god knows how many times i watched it

12.12 coda. deancas.

“So…”

Dean.” 

“Oh, come on, man. You can’t expect me to just…”

“I don’t expect anything from you.”

“Well, I…” The words die on his lips. He doesn’t know what he wants to say, what he can say. Cas loves him, and that’s just- he can’t even wrap his head around it.

Cas takes advantage of Dean’s inability to finish to push past him and walk toward the kitchen. It takes Dean a minute to collect himself, steel himself, and round up enough courage to follow. When he walks through the doorway he sees Cas fiddling with the coffee machine.

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anonymous asked:

Just wondering if there was any other couple you ship like you ship Olicity? I'm the anon who asked if you'd write for any other fandom once :)

Well, the only ship I shipped like I ship Olicity was when I didn’t even know what shipping was because I was a youngling. 

It was Rick and Evelyn from The Mummy.

Evelyn is a brainy, brilliant focused woman  

with an intense passion for history and archaeology. And she’s a librarian. 

Rick is a rough, big, tough guy 

who can kill people with his bare hands. He’s grr with everyone but just goes soft when it comes to Evy. 

She finds him in a prison. He kisses her because he’s about to be hanged. 

And then when he cleans up? 

Oh boy, I shipped them. 

They made each other the best version of themselves, saved each other

the UST was off the charts (I mean they looked at each other and I melted)

their small moments just…

their banter just made me gleeful

and when they got together, it was simply magic.

(This is simply one of the most beautiful kisses in any movie ever)

Plus, height difference.

Sounds familiar? Yes, anon. I have a type apparently.

I completely, absolutely, totally shipped these two so much I wanted to smush their faces together. And it wasn’t a phase. (Trust me, I’ve had phase couples). Even now I watch this movie and these two slay me. I love them so much. 

Little Hands | Ivar Lothbrok

Tagging: @heathen-army

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Words: 2000+

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Rating: Teen 

Warnings: Swearing, childbirth, pregnancy, breastfeeding 

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If Ivar could walk, he would be pacing to wear a hole in the floor; you were sure of it. He sat next to you on your shared bed, one hand on the top of your swollen stomach and the other clasped firmly around your own. You watched the worry etch into his pale features, his fingers grasping yours so tightly they were beginning to go numb. You brought your free hand to his face, gently smoothing the wrinkles that had settled in above his brow with your thumb.

“Ivar, my dear husband, will you please relax?” He scoffed but loosened his death grip on your fingers to allow you some relief. You sighed as he possessively rubbed over your stomach as if trying to calm the small child inside with just his touch. You had been feeling the tightening of your womb for several days but early this morning your waters had broken, throwing Ivar into a fit of worry and anguish.

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“Supergirl and Lena coming out to the public with a photoshoot with James that they publish in a CatCo edition for pride month.” from @draconicdivinity


Snapper is utterly unfazed by Kara’s pitch.

A Pride Month edition of CatCo – something Cat Grant herself started years ago – this time featuring National City’s hottest new couple.

A Super and a Luthor.

Finally ready to acknowledge that they’re a couple. That they’re wildly in love.

Lena, secure enough to know that Kara – that Supergirl – hell, that her girlfriend, her girlfriend, will not let her down. Will not love her then leave her, in the public spotlight, no less.

Kara, trusting Lena’s ability to care for herself enough to know that she can handle herself if any threats come down on her for this.

Lena, ready to face her mother’s wrath. Again.

Kara, ready to respond at any and all moments to the call watch Winn had made for Lena – modeled on the one Clark had given James – so that Supergirl will never be the reason Lena is hurt.

“Better spruce up on your ability to write about yourself in the third person, Danvers,” he grumbles, but his almost invisible, wry grin weaves entire tales of the way he lost the bet he had with Cat Grant about when Supergirl and Lena Luthor would be ready to go public with their relationship.

With themselves.

Her hands are shaking the morning James meets them in the studio for their photoshoot, and Lena stills them with her own, with soft kisses to each knuckle.

“We don’t have to do this, Kara,” she tells her for perhaps the hundredth time. “It’s alright if you’re not ready, if – “

“No, no, that’s not it, Lena. I just… Sara isn’t a superhero on this Earth, so… so on this Earth, there really aren’t out queer superheroes. What if everyone starts thinking that I – I don’t know – that I’m the only way to be bi? All that representation, all on me…”

She sighs and she relishes the way Lena listens.

Listens with her full body, her full attention.

This woman who practically lives in her office; this woman who is constantly working, and loves it; this woman whose mind is constantly everywhere at once, who is always so busy that focus is a relative thing.

