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No pain, no gain

Prompto x Reader

Originally posted by windmill69

My first ever Prompto one shot! Imma tag @its-lunafreya , @airlea-sicarius , @theyearofdiamonddogs , @angel-dream . This is just a bit of fun for me to write.

“Son of a bitch!” Prompto heard you shout from in the bathroom which caused him to look away from his camera.

He was looking at photos and picking out his best shots. But you had distracted him with your shouting and cursing.

Standing up and putting his camera on the sofa, he walked to the bathroom door and gave it a gentle knock.

“You okay in there Y/N?” His voice sounded concerned.

“Yeah Prom im okay!” You shouted back through gritted teeth.

He heard what sounded like something being ripped and then you yelped again.

“That’s it Y/N! Im coming in!” Not knowing what the hell was going on he threw the door open to see you sat on the edge of the bath, wrapped in just a towel and your legs looking red and sore with strange white strips thrown in the bath and your face beetroot red.

Prompto’s face dropped and he just stood there staring at you.

“You getting a good look?” You asked bringing him out of his trance. His cheeks began to flush. The shock on his face turned to confusion as he looked your legs.

“W..why are you doing that to yourself?” He asked, his voice squeaking out the question.

“It’s called waxing” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. But clearly not to Prompto. Poor sunshine boy had never seen anything like this before in his life.

“But your hurting yourself! Can’t you just shave like normal people do?” How cute. He didn’t like the fact that you were torturing yourself.

You looked down at your legs and ran your finger down them, causing Prompto to gulp “But they feel nice and smooth now. And I don’t have to touch them for a few weeks!” You said beaming.

“You mean…you do this all the time?” Okay the look of despair he just gave you was golden! You’d of thought he had just walked into a zombie apocalypse. Time to start teasing.

“You know Prompto…my legs are feeling a little sore. You wouldn’t mind just grabbing that cream on the shelf for me would you?” Your flirtatious voice had his hands fumbling for the cream on the shelf immediately, causing him to knock over other bottles of smelly’s.

He tried to hand the bottle to you but you gave him the cutest puppy dog eyes you could muster “Would you mind?” You looked at the bottle and then to your legs and then back at Prompto.

His eyes widened. He looked scared, your teasing had worked, but you didn’t expect him to then drop to his knee’s, and start squirting the cream on his hands “S..sure” He said trying to keep his composure.

You were now the one feeling embarrassed as he gently placed his hands on your leg and began to massage the cream in. His soft hands were moving so carefully along the back of your calf it was beginning to tickle.
You threw one of your hands over your mouth to keep from laughing but Prompto heard you snort. He looked up you with his glimmering eyes.

“I…uhhh..what’s so funny?” He asked.

“I was just kidding Prom! I didn’t think you would actually do it!” You laughed uncontrollably.

Prompto immediately stood and rubbed the back of his head. Forgetting he had cream splatted on his hand. “Awww man!” He said as he rubbed the rest of the cream into his jeans.

You stood and moved so you were incredibly close to him “Thanks though” You whispered in his ear “I know who to call on if I ever need help” And with that you slapped a wax strip straight onto Prompto’s arm, giving it a good rub to make sure it stuck.

“What the?!” He was speechless. You had duped the poor boy once again with your tricks.

You smiled and he glared. Dear lord did he glare. “No pain, no gain sunshine”

Prompto’s scream rung through the corridors, the halls and outside for everyone to hear as you ripped the strip straight from his arm.

You know, reading @whitefire321′s post gave me another opportunity to draw background Camilla and here she is

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Hey guys! So rmemeber how in the Accepting Anxiety videos, in part one Patton mocks Thomas’ hair and he’s like heh, yeah, you’re actually righ,’ and then in the second part Logan says that Thomas is reinning him in thanks to Anx being there? 

So i was like… so Anxiety’s the one who goes defense? Or something of the sort, right? And then i imagined this (in a situation were someone was mean to Thomas) and it made me laugh so i had to draw it real quick XD

I’m tagging everyone tomorrow cause i gotta go to bed!! When i do i’ll add all those who have asked me tag you as well! ^^

Festering Feelings

Pairing: Bucky x (f)reader 

Summary: A week passing after an one-night stand, leaving feelings to stew. There’s always a breaking point, but what does it take?

Word Count: 4,000+

A/N: So, this is a part 2 to An Eventful Night cause it didn’t really have a plot, and this idea has not left me, so it’s probably the universe telling me to write this shitstorm. I also didn’t really proofread it.

 Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, lots of nerdiness, fighting, getting angry over a boy, angst,,,,but like,,,,,angry angst,,,,and confusing angst. A lil bit of smut at the end (more like intense make-out)Yeah, that’s it. (I think??)

Originally posted by friendzoned-by-avengers

Tagging: @steelfeather @buccky (tags are open)


You were absolutely livid. You weren’t exactly sure, but you assumed that the way you and Bucky had interacted during your night of passion certainly meant something would change between the two of you. Before you had gotten into bed with the super soldier, you had a slight rivalry, the two of you trying to outdo the other, but you both knew that it was all in good fun. You guys were friends. 

