your music and retreating into your own world, creating a blog for all of your musings and art that reflected your turmoil. “Van Gogh’s last words were that ‘the sadness will never end,” you wrote on an angled picture of your scarred arm a few years back. “I think he was onto something.” There were more like that scattered on your blog, fresh self harm cuts, quotes about suicide … you knew that you wouldn’t actually take your own life, but sometimes it really did seem like a better option than to continue living trapped in your own head. It was just reassuring to see that others felt like you did.

“How does it feel when tears freeze when you cry? The blood in your veins is 20 below,

” Ronnie Radke’s voice sang passionately out of your phone. You paused it, deciding that it was time to shower and wash off the remnants of the dried blood. You took both your phone and your clothes into your adjoining bathroom, and left your laptop sitting innocently with its screen open on your desk, not realizing that you hadn’t locked the door to your room – or that your friends would be returning soon from dinner.


”Where you off to, Rogers?” Clint asked as Steve took a left turn down the hall instead of his usual right.

“I want to check on Y/N. I know you guys think she’s ok but I’m not so sure. I know that look she had today. She wasn’t just tired, it was like she was in a different world. She seemed sad.” Steve replied seriously.

Clint shrugged. “Alright, let us know if she needs anything.”

Steve nodded and continued walking toward your bedroom. “Y/N?” He called out. When there was no answer, he tentatively pushed opened the already ajar door, peeking in to see if you were already asleep. He was greeted, however, with your voice singing off key in your shower. He laughed to himself, starting to turn around when he stopped abruptly at the sight of drops of blood on your hardwood floor. “What the -” Steve looked around, his gaze settling on the open laptop screen, his pulse quickening as a sickening sense of dread filled him. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered quietly, sitting himself in your desk chair and scrolling through the page. Haunting song lyrics, pictures of your cuts, black and white pictures of girls crying with suicidal quotes, posts about Van Gogh “really being onto something,” as you had put it … Steve couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He expected something was wrong, but this, this was a whole different level of than he was prepared for.

Steve bolted upright as you emerged from the shower, your dark hair twisted up in a towel and clad in an oversized A Day to Remember tshirt and boxers. “WHAT THE FUCK?” you cried out, clasping your chest as you realized it was just Steve. “Cap,” you wheezed out with a soft chuckle. “You could’ve knocked, buddy.” He didn’t laugh. “Y/N,” he started. You took in his unnerved expression and you felt your heart drop with a thud in your chest as panic set in, your eyes quickly moving to your laptop that had just been closed shut. You felt as if every fiber of your being had been exposed, like you were being scrutinized under a blinding microscope. “Steve, that’s just an art blog. I just go on there sometimes when I’m upset, it’s nothing to worry -” “Nothing to worry about?! Y/N, that was your arm on there. Your cuts. You think you hurting yourself and wanting to kill yourself and keeping it from all of us is nothing to worry about?!”

”I’m not going to fucking kill myself!” You burst out angrily. “You don’t get it because you don’t feel like this, you don’t know how I feel and this is exactly why I kept it from you guys because I knew you’d act like I was crazy.” You felt your breathing speed up as you tried desperately to keep tears from coming out. “I’m not going to kill myself but sometimes I just need it to all stop, OK? I know I’m fucked up, I know what I do is fucked up, but it’s the only time when I ever have some sort of release from all the pain and the anger and,” you broke off with a shaky laugh as the tears started to come” from feeling so FUCKING upset and overwhelmed. I need this, Steve. I can’t - I can’t,” your chest started heaving and you drew your face toward your chest, clutching at your hair with your hands.

Steve moved toward you quickly, scooping you into his arms. “Shhhh, you’re gonna be OK, Sparks. But you need help. And the team needs to know.”

”NO!” you screamed out. “Steve, please, I’m begging you, you guys are the only ones I have. I can’t have everyone thinking I’m fucking insane please don’t do this I’ll stop I promise just please don’t make me tell them,” you choked out.