This woman is focusing, entirely, on her girlfriend, and it sends pleasant tingles down Kara’s spine. It almost makes her stop breathing.

The intensity of what it means to have Lena Luthor pay full attention to her. Her girlfriend, yes, but god, what a powerhouse of a woman.

Kara giggles suddenly, and Lena arches an eyebrow.

“You’re like a superhero, too, you know,” she tells Lena, who laughs open and loud because her girlfriend is utterly ridiculous.

Neither of them notice James clicking away, snapping impromptu photographs of them, incomplete makeup jobs be damned.

These will be better, anyway.

Kara with her hands in Lena’s, smiling earnestly, softly, watching her girlfriend laugh.

“No, I mean it! I was just thinking about… about how brilliant you are, and how many times you’ve saved us all, and how…  how proud I am that you even… noticed me, let alone date me.”

“Kara Danvers, I’ve told you before, and I will tell you every day until you understand why,” Lena bites her lip, the laughter gone from her face now. “You are my hero. Not this cape – although I do love your cape – “

They share a private laugh, and Kara blushes almost as red as the cape currently swept to her side for the photoshoot. “ – because I didn’t know you were bulletproof the first time I laid eyes on you. I didn’t have to. You’re special without all…”

She runs her fingers up and down Kara’s arms, up and down her superhero blue. “… without all this.”

The tears stinging Kara’s eyes blink away as she notices – finally – James snapping away.

“We’re not even through with makeup, James!” Kara pouts, and James just laughs.

“I won’t use any shots you both don’t approve of, you know that. But um, Kara, can I talk to you for a second?”

If James were any other ex of Kara’s, Lena might have bristled. But he is so much more than her ex; he’s her family. So when Kara squeezes Lena’s hands and gets up to follow James, Lena watches with a vague smile, because her heart is hammering with the thrill of finally being out together, the thrill of what Kara just told her, the anticipation of the reception of the piece, the relaxing evening Kara mentioned having planned for tonight.

“Listen, I wanted to – “

“Are you sure you’re okay doing this – “

They both stop and they both laugh and look in opposite directions.

James recovers first.

“I am so happy that you’re happy, Kara. And I’m glad Snapper assigned me to this. It’s a big deal, and it’s… honestly, Kara, it’s an honor. Look.” He shows her the feed from his camera, what he’s taken so far, and Kara gasps.

Lena, running her fingers tenderly down Kara’s suited-up arms.

Lena, hands mixed up with Kara’s, staring at her intently, so intently, that the picture alone makes Kara squirm with delight, with heat, with joyful humility.

Lena, tossing her head back and laughing, with Kara looking at her like she’s the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. And she would know.

“James, they’re beautiful,” she whispers, and he smiles.

“You’re beautiful together, Kara,” he tells her, and Lena’s the one who snaps a picture with her phone when she hugs him.

The rest of the afternoon is full of laughter, full of Kara trying to be intimidating and finally admitting that Alex pulls off the hands-on-hips thing much more confidently than Kara can.

Full of Lena stepping into classic Supergirl poses – eyes serious, arms crossed across her chest; chin tilted upwards, hands on her hips – with Kara, jaw dropped, eyes wide, next to her, a heady combination of amused and turned on.

“Told you you’re a superhero, you do the poses better than me!” Kara stammers when she finds words again, and Lena just laughs, just kisses her cheek, just whispers into her ear about Kara doing the important poses just fine, and the next series of photos is of a blushing, spluttering Supergirl and the human woman who can reduce the unflappable hero into a pile of mush.

When Kara tries to imitate the crisp, efficient, brilliant stance that Lena has at the studio desk, simulating her role as CEO of L Corp, James grins and sighs behind the camera, already anticipating the teasing about that desk that’s going to come from Alex and Maggie and Winn.

And probably some of the social media feeds, as well.

But all of that is inevitable. They’ve discussed it all, they’ve processed it all.

And they’re ready for it all. Together.

So when James still hasn’t quite found a cover photo yet, the one he takes when Kara pulls Lena close and gathers her into her arms – when they’re lost in each other’s eyes so deeply that it seems like they’ve forgotten they’re in a studio, that Kara’s feet might lift off the ground at any moment, and they do, slightly, they do – is what he knows will be the winner, what he knows will reach young queer kids and older queer adults, on the cover of a Pride Edition that is bound to need extra printing.

Because National City’s savior and her superhero girlfriend are redefining heroism as looking lovingly, openly, into someone else’s eyes, and that?