When you had agreed to sleep together during that night, the both of you were quite aware that it was definitely a one-night stand; no strings attached. But as the night progressed, the emotion and rawness of it definitely begged to differ that it meant nothing. It must have meant something. It had to have meant something. You wanted it to mean something. 

You needed it to mean something. 

That was the sad truth of it all. Looking back on it, you realized that it was probably all your fault. You had blatantly ignored the unofficial rule about sleeping with a co-worker, forget the factor of you being teammates! It added a whole other layer of complexity, considering the fact that you both lived in the same building, granted the building was huge, but it still added another layer of awkwardness. 

Maybe the awkwardness was your fault. 

Often having nightmares, that night being no different, you woke up in the middle of the night, panting heavily, cold sweat clinging to your body. You almost screamed bloody murder when you head a slight grunt, and felt the arm that was wrapped around your waist, squeeze you tighter, only to realize where you were and the events that had transpired. A red hue appeared on your cheeks, slightly embarrassed of how you had acted, finding it ridiculous that a dork like you could act like a stupid teenager while simultaneously being sexy enough to have the Winter Soldier groaning under you as if his life depended on it. As warm and as inviting as his embrace was, you carefully slipped out of his bed and grabbed your clothes, quietly moving back towards your room, avoiding having anyone seeing your walk of shame. The awkwardness in the morning would’ve just been too unbearable, and you most likely would’ve woken up in the bed by yourself, Bucky already out with Sam and Steve on their morning run. Looking back, you wish you hadn’t left, save some of the incredible strangeness between the two of you.

Yep, it was official. You were an idiot. A complete idiot.

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Entertainment Dolls | Enoch O’Connor x Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

A/N: So, I saw this post from @neonfreckles and I couldn’t help but want to write something about it, it ended up being cute and shitty at the same time, but oh well. It’s, like, my first time writing something for MPHFPC and I already wanted to write something for it already a while ago, so yeah, I hope you like it! (This story takes place before Enoch goes to Miss Peregrine’s loop)

Characters: book!Enoch O’Connor/fem!reader.

(R/N) stand for “Roommate’s name”.

Word Count: 1030 words.

Her eyes were slightly bothered by the sunshine coming from the open window, causing her to rub her eyes and open them slowly as she let out a loud yawn, stretching herself right after. The girl looked around her room, realizing that her roommate was no longer in her bed. What time was it? She closed her eyes again, sinking into her pillow and staying that way for a few more seconds before she let out a grunt and stood up.

(Y/N) left the room, walking lazily down the hall, where she could see the other children’s bedrooms, all empty. She sighed knowing that when she found (R/N), she’d teased her about waking up that hour, whatever time it was.

The girl started down the stairs, taking a quick glance in the living room to see if anyone was there, but found only empty seats. She frowned, strange how quiet the house was, not what you’d expect from a place full of children. After a few seconds of silence as she stood at the bottom of the stairs, she heard the laughter coming from outside. She rolled her eyes, the yard should have been the first place to look.

She opened the door, revealing some of the children gathered under one of the trees, apparently watching something. (Y/N) approached to see what was happening there and then noticed, leaning against the trunk of the tree, her friend, Enoch O'Connor, who seemed to be entertaining the younger kids, making his dolls dance and do tricks.

But the funniest part of watching that was that it seemed like he was having more fun than the children, having a small smile on his lips, bowing in thanks as the kids started applaud him. He only seemed to notice his new spectator as (Y/N) applauded him, making him curtsy at the girl.

One boy then lightly pushed the other with an amused smile on his face, the children looked at each other for a moment, it seemed to be clear to all of them that a tag game had just begun, causing them all to run away in different directions, finding a new game to have fun after the end of Enoch’s presentation.

“Hey, (Y/N).” he said, drawing her attention back to him.

“Hey.” the girl looked around, looking for her roommate with her eyes. “Did you see (R/N) today?”

“Oh yes, she was telling me a few minutes ago how loud your snores are.” he said, giving her a small grin as he watched the girl sit next to him.

“Yeah, look who’s talking.” she rolled her eyes, leaning against the tree. "If she hadn’t been so loud I wouldn’t have gone to bed so late last night.”

(Y/N) heard him snort before he started talking about the bets some of them started to make when they couldn’t decide whether she had passed out or died for not showing up for breakfast, but her attention was totally on the last doll that was still standing, walking a little disoriented near the other dolls and then falling down. Enoch lifted him as soon as he noticed, patting it on its back, pushing it in one direction, causing the doll to run away.

"And there it goes.” she said as she watched the little doll disappear through the nearby bushes.

“It’ll come back.” the boy stated as he stared at the plants, but returned to pay attention to the girl when he heard her stomach rumble loudly. "Well, it looks like someone’s hungry.” A smirk appeared on his lips.

"I didn’t have breakfast.” (Y/N) murmured, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Or lunch.”

Her head turned quickly to him, her eyes widening. “Did I miss lunch?” she looked up at the sky. “What time is it?”

