figure i'll get people to stop asking me when they can watch it

a love spell, or something like it

inspired by a post sara reblogged (this one, specifically) and the resulting conversation about different love spells, where she suggested i write the fic. i said no, go away, it’s late. then i stayed up and wrote the fic.

This doesn’t make any sense.

Though they’d never admit it—Dean especially would never admit it—they’re practically witches themselves at this point. Sam isn’t deluded enough to think otherwise. He has a fair share of spells up his sleeve that he knows by heart by now, a few more he’s working on remembering, and some he still struggles with the incantation, but at the end of the day they frequently speak Latin and throw herbs into flames, so, logically, they’re witches, or close enough to it.

And it’s because of this (and his own unfortunate experience that no one must ever speak of again, thanks) that Sam knows a love spell when he sees one.

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Very Funny, Mr. Stark.

“The truth is…” It dawned on Tony Stark, as he read the guide notes that were filled with lies meant to be passed off as true, just how ridiculous it was, Tony Stark was a goddamn celebrity. Nothing, especially as big as this, could be hidden well for long.

So Tony decided to save everyone the trouble.

“I am Iron Man.”

Everyone in the press room seemed shocked, they were standing up, ready to take photos,  ready to tell the world who Iron Man truly was, when…

“That’s very funny, Mr. Stark.” The voice echoed throughout the room, everyone froze, then fell back into their seats, ready to listen and possibly report anything newsworthy. “But I don’t think that a man who had only escaped from captivity in Afghanistan would openly throw himself back into life-threatening danger, and you have been known to lie to the press before, so why should we believe you?”

Tony Stark scanned the room to find who was talking to him, when he found a pair of lips that matched the words escaping into the air. He simply smiled at the young brunette reporter that seemed comfortable enough to interrogate Tony Stark in front of the press. He paused, before speaking again.

“I am Iron Man.” His voice left no room for argument.

They all stared at him, unimpressed.

The press was so unimpressed they weren’t pressing.

That was what frustrated Tony Stark the most. They couldn’t believe that he was Iron Man because of one little kid stood up and said “I don’t think so.”

But being frustrated wasn’t worth his time, and if the press wasn’t going to listen to him, who they’ve come to listen to and write about, then they weren’t worth his time either.

He had bigger and better things to do.

Tony Stark sighed deeply, then let out a forceful laugh that filled the then silent room. He pointed to the young kid who had the guts to stand up to Tony Stark and winked. “You’re going places, kid.” was the only other thing that he had said, before he burst out laughing again, truly laughing this time because how could they be so stupid? And exited the stage with other reporters stood up and started barreling him with questions once they realized he was about to leave.

“Mr. Stark, who really were the men piloting those suits?”

“Mr. Stark, some people have claimed to see Ms. Potts running into the building, what do you have to say about that?”

“Mr. Stark, could we schedule an interview for talking about what truly happened in Afghanistan? My news network is–”

Tony Stark slammed the door behind him.

He figured everyone would want to rip his head off in privacy.

Agent Coulson had his lips pressing into a fine line, Tony was almost certain it was because he was trying not to smile.

“That, Mr. Stark,” The agent said. “was brilliant.

Tony didn’t reply.

“Not only did you keep the identity of Iron Man a secret, but you’ve secured it without having to give anything away on what happened and where you were that night. No details for the world to pick apart.”

Tony gave him nothing.

“Mr. Stark–”

“Sorry, Agent Coulson, I have somewhere I’ve got to be right now.” Tony stated, they both knew it was a lie, this press conference was meant to last for another hour, but Coulson let him go.

Tony Stark crawled into the backseat of the car, told Happy that he wanted to go home, and was left alone with his thoughts.

……………………

“Did it even cross your mind that this might me a good thing?” Rhodey said once Tony had told him what happened. “If nobody knows who Iron Man is, then they can’t go after people close to you, can’t try to get you personally, and you’ll never be caught off guard, because people wouldn’t know who to attack out of the armor.”

“It’s not that I don’t see the good things about this Rhodey,”the corner of Tony’s mouth twitched, “It’s that I was ready to deal with those things, I’m not ready to keep something like this a secret though.”

Rhodey sighed. “If you don’t want it to be a secret, then just don’t hide it, like you did. People will have to believe you if you give them the proof.”

“It bothers me I even have to prove this, all because of a kid.”

“Trust me on this, okay? I mean, how hard do you really think it’s going to be for people to find out about something you’re not even hiding?”

……………………..

Apparently it was harder than they thought.

Even when Tony Stark had arrived at his Stark Expo wearing his armor with his face revealed. Everyone believed that “Tony Stark’s good friend and bodyguard.” had allowed him to enter wearing his suit to bedazzle the audience.

Tony almost wanted to scream. But a part of him was laughing too, there was a part of him that stared at people’s obliviousness to him obviously being Iron Man, and it made him want to laugh.

So Tony made an executive decision.

Instead of being butthurt that nobody believed he was Iron Man, he’ll turn in into a game, an experiment.

How far can he go until someone, anyone figures this out? What kind of overly stretched reason will they come up with next?

Oh, Tony thought, this is going to be fun.

…………………..

“Big man in a suit of armor, take that off, and what is he?” Tony was truly, truly astonished. How could the Captain America. The fucking Captain America, pinnacle of human potential Captain America, not realize how obvious it was that Iron Man was Tony Stark?

He could see how everyone stopped, and stared at him, expecting to defend the Iron Man. Everyone in here save for the SHIELD agent Romanoff and Director Nick Fury, didn’t notice that Tony Stark was Iron Man, but the media has claimed time and time again that Tony Stark and Iron Man were “the best of friends” so often that there’s a rumor going around that Rhodey is both Iron Man and War machine.

Tony snorted, because he had managed to pull the wool under the eyes of Captain America without even fucking trying.

Captain Rogers eyes narrowed, “Do you know what he’s doing that is more important than this?” he asked in a hostile tone at Stark.

“Yeah, I do know what he’s doing actually” Tony replied. “He’s not sitting on his ass and distracting the people trying to figure out how to stop a “gods”–still a little iffy on that, by the way– plan that first phase had managed to nearly kill 100 people in 2 days.”

Rogers looked him dead in the eye. “80 people.”

“I said nearly.”

“Be more respectful to the dead.”

“I kind of want you to make me.” He wasn’t trying to be disrespectful either.

“Do you really think you can manage this without your bodyguard?”

“I managed to nearly die 12 times a day in a cave in Afghanistan surrounded by a lot more people a lot more willing to kill me for 3 fucking months, and I escaped, I think you’re underestimating me.”

Rogers flinched. Maybe they hadn’t told him that happened. “But you’re a civilian.”

“I don’t think that matters to terrorists, Captain. Also, I’m not the worse “civilian” to be hanging around with when shit hits the fan.” he almost wanted to cackle at the look Captain fucking America gave him when he said that. “That means when trouble starts.”

“Uhm…” the nervous voice of Dr. Bruce Banner filled the air. “Not to interrupt…bonding time, but I think Stark is going to want to see this.”

Tony didn’t wait to see if Captain Rogers wanted to continue or not, he turned and paid attention to his work.

…………………….

“Stark! Get to safety! And call Iron Man in now!” He could hear Captain Rogers yelling into his ear on the “comm” that he received for being a “consultant” of the Avengers.

“Iron Man is already here Captain, don’t you worry.” Tony smirked, he didn’t have any sort of voice modifiers, he sounded exactly like he did when he told Rogers off on the helicarrier. “And I’m bringing the party to you.” he said before turning the corner. And the battle begun.

………………..

Tony Stark was cold.

Absolutely freezing. He wanted to tell someone to turn up the heat, or go and get a coffee, or, if he was sleeping, find the blankets.

Then again, this is the kind of cold Tony didn’t think could be cured by blankets.

Tony Stark knew he was dying, he had felt it before, he knew that he had somehow managed to land back on his own planet, back on the cold ground. He wanted to fight it, to live, but he also just….didn’t.

He didn’t care. But he did. It was like his primal instincts were screaming at him to “fight it, fight. It. You’re not fucking done yet.” While another part of him was whispering “just let go, you won’t have to suffer anymore, you can just…stop.”

And Tony Stark didn’t know what part to chose. He didn’t really care either, he just didn’t want to be so cold anymore.

Turns out he didn’t have to chose.

The Hulk did the choosing for him.

Didn’t mean he didn’t nearly scare Anthony Stark to death, with a roar that ended up saving his life. 

Irony at it’s finest, I guess.

Oh, Tony almost didn’t notice he was talking about…Shawarma? What the hell is a shwarma? It seems like Tony Stark wasn’t 100% back yet. But he was getting there.

He hopes nobody had to kiss him.

……………………………

“That was a reckless move by Iron Man,” Steve claimed, looking exhausted at the small table everyone was eating in silence around. “You could’ve–No, you almost died–Mr. Stark. Doesn’t that bother you? I thought Iron Man was meant to be your protector, not the other way aroun–”

Tony held his hand up in Rogers direction and the noise stopped.

“You know what I absolutely love more than anything?” He asked the table, but pointed to Rogers. “Is when I’ve almost died and then nearly immediately I get bombarded with the big questions, let me at least have one cup of coffee, Steve.” The name rolled off of Anthony Stark’s tongue so quickly and smoothly it took a moment for anyone, including him to notice. “Rogers.” He tried to correct himself.

“Sorry, Sta–uh, Tony…?” Steve looked highly unsure of himself. The table stopped and watched Tony’’s next move.