Steve cupped your face in yours. “Y/N. This is serious. They need to know. If it was one of us, you would want to help, right?” You nodded miserably. “But it’s not the same,” you whispered. “It’s me. I’m such a fuck up.” “No, you aren’t. You’re just in a lot of pain. It’s going to be OK.” Steve pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you some help, OK?”


You sat huddled in a ball on the couch in the living room, your arms wrapped around your knees as Steve radioed the team in. “Group meeting in the living room, now. Sparks needs our help.” As you heard the sound of quick footsteps moving throughout the tower, you only retreated further into yourself. “Steve, I think I’m going to honestly throw up,” you muttered. “They’re all going to think I’m a freak.” “No, they won’t. We all love you, kid. They’ll just want you to feel better.” You gave out a harsh laugh. “You think it’s that fucking simple?” You scooched away into the farthest possible corner of the couch, tucking your head down again.

One by one the team trickled in, coming over near you. “Prințesă, what’s wrong?” Pietro asked rubbing your shoulder with a concerned expression. “Did she get attacked?” Natasha asked immediately. “What’s going on?” Bruce inquired. Your breathing grew shallow as the barrage of voices flooded your senses, a dizzying sense of panic flew threw you as you cried out.

”STOP IT,” you yelled, a quick burst of electricity emanating around your body. Everyone took three steps back. Wanda broke the silence. “Y/N, love, what is the matter? You can talk to us.”

You kept your gaze locked on your knees. “Captain fucking America came into my room while I was in the shower and found out that I’m an emo self harming piece of shit,” you said loudly, your voice catching as your throat tightened. “I don’t know, I think I’ve always been depressed but it got really bad and the only way to stop it was with cutting. Now that you all know I’m a fucking mess, go ahead and kick me off the team. I don’t deserve to be here with you guys” you whispered, burying your head in your arms as you cried silently.

”Y/N,” you looked up to the sound of Bruce’s gentle voice. “Hey,” he sat down on the couch cushion next to you. “I want you to listen to me. You are not a mess, OK? You’re a human being. And human beings can get mental illness, just like any other illness. Trust me, I’m a doctor,” he said with a small smile. You wanted to smile back, but you just couldn’t. “Look, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Depression doesn’t make you weak.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know if you know this, but I tried to kill myself a few years ago.” Your eyes widened and you reached for his hand and squeezed hard. “I’m so sorry, Bruce.” He continued. “But I’m here now. And are you looking at me saying I’m crazy or a fuck up?” He smiled gently and this time you managed a weak one in return, shaking your head. “Exactly. No one here is going to treat you like you’re a psycho just because of this. The way your brain is making you feel. You don’t have to go through this alone, Y/N.”

”Y/N, you are one of the kindest, funniest and most excellent warriors I know! Just because you are sad or angry and your mind won’t let you be rid of that does not make you any less wonderful,” Thor said, dropping down near the couch to pat your leg.”

“Yeah, Sparks. I’ve done the whole mind control thing. It sucks,” Clint said, gaining a small, sniffly laugh from you. “I look at mental illness as something like that. Obviously, none of us want you hurting yourself, but without some sort of help to ease that, it’s no wonder you went to extreme measures. Let’s get you feeling better, ok?”

”You’ve got a green rage machine, a wannabe Daryl Dixon, a human Ken doll, twins that are basically knockoffs of Dash and Violet, a Norse god, one deadly ex-ballerina assassin who speaks LATIN and a guy who runs on a battery,” Tony joked. “You’re not the freak here, kiddo. But seriously, we’ve got your back. Banner here can even get you meds to help you shake out that fog in no time. It worked for me after I got all panicky/anxiety/PTSD about New York.”

You looked up at all their faces, smiling with encouragement. They weren’t looking at you like a monster. Your eyes filled with tears. “You guys are just so nice,” you burst out before dissolving back into waterworks. You laughed as you felt yourself being covered in hugs from all angles and collective “awwws.” You broke apart, turning to Steve.