That’s something they’re all very ready for.

creep. pt.1

pairing: g-dragon/kwon jiyong x reader
rating: m (language, sexual content)
genre: angst, smut
pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, final

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Originally posted by rep-lay-ed

i don’t care if it hurts. i wanna have control.

“This movie is way too cheesy, Ji.”

“Shh.”

“How can you watch this crap? Let alone enjoy it! You already know she’s going to end up with mr. fancy pants from the get go! They already had a slow-mo kiss scene!”

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Me: The Falsettos screening was amazing and beautiful and completely destroyed me and it’s almost worse seeing it in a movie theater because there are so many close-ups of the actors crying and you just get all of the heartbreak so it’s even tougher for you to watch and now that I know Andrew had to do that show eight times a week while dealing with a break-up the whole things is even sadder and I don’t know how he did it but HE FREAKING DID and I just have so many feelings. Oh my God. When am I gonna get over this? When am I gonna get over this? WHEN AM I GONNA GET OVER THIS?

Customer: Yeah, okay, can I order a burger now?

anonymous asked:

hi, I just watched 3x20 Olicity sex without BG music lol, I don’t know how many times I watch it, but after this week episode I feel it’s ok to watch few more times hahaha. So it’s only me that when I watch it,I feel like I kinda intrude lol all the moans and all that intimate stuff hahha. it’s not really an ask, but I thought I will share with you

Oh my god, it’s so intimate, anon, so intimate. I just watched it again (and again, and a few more times because why not) and it always strikes me how much I feel like I’m peeping in on someone. Which I guess I am but it really speaks to the kind of scene we got between them. I can’t believe how much we got, it feels like I’m watching something on a different network, and that they took the time to explore the intimacy and love and intensity between them

(One of my favorite moments because you know she’s straddling him and where are the dailies from this scene?!)

One thing that strikes me is that it’s so silent save for the rustling of clothes and the heavy breathing and the moans…

(god the moans like when he’s carrying her over to the bed lord save me), 

… it makes it so much more intimate. Logically I know they’re on a set and they’re filming and whatever but…

It’s also because they wanted it that way, to show how much they are focused on each other, on feeling

There’s only so much you can say and then there’s communicating everything through touch and sensation

i am undone

my soul is on fire all over again

There are over 23 million views of this video alone - 23 million views - aka a bunch of us have watched this thing literally hundreds of times.

BTS Reactions to Kissing Around the Other Members

Request: Can I request a reaction where the other members are in the room and one member of bts and their s/o kiss each other? Thanks :) loved your ‘Bts reacting yo a clingy s/o’ reaction♥

Note: Ahh thank you for enjoying my work! I try my best to make it satisfactory. Thank you for requesting and I hope I do this justice! Also, for the general audience, don’t forget to request! my ask box is completely empty and though i have some ideas, they’re mostly scenarios that’ll take while to write. Bless me with your creativity!

Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Honestly, giving a Jin a kiss is probably the only way to get him to quiet down from one of his tangents, so whenever the members are gathered in the dorm to relax and the eldest begins to talk about cooking cleaning, or (god forbid) himself: the others practically ask his s/o to take care of him. Though it was very cringey to watch at first, they would get used to seeing the act of Jin getting a light kiss to the lips and a few words whispered to him that often had him smiling like a maniac. As long as he would just stop talking, they would endure anything.

“Honey, do you know how many times I’ve been called here just to shut you up?”

“Do you know how many of those times I just wanted a kiss without having to put in much effort?”

Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by smol-jims

Namjoon would probably kiss his s/o in front of the others just to get the reaction. It would be out of nowhere, too. The group would be messing around in the practice room while the guest sat to the side of their phone, and this large dork would take time before a run-through of their choreography just to waltz over and tilt their chin up for a light kiss, claiming it was for “good luck.” This would probably earn a laugh from Hobi, a semi-disgusted grimace from Yoongi, and exaggerated “awe’s” from the others, to which the couple would become a red-faced mess over.

“Hyung I know you were trying to be smooth, but that was just cheesy and cringey.”

“Jungkook-ah, watch your words before I tell Jin-hyung to limit your food supply.”

Min Yoongi

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

It’s a well known fact among the members: soft kisses make Min Yoongi soft-hearted. They found this out after witnessing his s/o draped over the back of his shoulders and forcefully pressing soft kisses to his cheeks. The true smile on his face fueled a ton of teasing from the older and younger members alike. Whenever he had a foul mood or threw around a bit more salt than usual, once of the others (usually Hobi) would offer kisses in their best aegyo voice just so he could cheer up. From the disgusted responses they got, it also became a well known fact that only soft kisses from Min Yoongi’s s/o made him soft-hearted. Did it stop them? Of course not.