Enoch laughed at her despair, receiving a glare from the girl. “Calm down, we ate half an hour ago.” she nodded, her stomach rumbling again. “(R/N) said she’d keep something for you.”

(Y/N) snorted, frustrated. “She’s going to eat whatever she got for me.”

“I tried to hide the food, but she found it anyway.” he said, making her pat him on the shoulder, recognizing the effort he had made.

(Y/N) was going to suggest that they come in to look for her friend when a movement in the bushes caught their attention. The little doll ran off from there, almost falling in its way as it tried to carry a flower, then stopping beside Enoch and dropping the plant there, sitting on the ground and then falling next to the others. The girl raised her eyebrow.

“It brought you a flower.” she said, feeling slightly confused why it would do that. Maybe Enoch’s dolls liked him so much that they brought gifts from time to time.

“Oh no.” he turned his face slightly, avoiding her gaze as he held the flower to her. “It brought you a flower.”

(Y/N) felt an automatic smile appears on her face, she giggling as she took the flower from the blushing boy’s hand. “Well, it’s beautiful.” she said softly. “Thank you.”

He didn’t seem to be willing to look at her so soon, continuing with the face turned away as he looked at anything but her. A smirk appeared on her lips, which pressed against Enoch’s cheeks in a quick kiss. If his cheeks were already red, they had managed to get even more. He pursed his lips together, trying to hide the goofy grin that tried to appear on his face as he still tried to avoid her gaze.

“Come.” she said getting up. “Let’s find (R/N) and see if my food still exists, yes?”

Enoch nodded, still saying nothing and stood up. The two of them walked side by side toward the house, their hands brushing against each other for a few seconds before Enoch took the initiative and held her hand in his, finally letting the grin he held emerge on his lips, making (Y/N) smile back at him as he stared at her.

They felt as happy as they could be at that moment. Neither of them aware that they wouldn’t stay in that loop for much longer after that.


Masterlist

Comatose-Chapter 7

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with Similar powers to Jean, Only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression

Bucky’s POV

It had been days, days, since he last held you in his arms. Heard you laugh. Felt your warmth. The last time he had seen you had terrified him. You weren’t who he remembered. There was no emotion to your voice, no expression on your face. You had been like an ice sculpture, perfectly frozen, and he had done that to you. His words, his actions, had done that to you. He was disgusted with himself.

He had betrayed the woman he had loved to be with Natalia, a woman his warped mind had told him he needed to feel normal. To feel loved. He couldn’t pinpoint the moment where he felt that (Y/N) no longer held him together. That your heart and love wasn’t enough for him, and he detested himself.

You had left because of him. He had run you off, and he didn’t know if you were coming back. A knock on the door has him moving forward in a daze. He had little desire to speak with anyone, and no desire to hear another round of accusations thrown at him. They were all true accusations. He just didn’t need them to tell him again what a fuckup he was.

Turning the handle and swinging the door open reveals a very teary eyed Natasha. He groans inwardly, Not now. He couldn’t deal with her and his own guilt at the same time.

“Bucky,” she sniffles. “Can I come in?”

He steps aside, nodding his agreement but leaves the door ajar, not needing the repercussions if someone thinks they’re picking up where they’d left off. “What do you want, Natalia?” he sighs when her pleading eyes lift to his.

“You,” she replies simply.

Thrusting a hand through his hair, Bucky’s frustration with her keeps growing. “I know,” he says, “But I made a mistake. We made a mistake.  I know I’m hurting you, Nat, but I can’t do this anymore.”

“She isn’t here anymore! She abandoned you. I’m here, I want you,” she purrs moving toward him.

“No, Natalia,” he says, grabbing her wrists when she tries to touch him. “She left because we made her. Her boyfriend and her best friend went behind her back and betrayed her trust. This is our fault!” he roars.

She flinches at the volume, shame coating her features. In a small voice she asks,“What are you going to do?”

Taking a moment to think, he sighs, “I’m going to get her back.” There was no other choice. Letting her go, screwing things up in the first place, was the stupidest mistake he’d ever made. Though Natasha’s eyes were full of tears, she gave an understanding nod as he walked out the door.

Making his way to the kitchen he finds Steve. Things had been strained between the two of them since (Y/N)’s abrupt departure. Steve knew what had happened, and Cap was not happy with Bucky. Loyalty was everything to a man like Steve. The fact that he had been able to betray his best girl… Bucky didn’t blame the man for looking at him like he was.

“Hey, Punk,” he greets, receiving a disinterested grunt in reply. Bucky sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. This could be harder than he thought. “Look, Stevie, I really need your help.”

Steve lays down the newspaper he was reading and looks up at Bucky. “What could you possibly need my help with? Got someone else on the team to stab in the back?” he grits out between clenched teeth.

He flinches, the words harsh and cold, coming at him in Steve’s Captain America voice. A tone which once would have never been directed his way. There’s nothing he can do but push on, because without Steve on his side, he’ll never get her back. “I need to find her, Steve. I screwed up big time. Please!” he pleads.