”Sorry I was kind of a dick, Steve. I was just so scared. But thank you for helping me to face this. He pulled you into a bear hug. “That’s what families are for, Y/N.”

For the first time in a long time, you felt hope stir within you.

Request: Most Kickass Thing I've Seen All Day

Request: Hello lovely! I know you have a lot of requests right now but could you possibly do a den x reader fic where the reader is getting cornered by a group of drunk guys and dean is going to rescue her but she breaks one of the drunk dudes arms and seems fine while doing that but afterward she breaks down since it was actually really scary and dean helps her get through it? And they’ve known the reader for a while? Thank you so so much! You have a wonderful blog! It’s perf bae

Word Count: 785

Aw, thanksie<3 Here it is, I hope you like it! Thanks for being so patient:3

Warning: Slightly threatening bit with drunk guys sorta harassing reader, but she fixes it. Nothing bad, just letting you know.

“I’m going to head out. See you later?” You prod Dean’s shoulder, drawing his attention away from the blonde before him. He nods.

“Alright, whatever.”

You roll your eyes but laugh, straightening up and heading out of the bar.

Stepping into the cool night air, your attention is immediately commanded by a hollering from your right. Sparing the group of guys a glance, you realise that the group of about six drunk guys’ attention is focused on you.

Keeping your gaze ahead, you take a breath, watching the white cloud dissipate in the cool night air and take a step forward.

“Hey, hot stuff, boyfriend stand you up?”

You spin to see one of the guys leering at you. You instinctively cross your arms over your body and turn away from them, but upon hearing footsteps coming towards you, you turn back, not wanting to be caught off guard.


“Want to come have some fun?” Another of them grins. As they surround you, you can smell the reek of alcohol.

“I’d really rather not. I’ll be going, now, if it’s all the same.”

You struggle to keep calm- they’re far bigger than you. Even with all your training….

Meanwhile, Dean leaves the bar, coming to search you out. You can’t have gone far, surely…

That’s when he sees you, well and truly cornered by these six huge, drunk guys. He watches as you fumble out an excuse, and when one of them grabs a hold of your wrist, he starts into a run.

There’s no need. You twist his arm forcefully, ripping it from the socket and hearing a crack as the bone snaps in two. He overbalances in his inebriated state, and hits the floor with a thud. His friends flounder.

“The chick’s nuts!” One of them says, and they all make a run for it, leaving their friend on the ground. You start walking away, hardening your face and forcing yourself to stop shaking.

“Y/N?” Dean asks, approaching you. “A-are you okay?”

You glance back at the man, lying on the floor and clutching his injured arm in agony, and you nod stoically.

“I’m fine.” You assure him, “Can we leave now?”

He nods, “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

You drive home in silence and you try to keep your mind off of the panic lingering in the back of your mind. You’re still shaking, despite your efforts to stop.

When you arrive back at the bunker, you immediately head for the kitchen and pour a large glass of water. Unable to hold it in, you let a few tears fall.

“Did he hurt you?”

Dean’s voice behind you startles you, almost to the point that you drop the water. You breathe and shake your head, facing away from him.

“I’m okay.” You try to say, but it comes out as a tear-ruined, garbled string of uselessness. He sighs, walking towards you.

“No you’re not.” He states. You sigh, swallowing back a sob.

“It- it just freaked me.”

“Want to talk about it?” He asks. You laugh.

“Not really.”

“Come on. You know you can tell me anything at all.” He prompts. You turn to him, and shrug.

“I kill monsters for a living. Hell, I’ve effectively stabbed people before but this… I just… he was huge and there was no way I could stop him but I just… I didn’t think about it! I don’t know what happened!”

You place the glass on the countertop with such force that water splashes over the rim.

“I-I-” You stumble, shaking your head. “I didn’t want to hurt him! I save people, I don’t hurt them!”

He shakes his head slowly, lowering himself so he’s looking into your eyes.

“No. You’re wrong. You hurt things that pose a threat to you and those around you and that’s what you did. I would do the same. Did you even see the disadvantage you were at? He was easy double your size and you wrecked his ass!”