“Hoseok if you take one more step near me with those kissy lips I will stuff these chopsticks so far up your a-”

Jeon Hoseok

Originally posted by jhope-ah

Kisses from Hoseok are completely spur of the moment. There’s no telling when they’ll be placed, or where, so it’s a complete surprise to everyone when in the middle of a match of rock, paper, scissors (completely fueled by boredom) in the corner of the practice room that Hobi takes his s/o’s cheeks in his hands and presses a ton of scattered kisses around their forehead, nose and mouth. The couple that are full of giggles and cheesy love gain attention from the others and ultimately get kicked out for being a distraction (aka being disgusting).

“This is why I told you to stop, you dork!”

“But why would I want to stop showing you my love? It makes no sense, my love.”

Park Jimin

Originally posted by chimchams

Jimin kissing his s/o weirded out the other members (”He’s just…my child”) and that’s exactly exactly why he did it so often. As the happy couple practically sat on top of each other on the couch, Jimin would often amuse himself by creating an awkward atmosphere. Wrapping an arm around their waist, playing with their hair lovingly, pressing soft kisses to their jawline. One by one, each member just ended up taking their leave. It’s comparable t making ot in a room of family, and Jimin loves to laugh at the thought.

“Jiminie, the others are going to run away again, stop.”

“I’d rather be alone with you anyway*

Cue Min Yoongi’s exit.

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by dammithoshi

Taehyung probably wouldn’t even realize his actions until hearing a chorus of groans and “get a room’s” in the general area around him. Kissing his s/o will probably become habit in the midst of them messing around with one another like toddlers. With the other members always having to watch over them like parents, there is imminent disgust in watching Tae pick up his s/o and spin them too harshly before setting them down and kissing the dizziness away from their features. It becomes either a “hit him whenever he’s too cute” or “suck it up and let them be in love” situation amidst the six witnesses, and of course the former is a more enjoyable response.

“Tae-ah I literally cannot stad straight anymore what have yoU DONE.”

“Awe, my poor baby I’m so- oW WHAT THE HELL, JIMIN-HYUNG?”

Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by ken-z-the-aesthetic-queen

Honestly, who wouldn’t want to kiss this child every time he acted an ounce of cute? After his s/o explained to the other members that his soft cheeks and puppy-eyed glance were always too cute to avoid kissing, he became the main focus of teasing. Jungkook would probably hear the exaggerated noise of “cute~” more often than ever before just because of his s/o admiring everything he does and rewarding it all with a kiss. He wouldn’t understand, but he definitely wouldn’t complain either.

“Why do you always kiss me when I’m in the middle of spacing out?”

“First of all, you look like a really lost puppy whenever you do. Second of all, it’s so goddamn adorable that I can’t resist the urge.”

The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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Forehead and Chill // BTS’ J-Hope

When the two of you go through your skincare routine together.

[A/N] Inspired by this gif set here

Fluff, humour.
Word Count: 1.6k.



“Toner, serum, moisturizer, then sheet mask?”

“Doesn’t it go toner, serum, mask, and then moisturizer?”

You glance down to see Hoseok squinting at the item in question as though it holds the key to the universe of glowing skin. The bathroom of his one-bedroom apartment is fairly cramped, with hardly enough space for a fully grown man and his stack of frog-print towels which he insists on keeping piled in the corner, but you make do with the limited room by standing between his legs as he perches atop the bathtub rim.

“I’m pretty sure Jin said to use the mask first,” he muses almost to himself, “But then we’d have to wait too long for the essence to dry before putting on the cream…”

“You know what, it probably doesn’t matter,” you point out kindly, readjusting the clips holding back your bangs. “It’s all being slathered on the same place.”

He takes one final look at the instructions before pulling away. “Yeah, you’re right,” he decides, shaking his head. A flop of hair falls into his eyes and he absentmindedly pushes it back. Unlike your hairpins, Hoseok’s choice of accessory is a black headband, positioned carefully over his head to reveal an expanse of skin for the lotion’s taking. You can’t help but feel the warm rush of satisfaction (and perhaps the slightest hint of envy) at the sight of it. Jung Hoseok’s forehead, as is the rest of his glorious self, is simply too spectacular to put into words. “Jin’ll complain that I messed up his perfect routine again, but that’s okay. I’m pretty sure he just makes it up as he goes, anyway.”

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Breaking Point (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Originally posted by hamiltontrashfam

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Requested?: ‘Hi! I’m not sure if you would still do this but would you mind making a story using this angst prompt? “You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead!” Bye take care and keep up the good work!”’ (@perkyelsie )

Prompt: Thomas and (Y/N)’s very toxic relationship. Then, (Y/N) can’t take it anymore.