Cold blue eyes regard him for a long moment before Steve kicks out a chair. “We are going ta need ta talk ta Tony. And you ain’t exactly his favorite person right now.”

Bucky only nods. He wasn’t exactly anyone’s favorite person right now.

Your POV:

You had spent your morning sparring against Logan. It felt good working on your muscles, being able to do anything but think. By focusing only on the movement, when your opponent was going to attack next, how they moved, and what their abilities were, the voices were quietest then. Your mind became completely devoid of thought.

Charles had been trying to pick at the wall, steadily pulling out genuine reactions. You had smiled when a nervous Logan had brought you, your favorite burger and a bottle of Whiskey, asking if you would like to have dinner. It was sweet. A remnant of the early days of a relationship long past.

You had felt the lingering hurt of it then. He was your first, well, everything really, and he had fallen hard for another woman, leaving you behind. It had bled into your relationship with Bucky, your insecurities marring most of your time together. But here he was, The Wolverine, trying his best to make amends for past hurts, showering you in attention. Doing his damnedest to bring you back to yourself. For the sake of Logan, you were trying to glue the pieces of your broken psych back together.

You had no idea what his intentions toward you were. If he wanted to try again, your heart wasn’t ready for that. But you couldn’t bring yourself to distance yourself from him entirely. Logan was your anchor to reality, but, if you were honest with yourself, you were still head over heels for Bucky Barnes.

You doubt that you will ever get over him. The emotions hidden behind that solid wall were too big, too intense, too… everything to simply walk away from, but try was all you could do. Even when it felt as if you were suffocating under the weight of other people’s expectations.

They looked at you and saw her. Saw Jean. Saw a woman on the brink of breaking. You should be better than Jean, stronger. The weight of her trauma and grief had ultimately led to her destruction, and you were more than aware that you were heading down the same path.

You were determined not to let Bucky’s betrayal morph you into a darker, more twisted version of yourself. Because, if you did… there was no one in this world that would have the power to stop you.

Decision made you head to Logan’s quarters. Knocking on the door you wait for him to answer. When he finally appears, you plaster on your biggest smile,stroll into his bedroom, and plop yourself onto his bed. You grin cheekily at him. “So, wolfy,” you bite playfully. “What are we doing tonight?”

He smirks at you, that signature Logan grin. “I didn’t know we had plans, darlin’,” he drawls,  causing your grin to widen. His expression turns to one of mild panic.

“C’mon, old man. What will it be?” You laugh at the scandalized look on his face. “Booze and broads?” you say, holding up a finger. “Or booze, pizza, and trashy horror movies?” you ask, adding three more fingers.

He studies you thoughtfully for a few moments before finally breaking into another wolfish grin. “Booze, pizza, and trashy horror movies it is,” he says, reaching for his phone.

Yeah. You were going to try.

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Territory•Shawn Mendes

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A/N: Hey @heartattackfandom sorry for the wait! Your request was quite broad so I hope you still like it! Wow, i’m churning these out like nobodies business today! Go me! Enjoy!

Warnings: N/A

Originally posted by thugshawn

MASTERLIST: Hey come and check out some of my other mildly average writing!

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50 shades of Dr. Reid.

AN: So..I have discovered how low-key Daddy Season one Spencer is, like holy shit. So thats where this came from, also a convo I am having with @reid-my-fortune right now….um yeah season 1 daddy kink Spencer smut. cause fuck yeah. 

Tagging: @reid-my-fortune @bookofreid @dontshootmespence @criminal-minds-fanfiction

Since Spencer had started at the BAU, no one could ever see him as you did behind closed doors, in the Bullpen he was the sweet, timid, shy, nerdy Dr. Reid who can tell you how many kernels of corn were on a cob, how long it would take a penny to hit the ground from space, he was to everyone in the office the purest of Cinnamon rolls. 

But to you, he was anything but pure and sweet, of course he was sweet and charming and loving, but thats just the natural nature of your wonderful boyfriend. No you knew Spencer as ‘Daddy’ a pure dominate, who loved to see you squirm at the thought of his hand smacking your bare ass. 
He loved to see your mouth open, cheeks flushed, back arch as he slowly thrusted into you, one hand holding your throat, applying his fingers just the way that causes you to scream as you cum around his cock. 

No, the team knew nothing of that Spencer, the one who at home, had rules, and order, the one who kept mental marks of you breaking them. Left the books out, strike one, teased him at work, strike two, flirted with Morgan to see his reaction, three strikes and your out. And thats what had you in this mess…

you were currently bent over Spencer knee, his fingers trailing up and down your spine, softly stroking the bare skin of your back, 
“Now…tell daddy why he has to punish you?” his voice is breathy, a whisper, 
“because I broke the rules…I didn’t put the books back, and…I teased daddy at work while we were on a case…and I tried to make daddy jealous by flirting with Morgan” a sound of approval came from his throat his hand moving to your bare ass, his hand caressing you, 
“And how many strikes does kitten think she deserves? hmm?” You bit your lip, inhaling sharply as his fingers moved down your slit, his ring finger rubbing over your clit, as he waited for an answer 
“it’s up to you daddy….I was a bad girl….I need to be punished” you whimpered as his hand moved away
“true how about 5, 5 should do it for now” with that you yelped as the first strike hit the sting feeling amazing, 
“One” your voice was breathy as you spoke, counting each hit, finally when it ended you could feel your arousal leaking slightly, Spencer knew this,
“does punishment make you excited….hmm?” without warning you arched up as Spencers fingers pushed inside you, 
“God look how wet it made you, do you want daddy’s cock? is that why you’re dripping? the thought of riding daddy on the couch?” You nodded whimpering
“well how can daddy say no to that when you took your punishment so well” 