“If you’re going to apologize to anyone,” Tony was too tired to consciously play his game right now, but he’s been doing it for so long, it wasn’t something he had to focus on. “Apologize to Iron Man, he was there, he was on the verge of death, ready to accept it even–oh and he can hear you. And that suit saved my life” Tony averted his eyes “….Again.”

Steve let out a small “Oh.” and was silent for a moment. But spoke up again. “Can he hear us all right now?” he asked.

Tony let out an amused huff. “Yeah.”

Romanoff rolled her eyes.

Barton looked at her curiously.

“Well then,” Steve raised his glass, “To Iron Man, he saved the world, and gave up his suit to save his friends life. That’s one of the most admirable things I can think of.”

Tony watched as he, practically on auto-pilot, picked up his coffee, and clinked it with the others glasses.

The Avengers, huh? Maybe this isn’t the worst thing in the world.

…………………….

“I’m actually quite shocked nobody has accused you of being Iron Man yet, Tony,” Steve said when they were alone in the main room.

Tony stopped dead, did someone finally beat his game? Was Steve only playing dumb?

“I mean, you let the guy use your voice so nobody can figure out what his is.” Steve continued.

Tony wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Captain fucking America couldn’t figure it out.

“I…I would actually like to give thanks in person. It doesn’t have to be without the suit, but I barely even saw him during the incident.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “You already said thank you.”

“I feel like it’s not enough.”

“It’s more than enough for me.”

“Is it for Iron Man, though?”

Tony sighed. “He doesn’t do it to get a thank you, he doesn’t do it to be recognized, either.” He looked up at Steve. “He does it because he wants, needs to, he’s doing it because he knows, truly knows, that It. Is. Right. You don’t have to say thank you, at least not more than once. He knows what he’s doing helps.”

Steve nodded in acknowledgement. “Then he is a good man.”

Tony Stark wished he could believe that.

………………………………….

“Wait, so, you’re Iron Man?” the kid, Harley, asks. “Like, really? You’re not pulling my leg?”

“Are we sure the public isn’t pulling mine? I mean, this has to be a joke, some long term prank on Tony Stark.”

“No, I mean, really? You aren’t just trying to mess with people?”

“I’m always trying to mess with people kid, but if you actually believe what I’m saying.” Tony gestured to the broken down Iron Man suit sitting on the couch. “That would make you the first actually intelligent person I’ve met who didn’t practically watch me build the damn thing.”

Harley looked at him weird.

“Yes, really. I am Iron Man. You know who Iron Man truly is, kiddo, have fun with knowing my secret identity I haven’t tried to keep secret since 2008.”

Harley shrugged. “Cool.”

Tony Stark was pretty sure he had just met the smartest child in the world.

…………………………………..

Of course his game wasn’t over after that either, he had to practically spell it out for the kid. But he was the closest thing he’s had to a winner so far.

Of course that was before he met Barnes.

He was glad that Steve had called him for something as important as this. Even if it was last minute.

He arrived just as Captain America had crashed into the water. He was pulled out by Iron Man before his head even gone completely under.

He found another pair of vitals after scanning the water and pulled the other guy up too.

He was conscious.

He was conscious and alive and fighting.

Tony did the only thing he could think of before this guy ripped his head off.

Iron Man shoved a sedative into this man that was meant to be powerful enough to stop the Hulk.

The man screamed in anger and in panic as he started to lose what consciousness he had.

“Sorry.” Tony managed to say before he saw the other man passed out. “Really, I’m sorry I had to do that.”

…………………….

Steve was overjoyed at the fact Tony Stark had managed to get Bucky off of a serious trial and just into court-mandated therapy.

“Thank you, Tony” Steve looked truly grateful. “Thank you, really.”

“Thank Iron Man. Well, actually you are.” Tony took a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah. I have to thank him personally too.”

Tony nearly spat out his coffee in a fight against himself not to laugh.

……………………..

The look on Barnes face when he entered the workshop was priceless. It had been about 6 months since Barnes had arrived and had slowly integrated himself into their daily lives.

At first Tony was concerned. Barnes looked truly shocked about something.

It took him a moment to realize he was still wearing his armor.

Tony waited for Barnes to speak first. This might just be a mistake. Or we could have a winner.

“You, are..You…” Barnes was stuttering. “You’re Iron Man?”

Pssh, no” Tony joked. Trying to throw Barnes off the trail.

“You’re wearing the armor!” Barnes accused.

“I’m….keeping it warm. Systems shut down if it gets too cold.” well, there was an icing problem. Like, 40 models ago.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” he asked.

“Yep.” Tony stared right at him.

“Oh god, I just. Wait–” Barnes pointed at him. “So when I told Iron Man not to tell Stark I used the last of the coffee grinds–!”

You did use my coffee grinds!” Tony pointed back, sounding scandalized.

“This is insane! Do the others know!?” Barnes seemed to almost not be listening.

“Know I mess around with Iron Man’s stuff? Hell yes.” Tony grinned.

“Oh god,” Barnes sat down. “Tony Stark, civilian, celebrity, Tony fucking Stark. Is fucking Iron Man.

Tony smirked. “Funny theory. Good luck trying to convince the others.”

“I…I need a minute. I’m going for a walk, or going to jump off the roof of the tower, I’ll decide when I get to it.” He quickly shot up and left.

Once he knew Barnes was completely out of sight, and even out of his super-soldier hearing range. He burst into a fit of joyous laughter.

He finally had a winner.

…………………………….

Messing with Barnes became Tony’s new favorite game.

Barnes was already the winner of his last one, he wondered if he could beat this one too.

This game was, however, made solely to mess with Barnes.

Tony Stark had bought, (and what he didn’t purchase, he made) about four identical copies of every single Iron Man merchandising he could find. He made his own mugs and T-shirts, jackets, shoes, and even pants that said “Tony Stark is Iron Man.” scrawled across the ass.  He liked mix-matching them all, but his favorite was when Barnes saw him wearing it all together and everybody acting completely oblivious to Tony Stark’s antics.

“You honestly can’t even say the thought didn’t even cross your guys’s minds right!?” Barnes almost looked physically pained. “I mean, Tony Stark being Iron Man cannot be something that never even popped up in the back of your heads, right?!”

“It’s certainly an…interesting thought, Buck.” Steve replied. “But, even if Tony’s a good guy, he doesn’t seem like the…vigilante type Iron Man is.”

“Interesting? More like crazy!” Barton exclaimed.

Romanoff looked slightly amused about something.

Thor looked around at his allies like a lost puppy.

Banner took his glasses off and frowned. Concentrating on what Barnes had claimed.

Barnes looked like he was going to punch something. Or someone. How could they not get it!?

…………………………….

“Nice job guys, we really aced this one!” Steve looked around the group like a proud father. “Hawkeye, Widow, nice tag-team tactic, Hulk, Thor, what you did was effective but…” Steve pointed at the rubble still rolling onto the street. “Maybe think about the collateral damage next time. Bucky! Amazing as always.” Steve gave Bucky a small pat on his back. Bucky was looking at the ground, but there was a small smile on his face

“And don’t you dare think I can’t see you trying to sneak away over there, Iron Man!” Steve shouted. Then approached. “I want to thank you properly for once, instead of passing the message on from Stark.”

“I really hate to disappoint you, Captain.” Iron Man replied, before pulling the faceplate up. “But I am Stark.”

Bucky’s head shot up. No way, No way can Steve not realize…right?

Steve sighed. “I never thought that guy would be so shy if he was working with you. I’m amazed you two managed to switch out without any of us noticing.”

Bucky threw his face into both of his hands and groaned.

“Hey, you okay?” He could see Clint waving his hand in front of Barnes face through the cracks in his fingers.

“Just…an aneurism out of witnessing such pure idiocy.”

“Yeah,” Clint looked back over to where the battle had taken place. “Why they would try to take over the world starting with the Avengers local city of New York is beyond me too.”

“Clint, stop talking, you’re making it worse.”

……………………………

It should have occurred to Stark that Bucky would fight back.

That he would try to get people to realize, to see what was so obviously laid out in front of them.

But Tony tried that for years and nobody believed him.

It was going to be fun to watch this time around.

………………………….

Of course I’m not Iron Man.” Tony said with a wink to one of the reporters shoving a microphone into his face in the middle of a coffee house. “Do I look like the suit or something?” He asked.

The reporter gave him a weird look, probably because Tony was wearing his favorite “Tony Stark is Iron Man.” outfit in public. With his now added additions of a pair of sunglasses, a hat, and a belt all black with bold white letters saying “TONY STARK IS IRON MAN” on every part it could fit onto.

Yes, even the ass jeans, especially the ass jeans.

what can he say? They’re comfy.

“Then what are you planning to do with all this merch? Why write something like that on it if it wasn’t true?”

“You’re smarter than you look, dear.” Tony pulled down his sunglasses so the reported could see him wink. “But I,” Tony gestured towards his outfit and smiled. “Am clearly not Iron Man.”

“One large black coffee for ‘Iron Man’.” The barista smiled and placed the large coffee cup directly in front of Tony.

“Pssh,” Tony picked the cup up in his hands and took a long drink. Remaining in direct eye contact with the reporter. “Asking me if I’m Iron Man, honestly. Amateurs.” Tony gave one last wink and walked out of the store.

………………………

At the next party Tony throws, he’s wearing the Iron Man armor nearly the whole time, and showing people how to take it off and put it on. When someone can’t get it to fit right Tony says that it’s because it’s fit to his exact measurements. Everybody laughs.

Bucky goes to the roof and cries in frustration.