Words: 1300+

Warnings: Yelling, Verbal Abuse, Punches

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“Thomas!” You marched down the stairs and into the media room where your southern casanova of a husband was, sitting on an expensive white fur couch, drinking a glass of red wine. He was watching some stupid politics channel like he does every day he’s home. He was dressed in his usual purple and black suit. His hair was fluffy as usual. He never changed how he looked, which bored you. 

“Can’t you see that I’m busy, (Y/N)?” Thomas snapped as he motioned to the television. “I’m watching the democratic party make fools of themselves.”

“Aren’t you a democrat?” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest. Your husband glared at you and placed the wine glass on the table.

“(YN), I am a Democratic-Republican. How many times do I have to repeat myself?” He turned back to the television, murmuring something that sounded like ‘God, you’re stupid.’ 

You pretended not to hear his remark and spoke. “Maria wants to know if you’re coming to the recital on Saturday. She has a solo she wants you to see.”

Thomas didn’t move a muscle or look at you. “Tell her I’m working late as usual.” He murmured in a bored tone.

“You said that last time.” You retorted. “Thomas, this is your daughter’s last recital before she is officially done with her lessons. Could you please go to this one-”

“Don’t question my reasonings, (Y/N).” Your husband cut you off, glaring at you with annoyance. “Now please go make yourself useful for once in our marriage and tell Maria I won’t be attending her recital.”

You growled in rage as you strolled out of the room. Your fists were clenched and you were surprised the heels of your stilettoes haven’t snapped off yet from how violent your footsteps were.

How did your ten-year marriage deteriorate to a prison sentence for you? Well, Thomas Jefferson was a very successful lawyer and politician. This power and fame turned him from a sweet southern gentleman to an arrogant full-of-himself asshole with a narcissistic attitude. You two married immediately after you turned eighteen. spending your senior prom in your private ceremony at a small white chapel owned by your family. You finished high school and entered college as newlyweds. The next four years of college were wedded bliss. You gave birth to your twin son and daughter the summer before your sophomore year. After graduating, Thomas immediately landed a job in a law firm. Now here you were, six years later. living in a mansion and your husband rising in fame. You were still a happy, loving couple but soon, because of him working late hours and you being cooped up in the house all hours of the day, your marriage began to deteriorate. Your children were missing their father and you were missing your husband. But he became worse and worse. You would take the children and go visit your parents and close friends. You’d go visit your friend Eliza and her husband, Alexander. Alexander was a rival lawyer of your husband’s and Thomas was never happy when you went to visit the Hamilton’s. He thinks you were telling Alexander all of his secrets and cases, which you weren’t. Your friends would try and talk you into filing for divorce but you denied their suggestions, saying you can’t do that because you’d probably won’t get anything from the divorce. But now, here you were, in an unhappy marriage, wanting to get out with your children and never come back. You weren’t married to your Romeo anymore. You were married to County Paris. You weren’t happy anymore. You wanted to get out. But the only way out was death or a very messy divorce. 

You stomped up the stairs and stopped outside of the lounge where your children were. You opened the door and stepped in, gaining the attention of both daughter and son. Maria put her violin and Madison stood from his piano. 

“Mom!” Both children walked over to you, worried looks on their faces. You smiled sadly as you sat down on the loveseat. 

“Did dad yell at you, mom?” Madison asked. 

“Did he hit you?” Maria asked, fear and concern on her face. 

You shook your head. “He didn’t hit me or yell. But I’ve reached my limit with him.” 

“Are we leaving now?” Madison asked loudly, causing Maria to clasp her hand over his mouth. You nodded, making both their eyes widen in surprise and possible relief. 

“Tonight.” You whispered. “I need you two to start packing immediately. We are leaving after your father goes to bed.”

Both kids nodded and ran out of the room, leaving you alone. You reevaluated what your plans have been for the past month. You’ve been trying to get your kids out of this house but you knew Thomas wouldn’t allow you to leave. You three were merely visuals in his life of fame and fortune. The perfect family.