Spencer moved you as he stripped himself of his pants and boxer briefs, grabbing your hips he helped position you over his member. 
Slowly you filled yourself, gasping as he slid into you, pausing for a second to adjust you leaned back into his chest your hand finding his hair, 
“please….daddy” his mouth caught yours as he began moving your hips, thrusting up as you moved, 
“fuck daddy….oh god” His hand came up to your throat pressing lightly, watching your mouth fall open, your eyes rolling back 
“God, look at you, such a little slut for daddy cock aren’t you? daddy’s little slut” you rocked against him faster nodding 
“fuck please daddy….please can I cum…please let me cum for you, cum all over your cock” with that Spencer’s free hand moved from your hip to your clit rubbing it fast as he thrusted into you, causing you to gasp out as his breath hit your ear 
“cum for daddy, cum all over his cock, just like the slut you are, cum for me now” with that you felt yourself fall off the edge hard, legs shaking as he fucked you through it, his thrusts becoming staggered before pulling off you his seed hitting your stomach as he climaxed. 

No..no one would believe you if you said, the timid Dr. Spencer Reid was as he is behind the closed door of your apartment….Not one soul. 

1999: Somebody Told Me

Request by anon: 1999. Dialogue: “No. It’s always been you Dean.”

Word Count: 1216

A/N: I’m not too sure about this one. I couldn’t really capture the feeling of this song. Mostly because I haven’t ever been able to figure out how this song makes me feel or what it’s really about. Online people say it’s about how hard it is to write songs when he has writers block (or something like that) but that just doesn’t really mesh with the words or the actual music and that might be why I like this song so much. I can listen to it over and over and still not know what is happening in my brain when I hear it. But lemme tell ya, it sure makes it hard to write.

Version en Español: Somebody Told Me

Song 1999: Somebody Told Me by The Killers


“What’s up with Dean?” You asked, biting off the end of a celery stick. “And when did we run out of good food? Shouldn’t this healthy, produce crap go first? I mean, it’s not full of preservatives like the good stuff is.”

Sam scoffed. “It’s good for you.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s good food,” you countered, searching the cupboards for some peanut butter. Anything to make this green water stick taste good. “Seriously, please tell me Dean went to the store for something edible.”

The silence that grew after your question made you suspicious. Putting your search on hold, you spun around and eyed the youngest Winchester who was looking too entranced by whatever was on his laptop screen. “Sam…”

“He went out.”

“For… food?”

Sam finally looked up and heaved a sigh when he saw that you weren’t going to give up. “On a hunt. Said he needed some alone time or whatever.”

That definitely wasn’t good. “Dean only needs time alone when he’s emotional. You’re telling me that you let an emotional Dean Winchester go on a hunt alone when his judgement isn’t always the best?”

“I, uh, yeah?” Sam scratched the back of his head, avoiding your eyes. “Look, Y/N. Dean can handle himself—“

“He nearly died on the last hunt. The only reason he’s still alive is because we had his back.” You stormed out of the kitchen and quickly packed a bag in your room. Sam followed, trying to calm you down and explain that Dean would be fine, but you refused to believe that.

It wasn’t that Dean was a bad hunter. Quite the opposite. He was an exceptional hunter. But lately he’d been off. He was avoiding everyone and sulking around. You barely saw him anymore, and you missed him. You used to spend every waking moment together.

“Where did he go, Sam?”

“He told me not to tell you.”

“But you get to know?” You hadn’t expected Sam to know where Dean went. You thought Dean would have just left without telling anyone. But apparently he’d told Sam. Which meant that he didn’t need time alone. He just needed time away from you.

Well, he wasn’t getting away from you that easy. “Samuel Ricardo Winchester—“

“Not my middle name.”

“—You will tell me where Dean went or so help me Chuck, I will torture the information out of you.”

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You pointed your car towards the hotel Sam said Dean had booked a room at, but then you saw the Impala parked at a diner, so you quickly changed your plans. Dean was not about to leave that diner without telling you exactly what was going on with him lately.

The bell above the door tinkled when you walked in, drawing the attention of a passing waitress. “Good morning! Booth or table?”

“Um,” you glanced around the room, searching for the familiar sandy hair. “I’m actually meeting someone.” Then you spotted him and nodded towards the booth he was in. “There he is!”

Walking over, you tried to plan out what you were going to say, but you couldn’t get very far. Once you made it past the initial greetings, you couldn’t even begin to guess how Dean would react. And you used to know him so well.