………………………

“And Mr. Barnes, what do you think?” The bold interviewer asked. This was the first time Bucky Barnes attended any sort of interview. And of course it had to be with Tony. Of course Tony had to make an offhanded comment about him being Iron Man nobody batted an eye at. Even though Tony was repairing part of the suit in the middle of the interview.

“What do I think…?” Bucky repeated. He stood up and Tony paused from his work to pay attention. “You really want to know what I think?

The interviewer gulped, but they pressed on. “Yes.”

Bucky put his hands on his face and breathed in deeply. Then flailed them out in his outburst. “I think you people are idiots! Look at him, look! Bucky wildly gestured towards Stark, covered head to toe in his own merchandising. “He’s repairing his suit that is tailored to his–AND ONLY HIS–body type and measurements. Right. In. Front. Of. You. He grabbed the suit piece and threw it out of the view of the cameras. “Did you know that for a while there the suit was only capable of reading only Tony Stark brainwaves? That the suit wouldn’t work if anyone else was in it? Oh my god! What kind of press is this? What kind of hope can I have for the future if they can’t even figure out Anthony fucking Stark is Iron Man!? My own teammates can’t fucking figure this out! My best friend and super geniuses and gods and assassins trained to know when people are lying can’t figure this out. WE LIVE WITH HIM! LAST WEEK HE USED THE IRON MAN SUIT TO COOK AN EGG JUST BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SEE IF HE CAN DO IT! IN FRONT OF EVERYONE! HE JUST SUMMONED THE SUIT AND CRACKED AN EGG OVER THE REPULSER AND COOKED ONE AND THEN NONCHALANTLY THREW IT ONTO THOR’S PLATE! AND HE ATE IT!”

The entire place had gone dead quiet. Everyone was staring, wide-eyed at Barnes after his anger had subsided. He sat back down and rubbed his temples.

“Tony?”

“Yeah Bucky-bear?”

“Get me away from the stupid people before I hurt one of them.”

“Okay.”

“Well then,” Tony quickly stood up and fetched his suit part. “With that, I think we’ll be taking our leave.” He quickly grabbed Barnes by his hand and they marched to the car together.

The second the car door closed shut Tony was howling with laughter.

“OH, oh my go–You–You said that–You told them all off–On live fucking television!–Oh my god I can’t breathe!” Tony looked close to tears.

“Barnes I could kiss you!” Tony exclaimed happily once he caught his breath.

“Oh that would be the least you could fucking do, I’ve had to deal with this shit for nearly a damn year.”

“Oh yeah? What would you have me do?”

Bucky pondered for a moment. “First of all, just one kiss? Not enough, nowhere near enough. But you can’t just start off with the kissing, I’d make you work for it. Feel some of the frustration I have over these past few months.” He ignored the smirk on Tony’s face. “Fancy dinner, I won’t accept anything under 4 ½ stars. And you have to buy the whole place out so it’s just us, and it has to be a restaurant you don’t already own, or know the owners of, at all. I’ll make you answer shitty “awkward first date” questions we both already know the answer to, Then you rent out the top of the fucking Empire State building. I don’t know if that’s even possible but you would have to. And we would watch New York from a point of view you would never even dream to see of in my time if you weren’t in a plane. Then you would have to personally fly both of us out to Italy for gelato. Because I haven’t had gelato in about 70 years.”

“Anything else?”

“I think that’s about it.”

“Great” Tony smiled widely. Then checked his watch. “Okay, so it’s about 5:45pm right now, so I guess I’ll see you at about 8:00 pm sharp, tonight.”

“What?”

“I’m going to do all of that, and more.” Tony winked.

He gaped at Tony.

“C’mon, I was basically the sole reason you had a complete mental breakdown back at that interview.” Tony pointed in the direction which they were coming from. “It’s the least I could do.”

“Stark, I want to know if I’m reading this situation right,” Bucky replied. “Are you…asking me out?”

“And James Buchanan Barnes continues to be the most perceptive man I’ve ever met. Yes.”

“Then you know my answer.”

“Could you…say it out loud?”

“Yes, Tony, Jesus Christ.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“Actually, I have one more thing you have to do.”

“What is it?”

“Wear your jeans that have “Tony Stark is Iron Man” written on the ass. Maybe I’ll want something to…read.”

“Oh? Is reading all you’ll be doing?”

Tony smiled. Bucky smiled back.

“Very funny, Mr. Stark.”

anonymous asked:

I really love your Nurseydex fics!!! I was wondering if you might write more based on that part w Dex and Nursey being f*ckbuddies and Dex asking Nursey to stay the night, just once, no one ever does. And how they go from there? And if Dex is thr little spoon if they cuddle I'll probably explode from happiness just saying. Please and thank you

hey, and thank you! 
btw, your butt looks good in those pants and you can do the thing. i believe in you.


Dex watched Nursey struggling to pull on those ridiculously tight jeans he like to wear from his bed. Normally, seeing him jump around would make Dex laugh, but he couldn’t find it in himself. Instead, he was just… exhausted.

Not the sort of exhausted that comes from a job well done, or a satisfied exhausted from good sex. No, he felt drained. Emotionally exhausted. The kind that came from watching another guy walk out the door.

It wasn’t that the sex wasn’t great, because it really, really was. It was better than any hookup Dex could pick up, better than any relationship he’d ever had. The sex was practically addictive.

The problem was that he liked more than just the sex, though. He like the time they spent together before they fucked. He got excited about the idea of seeing Nursey outside of hockey. It wasn’t just a casual, friends with benefits thing anymore; there were feelings involved.

Feelings that were killing him every time he watched Nursey walk away like Dex wasn’t worth the time and effort of sticking around.

Dex knew he wasn’t that fun to be around. He was brash, and aggressive, and angry. He didn’t have a great personality. It was easy to understand why hook ups never stuck around: why bother putting up with all of that when the sex already happened. It still hurt, but it was understandable. When it was Nursey, though…

Nursey and him spent time together. He liked Dex enough to hang out with him, or so Dex thought. It was hard not to wonder if that was just out of obligation to the team, or worse, a way to get in his pants, when Nursey always left straight after he got what he wanted.

When Nursey finally got the tight denim over his thighs, he turned around, mouth already forming words when he paused.

“What’s wrong, bro?”

Dex realized he had barely moved since Nursey climbed off the cheap dorm mattress. He hadn’t put on any of his clothes, or even covered himself up. The pillows got lost somewhere in their haste to get naked, so the only thing on the bed with Dex was his thick quilt.

He considered telling Nursey nothing was wrong, that he was imagining things. Anything but what actually came out of his mouth.

“Please don’t leave.”

Nursey stopped struggling with his shirt, eyes wide. He let his arms drop to his side, half tangled in the maroon fabric. “What’d you say?”

“Please stay? Just the night, just once? Nobody ever stays, and it’s okay with them, but it’s you, and I just need you to… I just need you. Please, Nursey?”

There was something in his voice that he hated. He sounded weak, broken. And maybe he was. Hell, he probably was. He couldn’t be normal and fuck without feeling like he was coming apart at the seems.

Dex couldn’t bring himself to look at Nursey’s face. He focused on Nursey’s strong arms, the smooth skin of his chest, the stupid men’s hockey shirt that Dex was pretty sure started out life as his own. No, he knew what he would find in Nursey’s face: pitty.

But he was at the point where he didn’t care. He didn’t want to know if Nursey stayed with him because he felt bad for Dex. And if he said no? Dex didn’t want to see the look of disgust at his over emotional response. He just wanted to pretend, if only for one night, that maybe someone could care for him, that he was good for something other than hockey and fucking.

In a flash, Nursey stripped back out of his clothes and crawled back up on the bed with Dex. With gentle but firm hands, he directed Dex to look at him.

Nursey’s face… there wasn’t pity, or disgust, or any emotion Dex could name. It was soft and open, and it made something in his chest ache just as much as it eased some of the tension he was feeling. Nursey pressed a gentle kiss to Dex’s lips, the first time they’d ever kissed outside of sex.

After a minute looking at each other, Nursey rearranged them on the bed so that he was spooning Dex. It wasn’t the first time Dex had been the little spoon (he had a girlfriend in high school who loved to cuddle that way), but it was the first time he felt so completely surrounded, and warm, and safe.

One of the things that surprised Dex most about having sex with Nursey was how attentive he was. He cared more about his partner’s pleasure than his own. Dex wasn’t sure why he was so surprised that Nursey was the same way with cuddling. Nursey made sure that Dex was as comfortable as possible, that he knew he was the entire focus of Nursey’s attention. He knew just how to move his hands to be comforting but not over-stimulating.

It was nearly an hour before either of them said anything. Dex surprised himself by breaking the silence.

“Thank you, for doing this for me.”

Nursey nosed at the back of Dex’s neck. He hummed as an acknowledgement that he heard Dex speak, but didn’t say anything. Dex realized that Nursey was giving him time to talk, time to sort through his thoughts and figure out what exactly he wanted to say. He had never been so grateful for someone in his life.

“I’m… it’s okay when other people leave after a hookup, but I like you. I really fucking like you, Nursey. And it really, really fucking hurts thinking that you don’t like me enough to stick around, y'know? Or care.”

Behind him, Nursey took a deep breath. Dex could almost feel him counting to 10 in his head, a technique Jack tried to teach the team in an effort to get them to respond instead of react. Dex found himself counting, too.

After 30 long seconds, Nursey said, “I really like you, too. I only leave because I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Dex found Nursey’s hand on his stomach and held it tight. That wasn’t what he expected. Before he could respond, though, Nursey spoke again.

“If you wanted, I would never leave this bed. But if you want me to leave, I can do that, too. You’re calling the shots, Poindexter, because I’m all in for whatever you want.”