There’s a vaguely proud tone in his voice and you laugh softly.

“What matters is that you’re safe and every single one of those guys is going to think twice about going anywhere near anyone again. You protected even more people, yet again.”

You nod, “Thanks.” You say, your eyes on the floor. He places a finger beneath your chin and lifts it up, making you look into his eyes.

“Do you trust me?” He whispers. When you nod, he softly presses his lips to yours, a smile on his lips. When he pulls away, he grins.

“By the way, that was the most kickass thing I’ve seen all day.” He states, totally matter-of-fact, and you laugh.

“Good to know.”

Saving Face

Anonymous said: Can you write a fanfic in regards to what Jamie was thinking, his perspective, while he was trying to resist the whores at the whorehouse with the Bonny Prince and his entourage? And maybe his thought process when being teased and how he came up with the White Witch excuse? I love reading your blog everyday!! *sorry if this is not the right place to send fanfic requests.

Hello Anon. This is absolutely the right place to send this request for my Fanfic for the Holidays and thank you for the kind words. I’m so glad you enjoy reading what I write. 

Throwing this below the cut for reasons including length and a few Dragonfly in Amber spoilers. ;)

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Dosclaimer: this is copied

I know you don’t know me. I know you don’t even think about me and when you do, it’s probably not anything nice. I’m the evil hegemonically masculine patriarchal oppressor to you feminists. I’m the jackbooted statist thug to you dope smokin’ long-haired hippies. I’m “The Man” to you racial activists. I’m the idiot who joined the military because I “wasn’t smart enough” to go get a liberal arts degree like you know-it-all 20-year-old college dipshits; and for some reason you hate me for that. I’m that guy with the rifle who signed on the dotted line for $24K a year so that you budding Marxist fucksticks could have the freedom to complain about me and the manner in which I provide it. I have a little message for you.

I see you there, in Portland… In Chicago… In San Francisco… In Bumfuck Directional School Liberal Arts College… You’re having your temper tantrums because ever since mommy dropped you off at Daycare 20 years ago you’ve been throwing them to get your way. Now you’re super pissed about the results of a presidential election where the other guy (and the only guy in the race for that matter) won.

I’m not here to talk politics, or explain the Electoral College, or to tell you what hypocritical douchebags you are for doing the things you’re doing. No. I have a much simpler conversation to have with you. See, I read what you post on Twitter, Facebook, and your various internet blogs. I see you on the news breaking things, setting fires, and assaulting people of the opposite political belief. I see you there with your fat ugly unshaven feminist women and black power slogan screaming race baiters, throwing rocks and bottles at the lines of police officers trying to keep order in your own cities. I know your rhetoric. I know all your identity politics stems from the Marxist activists and ‘intellectuals’ who have pushed the American left farther left than ever before. I know you believe your “progressive” views are the supreme moral authority on every single issue and somehow this perception allows you to justify your totalitarian social views and hypocritical violent outbursts. You profess to hate half this country for their alleged bigotry while carrying signs that say “Love Wins!”

I also know you’re a coward.

I know this because you keep screaming, and blogging, and protesting, and even rioting… but you won’t start this “uprising” you keep going on and on about. If you really believe that your cause is just, that the majority supports you, and that the United States needs to be overthrown to make way for your Progressive social utopia of sunshine and free shit… pick up a gun and start your revolution like every other communist group in history. See, I come from an organization that spent the better part of the last century training to fight a bunch of little commie heathens, and I have a pretty healthy respect for any Ivan who was willing to pick up an AK47 and parachute onto the continent ready to overthrow the USA. That takes some guts. You’re not like him though. You’re quite different actually. Ivan was in shape. You’re a bunch of ‘fat acceptance’ advocates who complain airline seats are too small for your 9,000 calories per day diet. Ivan was a proud masculine man. You have drag queens and fat feminist women with green hair. Ivan grew up mining coal and hunting wolves in the Urals. You want socialism because you’re upset that you can’t get a 6-figure job at age 24 with the bullshit arts degree you spent all that loan money on and haven’t done a day of physical labor in your life. Ivan was a veteran of Stalingrad, Afghanistan, and a dozen bush wars. You think “Call of Duty” is too violent and sexist. Ivan packed an AK47 and knew how to use it. Those among you leftists now who even have weapons ditch them after you rob the liquor store or 7/11 and go hide out at your aunt’s Section 8 housing. You don’t have the discipline Ivan did, at least he used the sights. Ivan killed jihadists by the thousands. You make excuses for them and want to invite them into our country.