“Hey, stranger.” Your voice had Dean’s head snapping up to look at you in disbelief as you slid into the other side of the booth. “How’s the case going?”

“Good.” He grumbled, taking a bite of his breakfast. “You don’t have to be here.”

“No, I do.” Forgetting all pretense of small talk and politeness, you dove right into the nitty-gritty argument with your friend. “Wanna know why?”

“You’re gonna tell me anyway.”

“I’m here to tell you that you need to get your head out of your ass and suck it up.”

That definitely wasn’t what Dean expected. He just stared at you for a minute, trying to piece together your blunt statement. “Suck what up?”

“Whatever the hell is going on with you! You’re never around anymore. You barely ever talk to me. And I miss you. I miss talking to you and hanging out with you.”

Dean sullenly stabbed at the waffles in front of him. “Seems like you’ve got someone else to talk to and hang out with.”

“The hell you talking ‘bout?” Your whole life was spent with the Winchesters. The bunker, the Impala, the neverending string of hotel rooms… You were never not by their sides.

He looked between you and his plate a few times before sighing. Your eyes went wide when he pushed his plate away. Dean Winchester not finishing his meal? This had to be something big.

“I’m talking about how you’re always on that damn phone of yours. And you always wanna hurry back for your stupid weekly dates with whoever you keep texting. I’m not the one who’s never here anymore. Now that you’ve got a boyfriend that you never talk about, you’re never here.”

The more he spoke, the brighter you could feel your cheeks becoming. This wasn’t something you wanted to admit to Dean. Sure, he was your best friend, and it wasn’t like this was anything to be embarrassed about, but you just knew that he would tease you incessantly once he knew.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you mumbled. Now it was your turn to look down at Dean’s half-full plate. If admitting this would save your friendship, then you could withstand the teasing jabs that were sure to follow. “I’m in a book club.”

He drew back in surprise and pursed his lips. “Come again?”

“A book club, Dean. A fucking book club, okay? I download the books on my phone and read them on all of the long ass car rides and in our downtime. And the meetings are held each week. I get to be normal for a few hours and gossip with some women in town. I get to be around other women, not that I don’t love you and Sam, but it’s still nice to have a little break.”

“You—“

Finally daring to look back at him, you saw how his thoughts were translating onto his face. Eyebrows drawn together in confusion slowly smoothed out when he finally reconciled what he thought was going on to your explanation. His lips slowly turned up at the corners before jerking back down when another thought obviously crept into his brain. 

“So… no boyfriend?”

“No. It’s always been you, Dean.”

As soon as the words passed your lips, you wanted to take them back. That was admitting too much.

So you hurried to cover up your slip up. “I mean, you’ve always been my best friend. I’m not going to replace you with anyone.”

“Right,” he drawled, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He opened his mouth a few times, starting to say something, but seemed to stop himself when a pink tint crept onto his cheeks. “So, book club, huh? Do you read those trashy romance novels?”

“Shut up, Dean.” You rolled your eyes, relieved that he hadn’t commented on your slip-up. You weren’t quite ready to risk your friendship like that quite yet. “We good now?”

He pulled the plate towards him and took another bite, chewing happily. “Yeah. We’re good.”



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Everyone's Exhausted

Ok this was inspired by @sweetbungaius’s road trip prompt (I saw it while digging through tags owo ((I’M PARANOID CAUSE I AM VERY TIRED RIGHT NOW I’M SORRY IF IT WASN’T YOU))) but instead it’s just Mementos and the title so yeah thanks

“Agh, how long have we been at this?” Ryuji complained, bending backwards.

“A while, we had a lot of missions to complete today,” Makoto responded, stretching her arms as she headed back towards Morgana and the others. “Was that the last one, Joker?”

Akira hesitated in responding, filling out the checklist in his head. He spoke slowly as he went over the list a second time, “Yes, it was.”

“That’s good, we could all use a break,” Haru commented, speeding up to walk next to Makoto.

Futaba was waiting for them halfway back to Mona, who was already in bus form. She waved with a grin on her face. Ryuji waved back weakly before speaking, “You bet. I’m freaking exhaust- whoa!”

Akira stumbled as he was walking. His vision went spotty and the only way he stayed on his feet was Ryuji holding him up. He tried to calm his suddenly rapid heartbeat by squeezing Ryuji’s arm tightly. He managed to get somewhat steady on his feet.

“Thanks,” Akira said after a shaky breath.

“It’s no problem, dude,” Ryuji was looking at Akira worriedly. “You alright?”

“I’ll be fine,” Akira responded immediately.

Ryuji stared at Akira for a moment, hard. Then he shook his head and wrapped an arm around Akira’s waist and shrugged the boy’s arm over his shoulder. “Well, you’re still being helped. You haven’t taken a break once today.” Ryuji looked up and called ahead, “Hey Queen, you up to drive?”

Makoto spun around, going over Akira and Ryuji with a searching gaze. “I believe I can handle that.”