“How about… for now, we just do this.”

This is a Prank

Prompt: Jongin asks out a girl he likes but she rejects him bc she thinks its a prank

Genre: more fluff than angst

Word Count: 1534


Jongin sat down with a defeated huff and stared gloomily at the lunch that looked anything but appetizing now.

“She rejected you?” Baekhyun concluded, shocked at the news. Jongin could only grit his teeth and push the food around his bento tray with his metal chopsticks in total disinterest. Even Sehun looked surprised at the unexpected outcome. “Jeez…are you ok, hyung?”

“Not really, no,” Jongin mumbled back.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No, but I kinda feel like I owe it to you guys since you were willing to wait on her identity until I asked.”

“No, you don’t have to-”

“It’s fine, I’m gonna have to say it sooner or later.”

Baekhyun and Sehun waited in silence for a moment while Jongin sighed and pushed some food into his mouth. “I thought she was just shy at first or something when I went up to her. She even jumped a little when I said her name…it was kinda cute.”

Baekhyun stifled a smirk, knowing well enough that this was one of the worst times to tease his friend about how whipped he was for this girl. Sehun eyed him knowingly though, suffering the same reaction.

“But she just…I dunno, she looked kinda scared and for a second I thought she hated me.”

“What do you mean ‘hated you?’ I thought you said that you caught her staring at you sometimes.”

“I dunno, Baek. I really don’t, but then it gets weird. She was almost completely unresponsive when I started talking about how I thought she was cool and wanted to be her friend, and that made me so goddamn nervous, I was fucking stuttering. The whole time!”

“Wow, that’s-”

Baekhyun shushed Sehun.

“A-and when I finally asked if she wanted to get to know each other and become friends, she laughed at me.”

“What?” his friends responded in unison

“Yeah!”

“That’s dumb.”

“She asked if I was asking her out and sounded really bitter when she did, but I said yeah because that’s what I was pretty much doing right?”

“Right.”

“And then she said, and I quote, ‘Nice try, I’m not falling for this fucking prank’ and pretty much stormed off.” His two friends stared at him in disbelief. “I’ve never heard so much dislike in someone’s voice…It was awful.”


Everyone was quiet for a moment, digesting Jongin’s story, completely ignoring the food in front of them.


“She sounds like a bitch,” Sehun commented bluntly, breaking the silence.

“Shut up,” Jongin said with a frown and glared at his food. “She isn’t like that.”

“Well it sounds like it,” Baekhyun added.

“No,” Jongin insisted. “She’s not like that! She works at an animal shelter on the weekends and she does everything she can to make sure all the animals are ok and healthy and happy and that they go to loving families. She isn’t like that, someone with such a kind, caring heart can’t be like that!”

Baekhyun held up his hands in surrender. “Ok, ok, we get it…but when did you figure out she works at an animal shelter on the weekends?” Sehun smirked at his comment.

“I didn’t stalk her, ok? I was getting something for Monggu at the beginning of last summer and ran into her there. I was hoping she might remember me…”

“Well, whatever, but sorry she rejected you like that, hyung,” Sehun said as the bell rang to mark the end of lunch.

“Yeah, me too,” Baekhyun said sympathetically, helping Sehun clear the table. Jongin could only nod in acknowledgment as he repacked his almost untouched lunch.



It bothered him for the entire day, and Jongin couldn’t focus in class because of what happened. He was prepared for a no, but not a “fuck off” kind of no. After the day ended, he was determined enough to talk to her again at the animal shelter to at least figure out why she thought so poorly of him.


Saturday arrived and the nervous feeling that wouldn’t quite settle in his stomach almost convinced Jongin to abandon the whole ordeal and settle for licking his wounds and nursing his pride, but he forced himself to get up and make the trip to the animal shelter, mumbling and rehearsing an apologetic speech for her.

The little bells by the door chimed as he entered and a frantic “Close the door!” yelped somewhere from around the corner. A small puppy with a penchant for escapades and excited dashes for freedom clumsily sped around the wall and nearly crashed into Jongin’s legs. He hurriedly scooped it up and received a frantic struggle and friendly kisses. He heard an exhausted huff and looked up to see his crush make her way toward to door, hair no longer in place and face red from running around. She froze when she saw him holding the puppy.

“What are you doing here,” she asked in a low voice and straightened up her shirt.

“I was, well, I…was wondering…” The words got caught in his throat and he struggled to continue. She continued to watch him, eyebrows furrowing slightly in what Jongin could only guess as annoyance, so he let out a sigh and held the puppy a little closer into himself for subconscious support.

“I don’t want to bother you, really, but…can I know, well, why? I-I don’t want to really assume anything, but you don’t really seem to like me at all and I don’t know if i did anything wrong or if you just think I’m weird. I dunno, I-”

“You’re joking, right?” she said with contempt creeping into her voice. “I’m not falling for your tasteless pranks,” she spat out and reached for the dog to take him back. As soon as it was safe in her arms, she backed off as if Jongin’s presence itself was poisonous. “You guys already make fun of me enough, can’t you just leave me alone? How did you even know where I was today?! Please just get away from me!”

“No, wait! Really, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m so confused,” he said helplessly. She stared at him, analyzing his demeanor critically.

“Please, I really don’t understand what happened. Have I done something?”

“How did you know where I work?” she asked in disgust, controlling the fear in her voice.

“I came here last summer to get something for my dog, and I noticed you working here, that’s all, really, I promise I’m not creeping on you or anything!”

“This isn’t a prank?” She began to believe his sincerity.

“No!” Jongin insisted. “Why would you think it was a prank? We don’t even know each other very well, even though I…would like to get to know you better…”

“Why? It’s because of your nasty friends, that’s why!”

“What?”

“Baekhyun and Sehun, yes them,” she said in repulsion.

“I don’t-”

“They make fun of me any chance they get! Not even jokingly, I can take a joke, but your friends, they, th-they straight up bully me, and I don’t know why!”


Jongin was shocked into silence.


She began to tear up, but furiously fought them back. “So-s-so what if I can’t wear the nicest clothes all the time, and why do people feel such a strong urge to make fun of the ones who work hard to make their lives better, that’s so stupid!” She furiously turned and stormed off around the corner with the puppy clutched in her arms.

Jongin cautiously followed her, rage welling up inside against his friends. He didn’t even know this was going on, no wonder she reacted the way she did!

He watched her gently put the puppy back into its pen with the other littermates.

“I’m sorry if I confused you. I was just waiting for you to join in with them since you’re their friend, so I thought you were just mocking me,” she explained.

Jongin’s heart melted at her words. Even now, she was apologising for something that wasn’t even her fault. “It’s ok. I understand now,” he said quietly. “I'll…wow. I really need to sit those two down,” he muttered irritably.

She laughed a little before the two of them fell back into silence, watching as the pups played with each other.

“H-hey…if, umm, if it’s not to weird of a moment to ask this, but I…well…”

“It’s ok.”

“If I get them to stop, are you willing to give them another chance?”

She fell quiet and he could see her thinking hard. “I guess I suppose so…I really don’t want to, but everyone needs second chances. Honestly though, it’d be easier to give you a second chance. You don’t seem that bad,” she concluded and gave him a small grin.

Jongin’s stomach flipped a nervous-excited loop. “Really?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I’ll fix this, I promise. I’m so sorry that they treated you like that, I’m honestly really shocked and beyond pissed, but they’re better than that, I swear.”

“I believe you.”

She could barely get through her sentence before the escape artist pup wriggled through the bars to indulge in another adventure. The two spent the next few minutes chasing excited yaps with the growing hope of of a happier future.

anonymous asked:

I don't know how to put it, but I have trouble believing things are real. Nothing too big, but still annoying. I'll look at a clock, read the time, and keep checking again because I always think I read it wrong. If a friend asks me to follow them I will, but the whole time I'm thinking that it's not them, just someone that looks like my friend. Not sure if it's related, but I also have to cover all my cameras because I think someone's watching me. I don't know what it is, but I want it to stop.

Hi darling,

I’m really sorry to hear that you’ve been struggling with this! It definitely sounds really annoying to deal with. Having trouble believing things are real is generally described as derealisation, which is a type of dissociation. Derealisation can include the following symptoms:

  • Feeling like a normal environment is unfamiliar;
  • A sense that what is happening is unreal;
  • Feeling detached from the world;
  • A perception of objects changing shape, colour, size;
  • Feeling that people you know are strangers.

(Source)

Someone can experience dissociation for many reasons. People who went through trauma will often experience dissociation, but it can also be a symptom of anxiety, depression, etc. It can be helpful to find out what could be causing you to dissociate. If it turns out you have anxiety and this is causing dissociation, then your dissociation will most likely reduce if you get treatment for your anxiety. There are some techniques that you can try without knowing the cause though. These are called grounding techniques. We have a page with different grounding techniques here. When you feel like you’re about to dissociate, you can use these techniques to try and stay more in reality. Or if you feel like you’ve already dissociated, you can use them to try and get back to reality. My personal favourite is the following grounding technique:

  • Describe 5 things you can see;
  • Describe 4 things you can hear;
  • Describe 3 things you can feel;
  • Describe 2 things you can smell;
  • Describe 1 thing you can taste.

I do want you to know that I’m not a professional in any way, so it’s definitely also possible that derealisation isn’t what you’re dealing with. We do not recommend self-diagnosis for the reasons listed here, so I definitely encourage you to see a professional so that you can get their opinion on what could be going on. You can visit your GP / local doctor and explain to them what’s been going on and that you want to find out what it is. They can then refer you to a psychiatrist, therapist, or other mental health professional. You can read more about getting help here.