But everything perfect ahs at least one flaw. Your husband’s narcissism was the flaw in this perfect facade. And you were breaking out. Permanently.

~~~

You double-checked to make sure Thomas was asleep. You slipped a few sleeping pills in his dinner so he’d sleep soundly through your escape plan. You had packed as much clothes and supplies that your suitcase you contain and the children did the same. You called Eliza about your plan and she was now waiting outside in her car. You had slipped out of bed, changed into a sweatshirt and jeans with fuzzy boots, and grabbed your stuff before sneaking out of the bedroom and down the hall, where the children were waiting at the head of the stairs. You three then tip-toed down the stairs and padded towards the front door. Madison had just stepped out when the lights in the foyer turned on. You turned around to see your husband standing there at the foot of the stairs, his arms crossed and an irritated look on his face. You immediately ushered your daughter out of the house and closed the door. You had your back to the door and a determined but scared look in your face.

“Where are you going this late, (Y/N)?” Thomas asked simply.

“Out.” You answered coldly, trying to maintain a neutral tone. 

“Out where?”

“Away from here. Away from you.” 

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Now what have I done this time to make you try to leave? Did I leave the seat up? Not tell you ‘i love you’ enough? What have I possibly done to piss you off, (Y/N)? Hmm?”

You gritted your teeth. “You’re an arrogant asshole.” You hissed. “All you care about is yourself and your reputation. You don’t love me or these children. So, I’m just making your life easier.” 

Thomas chuckled. “You better take back what you just said, my dear.” He walked up to you and stopped when his face was inches from yours. “You wouldn’t want to make me mad.”

“You don’t scare me.” You shot back quickly. 

“Really now?” He grabbed you harshly by the chin. “Because I can tell I do scare you. Now, apologize.”

You then snapped and your fist went flying into your husband’s face, sending him stumbling backward and falling on his backside. He clasped his cheek and looked at you with confusion and disbelief.

“You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead!” You yelled, taking your suitcase in one hand and opening the front door. “There will be divorce papers in your mailbox next week. I am done with your shit, Thomas Jefferson! Good day!” 

And with that, you walked out of that house.

And out of that horrid chapter in your life.

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Sunny Days- chapter 13

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Summary- The aftermath of Sunny’s stunt takes an unexpected turn.  

Word Count- 3k

Author’s Note- is at the end

Warnings- Language and Smut

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Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

“What were the rules I gave you? The rules you asked for?” Negan stood, glaring down at his young bride still on her knees before him.

“Um…no cussing,” Sunny said batting her lashes at him innocently.

“Don’t fucking go all doe-eyed on me. That shit won’t work. What are the other fucking rules, Sunny?” He swung Lucille over his shoulder, his other hand resting on his hip.

“No, lying. Wear what you tell me. No touching myself….”

“Damnit, Sunny. You fucking know which rule I am talking about,” he growled pinching the bridge of his nose.

She sighed and averted her eyes to the gravel between his black leather boots. “Do what you say, no questions asked.”

“That’s fucking right.” He paced in front of her. “And does starting a blowjob and running out the god damn door sound like something I would tell you to do? Because I sure as shit know I would never fucking tell you to stop sucking my dick. And I know I fucking told you to stay in that room. What the actual fuck, doll?” He stop in front of her once more. “Look at me.”

Sunny raised her eyes. Negan was as mad as she had ever seen him. Furious even. Lips pressed together. The corners of his mouth turned down. She knew she probably deserved some of it, but not all of it.

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Lashton Threesome::: Lessons

Pairing: Ashton, Luke, and Y/N

Word Count: 5.9k+

Rating: So. Much. Smut.

Requested:It was indeed

Guys…I apologize for what this may do to your body.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, could you do a fic where Spideypool are a secretly married couple and have to hide the fact from citizens /enemies when they are dp&sp ?

It’s been so long, and the reason is, I GOT INTO UNIVERsITY!! Yay!! I’m gonna try and pump some of these out, but yay!!

Peter stumbled into the Avengers building, coffee cup in hand, barely awake.  Tony had called him in extra early, which was unsurprising. Ever since he had started working for stark industries, he was called in either for work business, or superhero business. Tony was the only one who knew about his double life, so it was touch and go when he walked into the building.
Peter let himself in, punching in the code to the lab tiredly.  He froze when he saw the Avengers standing around tensely. He clutched his cup to his chest and resisted the urge to pull down the mask he knew wasn’t there. They all paused in their conversation to stare at Peter until the silence was too awkward and he had to laugh nervously.
“Peter,” Tony said, waving his hand at him to come into the room. “We’re in the middle of something, but you can just come in and work. Just stay quiet over there, okay kid? I need that thing fixed.”