Makoto and Haru slid into the front seats. Akira and Ryuji filed into the very back. Futaba, Ann, and Yusuke were waiting anxiously in the middle seat. Ann was already spun around before they were seated.

“Are you ok, Joker? We saw you…” Ann couldn’t find the words to finish.

“I’m ok,” Akira responded, his voice firm.

“Just tell us if you need a break. You fight every battle, it’s normal for you to get tired,” Futaba added.

Akira nodded as Makoto started driving back to the top of Mementos. He could barely focus on any of the conversations going on, so he stopped trying. He traced the lines on the back of the seats until Ryuji grabbed his attention.

“How you feelin’?” Ryuji nudged Akira’s shoulder with his own.

“A bit out of it, I guess,” Akira responded quietly, bringing his gaze up to Ryuji. “Really tired.”

Ryuji nodded and turned in his seat to face Akira more. “I get you there, but you’re definitely more exhausted than I am. I only did half of what you did today.”

Akira nodded. Ryuji understood a lot more than people thought he did. In general, Ryuji was often taken as less than he was. So were most of the people in this very cat-van.

In the seat in front of them, Futaba had fell asleep on Ann’s shoulder. Yusuke looked to be very close to asleep, leaning on the window. Ann smiled at the two teens next to her.

“It’s hard to not fall asleep in here,” she commented, leaning into Futaba. “It’s so warm and comfy…”

Haru and Makoto were conversing softly in the front seat, in their own world. The car continued to rumble softly and smoothly. Akira leaned his head on the seat back. It was very tempting to sleep right there…

“Hey,” Ryuji got Akira to lift his head.

Then he was caught off guard. Ryuji easily slid Akira towards him. He wrapped his arms around Akira’s waist comfortably and left him like that, leaning his head back on the seat. It only took a moment for Akira to relax with a small smile. He let himself sink into Ryuji’s chest and rested his head in the crook of the boy’s neck. Ryuji was warm. He made for a really nice pillow. Akira’s eyes drifted shut as Ryuji pulled him even closer. His touch was gentle, full of sincerity.

This is probably going to be a controversial opinion, but it’s mine. If you disagree that’s 100% okay, I’m not gonna argue, but I wanna say this.

If it hadn’t been V, it would have been someone else. I genuinely believe that. Yeah, V’s feelings weren’t healthy, he even acknowledges this but if Rika had met someone else, she still would have abused them and created Mint Eye, I genuinely believe this. She would have perverted the intentions and affection of anyone she ended up with. Unless she ended up with someone just as “dark” as her who would go along with the cult “embrace her inner devil” in which case we would have just had two people running Mint Eye. 

“Love” her unconditionally; you’re the sun trying to get rid of her darkness.

Want her to get treatment; you’re trying to kill her darkness.

Leave her to save yourself; you couldn’t accept her darkness.

Yeah, V was an enabler at points and definitely made mistakes. But, I don’t think anyone could have helped this situation. Rika didn’t want to get better, she makes this really clear over and over again. No relationship could have saved her. She had her own issues and would have made any relationship she entered toxic. Ideally, she should have had help on her own and then once she was healthy entered a relationship. But that wasn’t gonna happen, cause again, she didn’t want to get better. 

thekickingfirefliescrew  asked:

Is it only me or does that gif that you just re-blogged looks like Harry moaning while you suck him off

You would ask me this just as I’m about to go to bed, so now I’ve had to drag out my computer and skim through my o face tag to make my answer clear. 

To start off, I’ll add my favorite o-face.  I’ve written Harry with this face in my mind multiple times. 

I’ll put the rest under a read more line.  Cause Harry has many different o-faces. 

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I Believe I Can Fly

Description - You are there to participate in the finger lift challenge with Logan and the boys.

Logan Paul Vlogs - $1,000,000 IF YOU CAN EXPLAIN THIS. (Finger-Lift Challenge)

You’ve been staying over at Logan’s for the past three and a half weeks, which follows the first time you’ve been to California in months. Fortunately, you take school online so your mother let you go visit Logan and Jake in L.A for a while - that while being ‘for a few months’.

It’s only been a week, but your mother, Pam, has been trying to get you an apartment down there with her name signed on the lease, even though Logan keeps telling her that you should stay with him the entire time.

But if you were being 100% honest, you really didn’t want to. Everyone who knows Logan knows how loud the twenty-year-old blonde man is, and sharing an apartment with him and his roommate Mark would not be the best of the best ideas.

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Missed

SUMMARY: Dean mourns the loss of a loved one and the reader interferes with unexpected results

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Dean x  Reader, Sam, Cas (mentioned)

WORD COUNT: ~4600

WARNINGS: angst, character death, mention(s) of suicide, fluff - I hope that’s all…

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Oh my, I’m nervous. My first published fanfic. I hope you like it, and if you have time to drop a quick note, I’d appreciate the feedback. I’ll take a liberty to tag Mimi ( @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog ) ‘cause she was kind enough to give me tips - If you have time to check it out, I’d be doing cartwheels. :-) Oh yeah, almost forgot, this is in both Dean’s and Reader’s POV.