Like I said, I’m not a professional, so I’m also not really able to say whether having to cover your camera is related. When you speak to a professional about the symptoms that could be derealisation, I’d also recommend you to speak to them about this. It could be a delusion, but it could also be something else. It’s just best to let a professional figure it out with you. I’m sorry that I can’t give you more answers, but I hope this helped at least a little bit!

Sometimes what seems impossible, is just hard.

Keep fighting beautiful <3
Love Pauline

i’ve been thinking about this for two weeks now and i know i will never have the time to actually get this au done unless i wait like… after i do two other multi-chapters (so like a year or two basically) but JUST HEAR ME OUT. long post. because do you really expect anything different from me at this point??? i’ve thought the whole thing out. this is basically a story outline rather than a prompt. lakjfhlkhj. guys.

OUAT CS JUMANJI AU.

(Do I have your attention?)

Emma and Henry move into this old house on the outskirts of this sleepy little town, Storybrooke, so that they can be closer to the woman who helped Emma get back on her feet a decade prior, Mary Margaret, Henry’s honorary aunt. The house is massive and could use some serious work but they got it dirt cheap because of some town myth that something terrible happened there to the original owners who lived there 200 years ago. Legend has it that there were strange, terrifying goings-on in the town for weeks, nothing anyone can prove though aside from some hokey old newspaper clippings hanging up in Granny’s Diner. Emma takes it all with a grain of salt. Henry thinks it’s awesome.

They slowly settle in, unpacking very gradually. Emma and Mary Margaret spend a lot of time trying to clean up the dusty, cobwebbed mess of the long-closed house while Henry escapes to explore. He startles when he hears something odd. The sound leads him to the attic, which is still stocked with countless items from those who lived there prior, stuff he can’t wait to dig into. But first he has to figure out what that noise is, and he’s excited when he comes across a fancy, but worn, leather box that has “Once Upon A Time” scrawled across the top. The noises stop. It’s a board game. Definitely something he can get behind after all the work they’ve been doing to the house.

He takes the game downstairs to his mom and MM and begs them to take a break and play a little, and they relent. The game comes with vague sort of instructions, that whichever player reaches the end first wins, yada yada, maybe a reference to happily ever afters being harder to seize than one would think. So they start.

And things get. Crazy.

I’m talking… beanstalks curling around the house and an ogre trying to break through and flying monkeys invading the town and fairies casting spells and magic beans opening portals and the Dark One coming after them.

And, of course, towards the beginning one of Emma’s rolls conjures a man from within the game. It’s Captain fucking Hook, or, as he explains to her, Killian Jones – the original owner of Emma’s home. The only reason Emma, Mary Margaret, and Henry survive as they do is because they have Killian to guide them through the chaos. He’s closed off, but opens up slowly as they go on, particularly to Emma.

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Komaeda/Hinata scenes in NDRV3: Talent Development Mode

If anyone is interested, I’m posting the transcripts of all the Komahina interactions I’ve come across in this mode so far! It’s basically a Non-Despair AU where everyone (from every game) goes to Hope’s Peak. Since I’m playing on a PS4 I couldn’t take screencaps/video, so I just typed everything they said.

To access these you need to beat NDRV3, have at least 4 V3 characters graduate through the Talent Development Plan, use those characters to obtain currency in Monokuma Dungeon mode, and then use that currency to purchase new characters from DR1/SDR2 at random. Whew! I’ve only managed to unlock Komaeda so far so if there are any more scenes I come across I’ll update this post. 

Anyway, transcripts are below the cut! These are from the official English localization so everyone is referred to by their first names.

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Oh Shit it's P5 headcanon time

Lets get this fucking show on the road alright wooo (Only the first 4 party members bc i only really have in depth headcanons for them. and i haven’t gotten much further past the second palace)

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sonhoedesrazao  asked:

OOOH JIMON: "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?" (make it a love declaration scene and i'll love you forever)

8:47AM.

Simon is gonna be late to class, he just knows it. Three months being exclusively nocturnal have really ruined him for normal things like timetables, public transportation and traffic. He gets off on the next station and decides to walk the rest of the way.

Still. Despite his racing thoughts and irrational fear that his professor will hate him forever for being a few minutes late, he’s excited. He’s going back to school! He’ll take classes again and be bored beyond relief over static lectures and be looked down upon by much cooler classmates. Things will go back to something resembling normal.

Simon checks his phone again. Twelve minutes until his class begins. He could use his vampire speed, but the streets are busy and swarming with people. That’d be a little hard to explain. He takes a deep breath and takes wider steps.

Someone bumps into him. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” 

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smirking-alya  asked:

Ok, first of all, I wanted to say that your blog is absolutely amazing. Not gonna lie I wasn't a big fan of this OT3, but when you write I love it very very much ^^ I'm really happy to have discovered your tumblr My favorites are definitely your NSFW and you reversed roles AU (if you ever wanna write another scene in it, anything, I'll read it very gladly X) ). Thank you very much for sharing your writing with us, I really appreciate it, you're awesome ❤️

Ace had changed.

Sabo could tell by the way he carried himself that the Ace he knew really was gone…but in his place was someone so much more.

More confident. More comfortable with himself. More alive. 

This Ace was…softer. 

Somehow more willing to let others in even when he teased them restless. He was a leader but unlike when they were kids didn’t expect others to keep up with him like he used to do with Luffy. He was a younger brother, content with letting others fuss over him and even doing the same to his younger brothers.

Sabo didn’t know what to do with this new Ace. All the tricks that used to work when interacting with the angry ball of freckles no longer applied- because there was no longer an angry ball. 

Every time he looked into those black sparkling eyes he was met with a stranger. A kind well-meaning stranger who wanted to know answers to his question who am I.

Who looked at Sabo like he had all the answers in the world.

Damn, but did that not hurt. It was great that this Ace was here…but this Ace wasn’t his Ace. 

It was selfish of him, but Sabo wanted his Ace. The one he grew to love for being the first person to look at him and care that he existed.  This Ace…had so many people to care about that some days Sabo felt like he didn’t care about him anymore.

He wanted to get off this stupid ship.

Sabo sighed rolling over to bury his face into his pillow. He was a horrible person, wasn’t he? Jealous that the man without his memories treated him like a stranger while he treated the people he grew up with like family instead of him. 

 Next to him, Marco mumbled in his sleep, shifting around a bit before resettling.

Sabo lifted his head a little to look at him, worried he woke him. 

 How in the world did the older man convince him to rest in his bed, the revolutionary may never know but it was much nicer than laying in the dark by himself overthinking everything.

Far better than having sleepless nights where his brain just wouldn’t stop. Marco had noticed the bags under his eyes, quickly which surprised him. Not even Koala is that fast.

By the end of that same day, all of Sabo’s possessions had been moved to the First Commander’s room. Of course, they told no one of this. Not even Whitebeard knew.

Sabo didn’t want Ace to think it was his fault. The guy was already feeling guilty for forgetting him, there was no need to make that guilt worse.

He liked sneaking into Marco’s room. 

His thoughts didn’t have the chance to run wild like they normally did. Usually, Marco would be able to distract him. He would step in when Ace got overly excited and ask too many questions, call him over to play cards some nights and even just sit with him at night hearing him talk about his feelings.

It was nice.

Now if only he could figure out what to do with the arm wrapped around his waist. 

“Go to sleep Sabo. It’s going to be alright yoi.” 

With a sleepy demand like that, how could he refuse?


“Marco!” 

The voice stared him awake a few hours later, the younger blond didn’t have time to react before the door was thrown open. He shot up like a rigid board, locking gazes with an equally surprised Thatch.

The two men said nothing, observing each other for what felt like an eternity to the blond. He didn’t miss the way the grinder’s eyes glanced down at his bare chest.

A slow smirk began to form on his lips which barred bad news for the younger man.

“I-It’s not what you think!  I can explain!” Sabo blurted before his brain could think better of it.  He winces because that phrasing along with the delivery was the exact opposite of what he wanted to convey. 

“Oh no. Don’t mind me. I just wanted to let Birdie over there know that the report he wanted is finished. Please go back to what you were doing.” The man says, placing a light stack of papers on Marco’s desk. He gives the horrified young man a large smirk before taking a great bow.  “Do come to breakfast when you’re done.” 

Then he was gone with a cheerful laugh.

Sabo is left gaping at the doorway. He isn’t sure how long he sits there, with the bed sheets pooling around his pajama covered waist and a man’s arm half slung off him.

He no doubt had horrible bed hair- he always does first thing in the morning- with a bit of drool on one cheek. 

How that whole image must look like…

“Mh. Goodmorning yoi.”  Marco’s voice snaps him out of his daze. He glances down just in time to watch sleep fall from the other’s man eyes. They focus on his face before Marco straightens “Are you okay?”

“Thatch…was here. He left you…a report.” The words come out slower because he’s still trying to process what this all means. 

“Oh? He finally got off his ass. Thank the Sea yoi.” The older man says relaxing. Sabo thinks he’s way too calm but maybe he doesn’t understand what this means yet.

“He saw me.”

“I see. Don’t worry he won’t say anything as long as you told him not to.” Marco pushes himself up, raising a brow as Sabo stays silent. “You did tell him not to say anything…right?”

“Um…about that-”

Marco get you filthy hands off of Sabo!”  The scream is followed by the sound of flames enlightening and Sabo jumps.  Was that…Ace?

“Oh great.”  The older man sighs just as the cabin door is blasted off its hinges. A figure of a man made of fire is on the other side. “Ace calm down. We’re just sleeping yoi.”