Peter nodded and swallowed down the feeling that he had made a mistake. Was he supposed to come in uniform? He sat in the corner and put his headphones in, but he could feel Natasha and Clint’s eyes boring into his back.  
Steve cleared his throat. “Okay, so we are in unanimous agreement about what we discussed?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Peter could see a few hesitant nods.  He pulled out his toolbox and started quietly working, even though he had finished this project weeks ago.  
“Good, then I guess, let’s bring him in.” He could sense a hardness in Steve’s voice that Peter recognized as dislike. He had a sinking feeling in his gut, even before the door opened and Wade’s familiar voice.
“Hi, team! I brought snacks!” Peter turned to see the bright leather of Wade’s Deadpool suit, and groaned a bit, pushing himself into the corner more. Wade hadn’t spotted him yet, but he knew his situation would be a hundred times more embarrassing when he did.
“Okay, listen pal, just because your working with us doesn’t make you part of our team,” Clint grumbled
Wade stepped forward and laughed obnoxiously. “Gee, that’s rich coming from you, cupid.”
Peter felt himself involuntarily tense. Clint was an okay guy, but he and Wade were not on good terms. He resisted the urge to turn around and tell Clint to keep his bitter remarks to himself, but Natasha beat him to it.
“Boy’s please, your making our guest uncomfortable.” He felt a tight grip on his shoulder. Oh god. Peter shrunk into himself as Natasha gave him a look, and recognition flicked across Wade like a light globe.
“Oh, this is just too good!” He laughed clapping his hands together and rubbing them cunningly as he walked around the table to stand by Peter’s hip. Peter glanced at him, trying to give Wade his best warning look, but as per usual, it had no effect.
“Where are my manners? I’m the Deadpool of your dreams. And you are the handsome beauty of my dreams. I’m digging this nerdy college boy look baby! It’s really turning my floppy drive into a hard disk if you know what I mean!”  

Peter felt embarrassment crawl up his neck as Wade regarded him. The room paused again and Steve piped up.  

“I’m not quite sure what that means but please, let’s get to the issue at hand, and leave Tony’s employee’s out of it.”
“Why Captain of course, but there’s nothing I’d like more to have my hand on Tony’s employee. Peter, is it?” Wade leaned down to speak to Peter, tiptoeing his gloved fingers across the desk.  
Peter sighed. Wade absolutely loved doing this, pretending that they didn’t know each other. He liked having a special secret all to himself.  
“Don’t worry baby boy, I know that you already know me. I’m like, big news now or whatever.”
Peter felt the corner of his mouth twitch up.  He turned back to his table, as they started discussing “important” things that they needed Wade for.  
Wade wasn’t listening, even though Peter was. Wade was too busy smiling at Peter and watching him tinker around with scraps.  
Once the meeting was over (Peter assumed it was over, because Bruce had stormed out, and Thor was now trying figure out how to eat the doughnuts Wade had brought) Wade turned back to him with a cheeky grin.
“So baby, now that all that stuffy business is over, howsabout we go out for some grub! As you can see by the god currently stuffing his face, I have great food taste. I’d love to take you out and treat you well, baby.”
Peter smiled looking at him and lowering his voice. “I thought I was cooking tonight? I bought ingredients yesterday.”
“They’ll stay good for one more night Petey, let’s eat out tonight! Now that you’ve got a high-tech job, I think we should celebrate!”
Peter snorted and set down his screwdriver. “We can’t go out, Aunt May is visiting tomorrow remember? The house is a total mess hun.”
Wade pouted and tugged on Peter’s sleeve like he did when he was trying to get his own way. Even after a couple of years, Peter still couldn’t resist it.
“Fine, if you go home right now, and vacuum, we can go out for dinner.” Peter leaned closer and dropped his voice even lower, just the way he knew Wade liked. “And then we can get cozy in bed with dessert and watch the next episode of whatever show you want.”
Wade moaned and wrapped his arms around Peter’s shoulders whispering into his ear “This is why I married you.”
Peter made a mock-offended sound. “Wade, I married you. Now go vacuum, please.”

Wade was standing on the sidelines, next to the one and only Captain America, ogling at his husband’s ass in tight spandex. No matter how many times he woke up next to Peter, his sweet ass still blew Wade away.
“Good god, that is a sweet goddamn ass. Oh, bless.” He watched as Peter flipped in and out of buildings, being the first part of their four-part attack plan against some bad guy. Wade wasn’t really listening, he was only there to make sure Peter was safe, and to watch his amazing body.  
Steve looked back at him with a frown. Wade rolled his eyes.
“C'mon Cap! I know you’re all about righteousness and whatever, but don’t tell me you don’t sometimes have a peek! It’s natural man, every red-blooded male does it yo!”
Wade ignored the skeptical look the hero gave him and clapped him on the back. “Nothing is as good as Spidey’s ass, though, by god. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, and I doubt I ever will.”
Steve looked uncomfortable, shifting his shield in his hand.  
“I don’t appreciate that kind of crude conversation. Aren’t you…married.”