You all have your reasons for hating America and whether or not I agree isn’t even relevant. I took an oath as did all of my brothers and sisters in uniform to defend this country against all enemies foreign AND domestic. I will always protect your rights to free speech and expression through lawful and civil protest whether or not your cause is something I believe in. However, you seem to believe revolution and violence are the answer now, and that makes you a domestic enemy of the United States I protect and serve. Do it and I’ll teach you how we make the fuckin’ green grass grow. You keep saying you want a revolution, secession, a new Civil War and the election of “Racist/sexist/homophobic/Republican/Nazi/xenophobic/dictator/Islamophobic/rich guy asshole” Donald Trump is the catalyst for you to take action and destroy every evil you perceive this country to stand for…

Well… We’re waiting. Shit or get off the pot.

Jason Insinna

anonymous asked:

taylor, i have a confession to make to you. I have been following your blog for a while now and the thing is, i know nothing about infinite. I don't even know the members names except myungsoo, because hes always making these weird faces in their vids. and i also know hoya because his name reminds me of this spanish food company called goya. and he seems like the type to be bullied. so if you could do me the favor of introducing me to infinite i will be forever grateful :)

i feel so bad for u how did u struggle w following me, the biggest infinite trash, for all this time…goya tht is a new one im gonna have to write that one down but also u have come to the right place here we go heres infinoodle:

ok here are the members ill start out them i guess in age order?? oldest to youngest yee:

sunggyu: leader & residential old man i dont know how he escaped the nursing home but he did & he’s here to revive his old emo/scene band days (he rly was in a screamo band & has done screamo recently) but a good guy @ heart & is always looking out for his members even if they give him a hard time!!

dongwoo: !!! DINGLE!!! MY LIL ANGEL….. hones tly a the most precious human bean there is every time u blink hes laughing at some new stupid thing one of the other members or doing… or laughing @ himself tbh hes in his own world sometimes??? he also farted on national tv while he was on a show with his mom so yeh theres that„ also dressed in drag multiple times i luv my gf dragwoo     ….hes actually so caring towards his parents & a beautiful dancer & despite being a rapper has one of the best voices imo (listen to DIAMOND… HIS ADLIBS U WILL DIE…AS I HAVE MANY TIMES BEFORE) also has the weirdest hair colors but he looks so hot in them LIKE TH E BLUE HAIR DURING CHASER ERA MY ULT FAVE & PINK DURING INFINITE H    theres so much more abt him i can go on about but    i will spare u  OH ALSO HE IS S O SO OO OOO SHORT HE HAS TO WEAR INSOLES ALL THE TIME RIP (in subunit with hoya called infinite h)

woohyun: a sad lil man (hes p short too) um but he is honestly s o??? cheesy to the point where u wanna chase him down the block with ur steel-toe shoe & beat him bu t it grows on u i cant lie….he tried to be a model predebut & the pics are so o ooooo funny borderline mullet look & also appeared on this show dressed like a girl & was in this cf(?? idk what it is jsut so funny) infinite cares about their fans so much & they always say it but this guy he has to go to the extent of calling us his li ke….gfs (meanwhile sunggyu friendzoned us!!! smh) but as the main vocal he has a rly powerful voice & his last verse in the chaser makes u feel like ur looking into the eyes of god!!! he was in a subunit last yr called toheart with shinees key & has act/ had the lead role in hslo this past year as well (bonus clip of him trying to act mad lms if u cried)