“I will defend Sabo’s honor! Prepare yourself!” The raven hair man shouts completely ignoring what Marco said, before jumping towards the bed. He drops kicks the First commander, rolling with him on the floor as the Phoniex raises his hands with a look of long suffering going willingly. 

Sabo is stunned.  Ace..still cared about him?

He peeks over the bed side to watch Ace bite Marco’s hand- which heals instantly as the older man lays on his back impassively. The young man didn’t get dishearted as he tries slapping the other’s face while flames burst from his shoulders hissing like a wet cat.

Or a toddler throwing a tantrum. Marco was certainly reacting like that was the case.

A bubbling laugh stops the “fight”.

They both look up to see the first real smile on Sabo’s face since they picked him up all those weeks ago. The image isn’t ruined by the tears ruling down his face in the slightest. 

“Thanks for defending me Ace but it’s not needed.” He says between gasps. It feels like a huge weight was just lifted off his shoulders as he whips some of the tears away. He throws the stunned men a dazzling smile. “It’s nice to know that you care”

It was really nice to know.

It’s @celesoran‘s bday!!! Please accept this small Speed Demons ficlet! :D


On a scale of one to ten, one being the least worst, and ten being the absolute most terrible, a rowdy bar in the rougher part of town on a Saturday night is probably on the higher end of Asahi’s discomfort spectrum.

He knows Daichi and Suga love this place, though, because it reminds them a little bit of the old days, the scent of smoke and danger always lingering in the air, the possibility of fight or flight always right around the corner. Asahi doesn’t miss those days nearly as much, and he knows the two of them are more or less happy in the relative stability they have now, but he does understand the notion of rose-tinted glasses born from nostalgia.

Asahi likes the quiet, though. That’s why he watches from a booth in the corner of the room, nursing a soda and snacking on admittedly delicious chicken wings, while Daichi and Suga jostle for elbow room at the crowded bar. They’re both already tipsy, and are making a game out of swatting each other’s asses and then acting like one of the other rowdy bar patrons around them is the overly friendly culprit.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I please get some headcanons on the RFA + V + Saeran finding out MC does martial arts? (On a side note: HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!)

A/N: fun fact i was looking for this request to answer it and scrolled past it multiple times i wAS LOOKING FOR 10 MINUTES (ALSO HAPPY LATE HOLIDAYS IM SORRY ILY) (ALSO I DON’T PARTICIPATE IN MARTIAL ARTS SOOOO) ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

           -He had no idea you did martial arts

           -Until one day you told him you were heading to the gym and!!!

           -Hello!!! MC!!! Not letting you go alone, I’m coming too

           - too many pervs at the gym, i’ll protect you

           -And! This is his chance to finally get out and exercise instead of playing LOLOL all the time

           -That being said, it was so hard to keep up with you???

           -You set up a practice dummy and started to throw a few strikes at it and he was amazed at how quick you were??

           -You practiced (and landed) a front elbow strike on the practice dummy, and it flew to the ground

           -It made him jump!!!! He had watched a martial arts club at his school practice once but decided not to join because he wouldn’t be able to do it himself (hitting people isn’t on his agenda)

           -So he recognized the moves but!!! HE HAD NO IDEA YOU WERE CAPABLE OF THAT? THAT’S ABSOLUTELY AMAZING MC YOU’RE SO BADASS??


*ZEN:

           -The both of you work out together

           -But it’s usually the standard things, like running, weight lifting, things of that sort

           -But you needed to practice some moves!

           -So you suggest working out separately this time!

           - GASPS AND IS IMMEDIATELY OFFENDED

           -MC!!! I’ll do whatever workout you want to do, it’s okay, I can take it!

           -He kept bragging about how strong he is, and whatever you had in mind, he’ll be fine

           -He did not think that the moment you lifted him over your shoulders for a take down

           - holY SHIT, MC???? WHAT THE FUCK

           -He just laid on the floor for a good 10 minutes, wondering how he never noticed you knew martial arts. And wondering how the hell you could take him down that easily. mC TEACH ME YOUR WAYS, STAT


*JAEHEE:

           -Yo, both of you participate in martial arts, how dope

           -She does Judo!!!! So she’d recognize any moves you throw out in front of her

           -But, you don’t even have to do a big reveal! She mention she does judo, you mention you also participate in martial arts

           -It’s all good!!

           -She would LOVE to watch a match or two of yours

           -Never, EVER spar against you though

           -She could never hurt her MC like that!!! Even if it was agreed on!!

           -She did attend a match though, and watched as you and your opponent went head to head

           -Starts calling out moves for you to use!!! Kick!! Strike!!! JOINT LOCK!!!

           - has to fight security to stay inside because she got too excited watching you

*JUMIN:

           -He kind of stumbled upon it on accident

           -He couldn’t figure out where some of his body guards kept getting black eyes and bruises from?

           -When asked, they refused to explain what happened

           -But one day, he came home early and heard fighting in his penthouse?

           -What in the world???

           -Wait…. isn’t MC home? Where are the body guards? Are yoU OKAY? MC I’M COMING

           -But when he busted the door open, though, he found all his body guards?

           -Why in the woRLD WERE THE RUSHING AT YOU WHAT IS HAPPENING

           -One flew to the floor, then another, then another. He stood in silence because he couldn’t think of what else to do? He watched until he could see you in the middle of it all, striking and throwing them around

           -That’s when it clicked that you were advanced in martial arts!!! Once the final body guard was groaning on the ground, his applause made you jump. While he was in awe of your skills, he had to remind you of the gym down stairs, and promise to hire people more qualified to spar with you because you can’t keep beating up his body guards like this MC, please

*SAEYOUNG:

           -He knows a few moves as well because he was an agent

           -But never even considered you might know a few moves?

           -The two of you were wrestling around on the floor in the living room

           -It had gone a little too far though, and he tossed you across the room

           -“MC oh my god I’m so sorry are you okay?!”

           -You immediately got up and charged him

           -Out of instinct, he almost tossed you over his shoulder again

           -But this time, you were prepared and held on, getting him in a choke hold, dropping the both of you to the floor

           -W h a t t h e f u c k MC WHAT IN THE WORLD

           -You let go and apologize immediately but!!! He’s so excited??? wink wonk He wants you to teach him some of those moves!!!! He needs to know!!!

*V:

           -You’re usually really sweet and quiet, so he never suspected you’d be into something like martial arts

           -He called and asked you if you wanted to go on a photo shoot with him, because it was so nice outside!

           -Sadly, you had to decline because you were wrapped up in something

           -“Oh? Do you need help with anything, MC?” no cutie but thank you

           -You decided to invite him to your practice! But refused to tell him what it was for

           -He thought it was going to be something sweet and graceful, just like you!

           -Lowkey hyped because whAT IF YOU DO BALLET??? MC THAT’S SO GRACEUL, ALL OF THE BEAUTIFUL ACTION SHOTS, HE CAN HARDLY CONTAIN HIMSELF

           -Except when he walked in, he heard a thud and looked over to see someone falling to the ground

           -Is…is this martial arts? MC, are you just volunteering here???? MC…? MC?!

           -Watched as your turn came up and you threw out a few strikes here and there. It wasn’t what he expected but? You still looked incredibly graceful. He got THE BEST action shot of you roundhouse kicking your opponent, it was right as your foot connected and hE LOVES IT SO MUCH MC HE’S COMING WITH YOU EACH AND EVERY TIME YOU CAN’T STOP HIM

*SAERAN:

           -He likes to take you out on dates and things of that sort at night

           -There’s less people, pretty lights, and it’s quiet

           -He loves it so much, but one thing he does not like are the annoying, creepy people that come out at night

           -He can protect you though, MC, it’s no problem!

           -He just hopes he isn’t going to have to

           -Only left for a moment to get the two a drink! When he came back, some guy was way too close to you?

           -Death Glare: Activated. 500% ready to throw the drinks down and kick some ass, but??

           -All of a sudden, the guy gets kneed in the gut, then kicked in the face?? By YOU???

           -He watched as the guy fell to the ground, almost as if it was slow motion. Snapped out of it quickly though, and went to make sure you were okay!!! Immediately takes you very far away from that guy. Then he completely checks you over, the moment he knows you’re okay he couldn’t hold back the laugh he had. You??? Knew martial arts??? You completely DROPPED that guy, MC!!! That’s amazing!! He’s so proud of you!

           - that’s right, don’t fuck with my MC

Green meets Blue

MariChat May 25th: Akumatized Chat

(ao3)

Summary: Marinette tries and fails to protect her identity.

I apologize for the Ooc-ness is this.


“Why are you dating him?” Chat asked, his voice sounding distinctly bitter.

Marinette blinked at the boy in confusion. He showed up without any fanfare and then demanded to know why she was going on a date. How did he even know about it?

“Is there any reason you need to know?” She asked flatly.

His expression flickered into something angry for a moment before fading back to something more neutral. “Just tell me.” His own voice flat.

She frowned. “No. It’s not your business who I date.” With that said she went back to drawing out her designs.

Chat lips thinned into a line. “Dating him for the pretty face, eh?” He asked dryly

She tensed up and spun around to face him again. “Shut up.” She growled.

His eyes flashed. Seems like he hit a nerve. “I didn’t really take you for that kind of girl.”

Marinette grit her teeth. “I always took you for a good for nothing mangy cat.” She retorted.

Chat frowned. “Is that what you really think of me…?” He looked almost hurt.

“Yes.” She snapped and once again tried to return to her work, though instead she ended up glaring at it.

Chat’s eyes darkened further. “Very well then.” He shook his head and left.