“Oh yeah! I’m so married! Married hard!” Wade ripped off his glove and showed his ring for emphasis. Peter and Wade had bought it together, and for once, looking down at his rumpled skin actually made him feel proud. The gold nestled there reminded him of Peter’s vows, of his promises to love and cherish him, every part of him, even the parts that Wade didn’t like.  
The memory made Wade’s heart squeeze and made him smile goofily. When he looked back up, Cap was giving him an incredibly strange look. Wade didn’t really care.  
Peter landed on the wall next to wades head, signaling the second phase of their plan. Cap sprung into action, diving into the battle as Wade moved over to scrape his husband off the wall.  
Peter laughed, swinging around him before noticing his bare hand.

“What’s this then?” Peter challenged with a smile. “A wedding ring? We’ve been rendezvousing this whole time and you’re married? I can’t believe it.”
“Yes, it’s true. I’m married to the most beautiful, funny and smart man in all the world! He has the most bangin’ bod, well, second only to you.”  
Peter snickered, taking the moment alone to twine his fingers with Wade’s and play with the ring.  
“He sounds like the luckiest guy in the world.”
“He will be tonight. I’m making pasta.”
Peter laughed, patting his head as Wade put his glove back on. “Well, I’m jealous. And busy. If we keep trapezing like this we are going to get found out.”
“I like how taboo this is baby.” Wade said, wiggling his eyebrows, “What do you say, after this, do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little more private? We can have a bath together? There will be wine and Ben and Jerry’s.”
Peter smiled, placing a chaste kiss on Wade’s mouth before climbing up the wall. “Sweetie, you had me at bath.”  

So Wonder Woman was great and I just wanted to tack on another little bit of greatness it had that probably went unnoticed by people. When Diana and Steve are heading out towards the front (on the station just before Diana has her icecream) do you know who we see walking nearby?

SOLDIERS FROM THE INDIAN SUBCONTINENT.

I’m not sure how many people know, but the Undivided Indian Territories (under british rule) sent over one and a half million men to fight at the front. It’s not something that I hear very often, even less so in connection to this film.

God bless Patty Jenkins, this movie was great in so many ways and each time I watch it I find new ways to love it more.

Longing

Sequel to Loss

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

You had done the math when you found out. You had sat down with him and a calendar and counted out the weeks, circled the day in pink and blue highlighter, you were that excited.

You forgot you had done that until you flipped the month on that very calendar that hung in your kitchen every day before and every day since, but there it was, mocking you with its bright wide strokes in his familiar sprawling hand. Due date. You tore it from the wall and threw it into the trash before going back to bed. You could be human again tomorrow.

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“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU

I saw this prompt earlier and I HAD to do it for Zutara!


The thing about hearing your name being called out is that it’s almost automatic to look around, even if - like Katara - you knew the voice calling it and didn’t want to. The thing about having a name like Katara’s was that ignoring it wasn’t much of an option, either - how many other Kataras were likely to be walking around? The shock of dark brown hair heading her way was, even from this distance, unmistakeable.

Crap,” she hissed, jerking her head back around and quickening her pace, even as she knew it would do no good - Jet was on the track team. This isn’t hiding, she thought to herself as she slipped into the nearest store, some tiny teashop. This is a tactical retreat.

The empty shop was small and quaint and - most importantly - completely devoid of places to hide: it was all tiny tables and squashy chairs. The only possible place was the desk at the back where the cash register was, and she hurried across to it, ducking under the door flap to find, to her dismay, a mess of cardboard boxes on the floor behind the desk. It seemed there was only room for one person to stand, so, grimacing, she started clearing the boxes away when she heard someone clear his throat.

“Is this… a robbery?” asked the guy looking at her, who must have just emerged from a door she hadn’t noticed before - a store room, probably. “Because if it is, it’s a really bad one. I could hear you all the way from the back.”

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dubiousruffian  asked:

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Talk about the first ship you ever had.

I can’t even believe I found a picture by typing ‘evil cat lady my little pony cartoon’ into google because I had a VHS with like. This one episode of the my little pony cartoon where this evil cat lady witch was super evil and she’d force all these little fuzzy creature things into slave labour to make her some potion, and her sidekick was this like lizard guy, but he was actually nice and he wished cat lady KATRINA fck i just remember her name recalling all this from my childhood, anyway he was nice and he was in love with her and remembered she used to be good, and theres like a sing along fever dream? with them riding a tandem bicycle? and she eventually stops being evil so they can be happy together with the ponies and the fuzzy creatures and yeah. 

5 year old me was like…thats a love story. That’s beautiful.