hoya: h to the o y a i go top of the world u know my name… the usher luver of the group & literally never stops fc ukgin dancing like if u tied him down with titanium steel he would break free & dance…. he left school to pursue becoming an idol & his dad was kinda mad but they r good now… he was in dance groups predebut (sporting a jordans shirt & bedazzled jeans amazing) but he is very passionate about what he does & is so dedicated to his work… to the point of overworking himself like he got hurt (his foot) this past summer bc of dancing during a show & if u look @ the vid he gives 120% the whole time i didnt even know he got hurt during that perf until he said thats how he got the injury?? he had a solo in which he had a snapback rise from beneath the stage, puts it on, then later rips off his shirt what a guy…. is in the subunit infinite h & has acted on dramas before!!! aka sad gay doctor hoya in the drama reply 1997 (RLY GOOD even if u dont like ifnt) & was on my lovely girl with myungsoo as a grade a asshole idol (random clip of him hitting a girl in the head w a ball on accident)

sungyeol: literally kool guy when he wears sunglasses bc long tall & slender but he is honestly a child whether he is pranking the other members or doing rly … interpretive (skip a lil to around 3 min)… dances. did a special stage with sungjong in which he dressed up as a girl & sung troublemaker a classic tbh. one time jokingly wanted to rap for fun then they actually had him rap in the song cover girl?? sickest bars ive ever heard. hes actually rly insecure about his talents bc so many ppl only equate him to the tall guy :-( but hes so much more & has been improving vocally with each comeback!! hes also an amazing actor (he originally wanted to be an actor) starring in many dramas i recommend love potent also hi!school:love on!! this past november him, sungjong, & myungsoo debuted as infinite f!!! the cutest group    I ALMOST FORGOT HIS SEXY BACK PERFORMANCE

myungsoo: his stage name is L but honestly wtf does that even mean its just an excuse for his weeaboo trash ass to talk about anime more!!! but no rly at debut they kinda made him put on this cold front & act all mysterious as “”L”” but he is the complete opposite…. he is so weird i d ont even know where to begin. he laughs at everythgin just like dongwoo & is actually SOOOOO CLUMSY RIP  he falls all the time its so tragic but i love it…. hes so into photography!!!!!! its rly his passion & has published 2 photobooks. he’s the visual of infinite but he said he doesnt want to be seen as just this?? he plays guitar too hes done it in tons of stages & acts a lot too!! (this one was the funniest role) also in infinite f

sungjong: ETHEREAL SMALL BEAN OF INFINITE….. H E IS UNREAL AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL he should rly model (he’s recently been sooooo into fashion & models) but hes basically the ruthless maknae?? hes not afraid to say what he wants to the other members despite being younger but in public events i find him to be eloquent & composed?? hes rly close with all of his members & has vocally improved soooooo much since debut im so proud of him!! he has the best airport fashion….he has rocked pink hair….there is nothing this boy cant do!!! he also plays piano too & used to dance to girl group songs a lot (perfect i luv) hes in infinite f

so thats basically all them members im gonna go into shows/mvs/songs now??


  • sesame player this is prob my fave one they are ruthless in this (this is very early on in their career)
  • ranking king this is just them being dumb and getting wild trying to beat each other in various competitions (this is recent like 2012)
  • this is infinite them being dumb yet again while dragging each other (this was this year in feb/ march….the first show i watched and i fell in love now im too deep)
  • you are my oppa so they get stuck with some stranger and they have to treat her like their younger sister…long story short sunggyu loses tablos credit card and mithra gives them sex ed im serious (this was them predebut)
  • birth of a family they have to raise puppies in this and they make sungjong pick up all the dog crap rip scenejohn (this was 2011/2012)
  • more here

mv: (not including dance ver)


um wow this was a lot i could add tons more but here is a playlist of my fave infinite vids  i feel like i am forgetting a lot but i hope this helps this is infinoodle