Marinette grimaced and looked to where he had been standing. “Good job Marinette.” She muttered self-depreciatingly.


The window to Chat’s bathroom cracked when he slammed it shut. He became Adrien as he walked into his room. Plagg almost immediately started wedeling him for cheese. To silence him Adrien tore his ring off and tossed it to the floor. It hit the ground with a clatter of ringing noises as it rolled under his bed.

He sat down at his desk and flipped on the screens. When he saw Ladybug plastered across them he screamed and smashed his hands down on his desk. His fist’s throbbed with pain as he seethed.

A black butterfly floated through his window and landed on one of his fists.

“Greetings, Heartbreaker. In return-”

“Yes. I agree.” Adrien hissed.

Hawkmoth chuckled. “Very well, go and get me Chat Noir and Ladybug’s Miraculous! Heartbreaker!”

Black energy consumed Adrien’s body and left behind a black leather suited boy with a dark red cracked heart in the middle of his chest.

The boy, Heartbreaker, clenched his fist in front of him. His fist glowed darkly. “I’ll show the world how it feels to have your heart ripped apart!” He slammed his fist into the desk again. This time the desk simply broke apart.

He grinned at his power. “First things first though, Marinette, your little boy toy-” He chuckled darkly. “-is going to get a visit.”


Marinette woke with a start and noticed her phone blowing up with notifications. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes as she grabbed it and unlocked it.

She groaned when she realized they were from the Ladyblog.

“What is it Marinette?” Tikki asked from the little nest of fabrics she used as a bed.

“An akuma.” Marinette slowly sat up. “It’s one in the morning and there’s a freaking akuma.”

Tikki looked at her in concern. “There’s never been one this late before.”

Marinette shook her head. “We’ve been lucky so far.” She stood fully and went to get dressed.

“I hope Chat realizes that there’s an akuma.” Tikki murmured.

“Let’s hope he gets notifications like I do.” Marinette said.

Finished getting dressed, Marinette quickly transformed and headed to where the reports were saying the akuma was.


Ladybug surveyed the destruction with trepidation.

The couple of people that had apparently been around when the akuma had shown himself lie on the ground crying. If that wasn’t creepy enough the ground had shards of glowing red and black crystal scattered on it.

Alya was trying to console a woman on the ground. Ladybug only realized it was the girl’s mother when she got closer.

“Maman, things are going to be alright. I promise.” Alya said soothingly. Her mother just shook her head and continued to cry.

“Alya, do you know what the akuma’s power is? Or where it went?” Ladybug asked softly.

Alya looked up with relief. “Thank god your here.” She shook her head as if to clear it. “I don’t know where he went,” She look apologetic. “But his powers…” Alya shuddered.

Ladybug frowned. “Are you alright? You look pale.”

Alya nodded. “I’m fine. He’s called Heartbreaker and can do what the name implies.” She then gestured to the crystals. “Those are what remains afterwards.”

Ladybug paled as she looked at the huge amount of crystal lying on the street. “Are all of those…?”

Alya swallowed and closed her eyes. “All of them.” She confirmed.

Ladybug shook herself. “Okay then.” She turned determined eyes on Alya. “I’m going to fix this. Try to get somewhere safe, alright?”

Alya nodded and went to prod her mother into going inside the nearest building.

Ladybug frowned, where could a guy called Heartbreaker be?


Heartbreaker grinned maliciously as he left the bakery. The tears he could still hear from behind him made him feel powerful. He had looked around for Marinette and she hadn’t been there so he took the price of her missing out on her poor ignorant parents.

He smiled crookedly as he gazed forward. “So there you are, Ladybug.” He tilted his head and held out his arms like he wanted a hug. “Miss me?” He jeered.

Ladybug was looking straight through him. She could hear the cry’s from where she stood. She grit tears of her own back, took a deep breath, and turned to face Heartbreaker.

“Miss you?” She shook her head in disgust. “I don’t even know you.”

His smile thinned. “Oh but you do-” She cut him off by flinging her yoyo in an arc around him.

He chuckled as he dodged to the side. “So predictable little bug.”

She growled and pulled her yoyo back. “Lucky Charm!” She yelled and threw her yoyo in the air. The charm dropped into her hands.

“Really.” She stated flatly. “What in the world am I supposed to do with a bar of chocolate?!” She yelled in frustration.

Heartbreaker laughed. “Chocolate, oh that’s rich.” He laughed harder.

She ignored him and looked around for a way to use her charm.

He smirked and waited patiently with his arms folded across his chest.

She glared at him and huffed. “I’ll just do this the old fashioned way.” She moved towards him and flung her yoyo forward again.

He smirked and flicked the yoyo back at her.

Ladybug rubbed her head. “You… you hit me in the head with my own yoyo.” She glared at him.

“You’re so easy to predict, My Lady.” He smirked and blew on his fingernails.

Ladybug froze. “What did you just call me?”

“You still haven’t figured it out?” He laughed cruelly. “How purrfect.”

Ladybug shook her head. “There’s no way…”

“That I’m Chat Noir?” He smirked. “Sorry to bust your bubble, Princess, but I’m the real deal.”

“P-princess?” She stuttered out, dread filling her. “Y-you’ve never c-called me that-”

“Come on Marinette.” He placed his head in his hand, his fingers covered his left eye, and smirked. “You’re not fooling anybody.” Another crooked grin.

Ladybug stared at him in terror. “Was… did I cause this?”

He glared at her. “Yes, you did.” He stalked towards her. “And now you’re going to feel the same thing I did when you ripped my heart to pieces.”

Ladybug dodged backwards as he lunged at her. She quickly threw her yoyo out and swung onto the rooftop behind her.

Heartbreaker glared at her.

“All I did was date someone why…?”

Heartbreaker snarled. “You turned me down so you could go out with some pretty boy!”

Ladybug shook her head. “You never even asked me out!”

At her words Heartbreaker’s chest seemed to glow darker. “How dare you…!” He snarled

Ladybug watched, terrified, as red streaks came from all over the city and slammed into Heartbreaker’s chest. They finally came to a stop just as two streaks came from her parent’s bakery.

Ladybug gaped. “Did you just absorb all those people hearts?”

He glared at her. “Why do you care…?” He blinked and then smiled victoriously.

“Of course I care!” She frowned. “You care too, Chat.”

He chuckled. “It’s Heartbreaker and-” He pointed at her. “-I seemed to have distracted you long enough.”

Ladybug’s hand went to her earing. Her eyes widened when she realized she was too late.

A flash and Marinette stood where Ladybug had been. Tikki floated down into Marinette’s waiting palms. “Sorry Tikki.” She murmured to the sleeping Kwami. “It looks like I’ve failed.”

“That you have.” She looked up and startled when she realized he was already on the roof.

She needed a way to distract him. “So why did you absorb those hearts? Some sort of powerup?” she prodded.

“Something like that.” He moved forward and Marinette moved back until her back hit a chimney. “I think it’s time I make you suffer for making me feel this way.”

Marinette squeaked when his hand gripped her throat. “How about you tell me what I did first!”

He hummed. “I already told you. You turned me down and then went out with some brat instead.”

“But I didn’t…” She froze at his slowly angering expression. “I don’t remember that. Please tell me.” She begged softly.

He considered her for a moment. “I suppose I can. I have all the power after all, but first.” He grasped her ear with his other hand and pulled out her earing. He then repeated the task on her other ear. “There, no more Ladybug.”

Marinette couldn’t hold back her tears. She had lost.

“Oh come on. Don’t you want to know where you went wrong?” He seemed almost gentle now.

The girl nodded.

“It was probably because you made me fall for you.” He chuckled at her forlorn expression. “Really though, it was because you turned me down last week like it was nothing and then had the guts to ask out some random kid instead of me.”

She blinked in confusion. “How could I have asked you out if I already turned you down?”

He looked condescendingly at her. “You turned me down as Adrien, Marinette, not Chat.”

“Oh.” She said softly.

“I thought that you had a crush on Adrien and it would have been simpler to date as ourselves. Yet you had no hesitation in dismissing me and my feelings.”

“I was trying to get over you. Adrien you.” She grimaced and tried to take deeper breaths as his hand had loosened a bit. “I didn’t think Chat had feelings for me at all.” She shook her head slightly. “If I had known…” She bit her lip. “I’m sorry Chat.”

He blinked at her in surprise and the heart on his chest pulsed red. “You’re sorry? Wait are you saying that if I confessed to you as Chat…?” He didn’t seem to be able to continue.

She looked him in the eye. “I had, have, feelings for both sides of you.” His grip on her neck loosened further. “I shouldn’t have tried to get over Adrien you by dating some random guy.” He let go of her. “I-” She took a deep breath. “-love you.” She pulled him towards her and kissed him square on the lips.

He froze and the heart on his chest seemed to pulse rapidly before glowing brighter than ever as he started kissing her back.

Marinette’s eyes widened when his akumatized state collapsed and the akuma came flying out of his chest.

Adrien’s confused eyes stared back at her.

Wasting no time Marinette grabbed her earrings from Adrien and put them back on. She transformed and purified the akuma and was surprised by the Lucky Charm sitting on the ground from earlier. One Miraculous Ladybug later and she could feel the soreness leave her neck.

She turned to see Adrien sobbing quietly into his knees.

She pulled him into a hug. “Shh. I forgive you.” Adrien just shook his head. “Fine.” She smiled at him. “I love you, Adrien, Chat.”

He looked up at her in surprise and she took the moment to reconnect their lips.