Dean

The flames rose high against the pitch black night, consuming both wood and flesh. I was numb - had no tears to shed, no punches or curses to throw at the one responsible for the hollowness inside me. My family was torn to pieces and I wondered if I had a reason to fight anymore. Wood cracked and the pyre collapsed, sending sparks up to the sky, and I let my eyes follow them, reminiscing the hundreds of times we had watched the stars together. There would be none of that from now on.

The flames subsided slowly as the hours ticked by and I stood still, thinking about our time together and the things I left unsaid. All those missed chances, missed moments. Oh God, I wished I had just come clean! Now there was no one to say it to, and I could never apologize for not saying it sooner. I had waited too long and there would be no new chances. It was entirely my fault.

I stood there alone until the fire had died and dawn was breaking. A new day, when all I wanted was to get yesterday back. The sunrise was stunning, but I didn’t really see it as I drove back home. I had lost the most important thing in my life and nothing could move me anymore.

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[Dating Damian]

- You and Damian liked to keep things low key
- You both enjoyed each other’s company, especially when it was quiet
- But that didn’t mean you both trained to your hardest to the point being competitive
- A lot of times you both spent each other’s time just chillin together away from the others
- Not a lot of PDA, so no one really even had a clue


[First to find out]

- Beast Boy found out just by walking in on your two: “hey I’m doing a coffee run – omfg”
- the man’s had the largest grin on his face and all he saw was you to kiss
- it wasn’t even a make out session, just a peck
- Damian immediately grabs Beastie by the collar: “Don’t tell anyone what your saw. Do you understand me?”
“It’s really not that ba–”
“I.said: anyone”
“Just saying can’t believe no one knows” he is then punch in the face


[Next to find out]

- The reason why Blue Beetle found out because it came out while Garfield was practically babbling on about random nonsense
- Jaime was baffled and asked you about it, leading you telling Damian leading to you both confronting Beastie
- Let’s be real, you couldn’t tell at this pure soul and you dragged Damian away.
- cue Jaime making fun low key in front of others.


[Others finding out]

- Nightwing expected but was extremely excited when it was confirmed
- Dick had these big happy eyes and asked so many questions
- Brought up the idea of a double date
- Kori found it adorable, like it was one of those cute, old, romance, high school movies
- Donna was just as excited as Dick and tag teamed when it came to questions (brought up the idea of a triple date)
- Raven was actually the first to find out, she knew all along and did not care in the slightest


[Aftermath]

- It wasn’t as awkward as you both would expect, except:
- Garfield kept cracking jokes but soon got over it cause who cares? Old news
- Jaime: “uh-huh…yeah…okay?” He didn’t really like Damian so why did he care? But to you: “how can you….possibly put up with him?”
- Donna: “Adorable, adorable. When did you guys realize???” Just asking questions
- Dick joined her questions: “What was your first date like?”
- Kori loves you too together and is happy but isn’t gonna intrude like her husband

anonymous asked:

Knowing I have both a katsudon son and a Tayaki son is so good

Isn’t katsudon Izuku’s fav food too? :D

Anon said: In your head do any of the characters in Boku No Academia have weird kinks?

Sorry anon, I don’t really ever think about that sorta stuff so I’m definitely lacking in that type of headcanons (try @syblatortue‘s blog for that sorta things!!!! nothing especially weird imho but I’m 100% sure you won’t be disappointed :D)

Anon said: KIRI HAS A BACKSTORY OUR PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED HE’S SUCH A PURE CHILD I NEED TO HUG HIM AND YOUR ART MADE EVERYTHING SO MUCH BETTER

I’M GLAD TO HEAR THAT!!!!!! Honestly I don’t think he used to be generally a sad kid? He seemed pretty fired up and ready to do good, generally!! I loved it t b h !!!!! So I’m, like, pretending there’s no angst for now. Cause I’m a weak baby.

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anonymous asked:

How about....Rick meeting a Canadian? Make it fluffy or whatever!!!

Whilst I’d say I know a bit about Canada, I’m not from there. this kind of ran away from me a bit & became a bit of a Morty-perspective on Rick x the reader, so I hope you enjoy! Also this might get a little stereotypical so strap yourselves in.
Warnings: very minor drug mention
Note: the reader is gender neutral and is referred to as “they”, b/c… well, I felt like it.  (Y/N) = your name (H/C) = hair colour

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Chores - Alfie Solomons

In order to get Alfie a birthday present Kit begins to work at the synagogue. There the Rabbi shares some stories with him. 

Chores - Alfie Solomons | part of the Kit Series

Kit took a deep breath, fingers clasped around Peg’s collar, heart beating a mile a minute. He had asked you earlier about how to get a present for Alfie. You had explained the process of earning money and buying something and he knew then exactly what he wanted to do. He just hadn’t told anyone. 

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I had a few people tag me to post a selfie before the new year. To be honest I was a bit scared to and put it off… but I’m trying to be more brave this year.

So here you go. This is ME.

Also it’s fancy cause that’s how I roll ;) hehe.