Everything else would eventually need to be dealt with, but for now Ladybug was just glad that Adrien was alright.

anonymous asked:

So i've just recently started reading sterek fic. And i've completely fallen down that rabbit hole. So i was wondering if you could recommend some good fics as you seem to have been reading some recently? It would be amazingly helpful if you could. Thanks! - Sam

you’re damn right i can rec you some sterek! 😊 i tried to pick some that weren’t just on the first page when you rank by kudos. here we go: 

sterek fic rec

Play It Again (ABSOLUTE FAVE. stiles’ characterization is PERFECT)
In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)

Say Something (my favorite The Sheriff Finds Out scene ever)
That first time Stiles decided it was probably wise to let sleeping werewolves lie.

The Socioeconomic Repercussions of Mutually Assured Destruction
The trouble with having the kind of brain that likes to write essays on male circumcision for an Economics class, is that it also likes to turn PowerPoint presentations for Biology into odes on the perfection of notorious bad boy Derek Hale’s backside.

Fly a Little Faster
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

Hell Is Other People series 
Stiles discovers the hazards of growing up a real boy when, at heart, he’s not a real boy at all.

Safety in Silence
It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

Crash Landers 
In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)

this boy, half-destroyed (don’t let the second person POV throw you off, it’s BEAUTIFUL)
Bodies – those are something you understand, mostly; you know immediately exactly how much smaller he is than the last time you saw him. Too skinny, too pale; his cheeks cave in a little too much, from his face. He’s a shadow of something: he looks like the dead walking. His hands are stuffed down in the pockets of his hoodie and he looks tentative but not afraid.

Derek Hale used to have a family. Now, he’s got a teenage human more trouble than he’s worth. Post-S2.

the blood blooms clean in you, ruby (same author, same concept, seriously, READ THEM BOTH)
You don’t remember, anymore, where exactly you were when you found out that she was dead. You remember almost everything else about her dying, though.

Stiles Stilinski has always been the person who will do what other people don’t want to. It’s hard, though, when your friends keep trying to protect you. Post-S2.

will to follow through (like, if i wrote teen wolf, this fic would’ve been season four. just absolutely 100% perfect, and i love danny mahealani) 
“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

cool story, bro
FUUUUUUCK, is it a sweet valley high situation where Stiles is very aware that his twin is way more attractive and confident than he is, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE IDENTICAL, and he always ends up with the hotter significant others and more friends and Stiles guesses that’s why he’s attracted to the pack at first, because it’s something that’s just his, not his twin’s too. But of course, Stiles’s twin gets bit and now he’s part of Derek’s pack, and Derek doesn’t snap at him like he snaps at Stiles, never slams him into things, fucking FIGURES, STILES’S TWIN GETS EVERYTHIIIIIIIING.

Hold The Door (Supernatural crossover but like… trust me)
When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.

Apathy, Apathy, You’ll Be The Death of Me
Everyone’s apathetic. Except Derek. Derek cares so much.

or Boyd is a pragmatic posthumous reappropriater, Erica spends her free time impersonating Meursault and playing Fruit Ninja, Isaac would like everyone to settle down already, Stiles is bi, Scott’s actually holding it together pretty well for a week-old Alpha with a two pack problem, Jackson’s a lizard, Lydia accessorizes, Allison’s playing on a rival (semi-murderous) team and Derek just keeps showing up.

→ que tu m’aimais encore (read the fake boyfriend convention au by the same author after this one to cheer you up)
Wolves mate for life, don’t they?

But I’m Not a Soldier
The first time Derek shoves Stiles against a wall, she pepper sprays him in his face.

But The World Won’t Stop Turning (y’all know i can’t resist a time traveller’s wife au)
Derek glances at Stiles, who is watching him with a curious expression.

“Oh shit,” Stiles exclaims as comprehension dawns on him. “Everything makes sense now. Derek, I know what the witch did, she cursed you with – “

But before Stiles is able to finish his sentence, everything fades away and Derek is surrounded by darkness.

{I'll figure out a title later}

AN: normally I would never write a cheating fic, but I had this one idea and it caught on fire.

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Sasuke had grabbed his backpack and was about to head out the door when he heard his boss’s wife raising her voice over the phone. He shouldn’t have stopped, but an odd curiosity about the woman…

“I’ve been planning this dinner for two weeks,” she held the old-school phone to her ear, she was twisting the cord. “I - I don’t want excuses…”

He stepped in the doorway to see her trying to fan tears away. “No, but…fine. Yes, it’s fine. I haven’t even started.”

It was a lie, the table in the dining room was set and the other house cleaners were waiting. He had only taken a job as a Cleaner to make some extra money–it was his second year of college with no car. His big brother got him the job through a partner.

She hung up the phone. “Geez,” she covered her face and turned around. The older woman was clearly startled by his presence. “Sasuke!” She placed a hand on her chest. “You…scared me. How…how long have you been standing there?”

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Model (Taehyung x Reader, smut)

a/n: shoutout to my best friend being a film major

“You want me to what?” You ask incredulously, and he looks almost nervous.

“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s for the project. I’m using the film to examine natural movement and how it carries over to different forms. It’s silent and it won’t be graphic or anything, but”-

“But you still want me to have sex with you in front of a camera?”

He rubs his hand on the back of his neck, watching you carefully.

“Kind of.”


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#228 - For anonymous x3

Filling the prompts “Could I request a fic about y/n doing work experience as a catfish roadie and realizing it’s the job they want? You can include a romance with Van to make it better and him encouraging y/n to do what she really wants?” and “ reader and Van meet at one of catfish’s gigs because she is one of the new sound engineers in the crew and helps set up the mics & other equipment for them & Van starts asking questions & then out of the blue asks her out?” and “ you and van fight before he gets on stage, but then he sings hourglass(or any other catb song tbh, whatever fits in) and both of you start crying/get all emotional bc this song means so much on ur relationship and when he comes back you sort things out?”

Mini-request of (like in the 7 video) Van in a near-lying position, guitar on his lap for @binksey


The fear was a late bloomer. All through high school you were never very concerned with what others referred to as ‘the future.’ The here and now is what you cared about. Spending time walking through gardens, taking note of how all the different leaves and petals had their own texture and smell. Watching videos on YouTube over and over until you could build your own customised sound equipment that you’d sell to the shitty pop punk bands that formed in your music class. Scribbling out phrases and drawings in a notebook and being subsequently annoyed at your lack of artistic ability. So, when the whole senior year was given thick books with information about university courses and future pathways, it felt like a slap in the face.

Suddenly, every other person your age seemed to know what they were about and where they were going. They excitedly applied to study and travel and start their adult lives. Where the fuck had you been while they all made those big decisions? Face down in stacks of vinyl records? Sleeping whole days away in your bed, only getting up to explore the city by moonlight? What the fuck.

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snow in april chapter 4

deadalive au, casefile

one /// two // three

warning for discussion of death, general eerieness, references to mulder’s abduction. the goosebumps book that anna references is the scarecrow walks at midnight, one of my childhood favorites.

They ended up eating lunch at Haswell’s while they waited for her coworker to show up: sandwiches and soup. Haswell and Scully did that thing girls did where they bonded easily and chatted about things that weren’t probable murders - impending motherhood, for example. (Or maybe it wasn’t just girls, maybe it was normal people in general.) Haswell asked how far along Scully was, and Scully said, “Eight months,” and Haswell said, “Oh, in the long stretch, huh,” and Scully said, “Seems like it.” Haswell cast a few looks over at Mulder like she was expecting him to comment or confirm fatherhood. Mulder didn’t say much, just ate his soup.

The little one, Lyla, slurped her soup and grinned at them through orange-red tomato-stained teeth. She asked a lot of questions about the FBI - namely what it was and if it was cooler than her mom’s job. Anna didn’t say much of anything either, just shuffled her soup through the spoon grumpily. It was probably one of the more bizarre meals of Mulder’s lifetime - and it was, he realized, very likely his future, considering the possibility that Scully didn’t get pissed off and kick him out. (The more he fucked up, the more likely it seemed.)

Haswell’s coworker showed up after lunch, letting himself in with his own key. (Mulder wondered if this meant that his and Scully’s key-sharing practice was normal.) “Uncle Jeff!” Lyla squealed, running to hug him around the legs.

“Hey, kiddo,” the man said, tousling her hair. “Think your mom and me need to do work stuff right now, okay?”

The kid pouted, slinking off into the living room. Anna followed, offering a brief fist bump to the guy as she went. “Uncle Jeff” came around the table and offered a hug to Haswell. “These your FBI agents, Mari?” he asked, tousling her hair.

He seemed to have an easy repertoire with Haswell, a close relationship, but in the moment it looked kind of one-sided: she shrugged him off and motioned towards the other people in the room. “This is Agent Scully and Agent Mulder,” she said. “The federal agents and witnesses from yesterday… they have some insight on the case.”

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only thing worth being alive for (shane walsh)

Originally posted by danversawyers

(requested by @twinklyhood ! thank you so much! it got a little long, but i couldn’t help myself- i love a good buildup and i love shane :’) <3)


here’s the truest thing i’ve ever known/ the heart is just a muscle with a rhythm all its own/ it doesn’t stop when you decide not to move on/ the heart knows nothing of your love or of your loss 

so life just keeps on ticking by/ compelled by instinct to survive/ and love’s the only thing worth being alive for

it’s not something that you put to bed, hang your head and just forget/ no, love don’t know how to rest 

(how to rest- the crane wives)

Georgian summer nights are as relentlessly hot as the days, and Shane can feel his patience running thin. He tugs at the already unbuttoned collar of his deep blue shirt and stares out into the seemingly endless dark stretching beyond the camp, his eyes stinging with strain, tiredness and campfire smoke.

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