how old is he here anyway

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happy birthday to.. me! haha uh its kind of a birthday tradition of mine to draw whatever i feel like no matter how little sense it makes lmao anyway here are yuuri and victor in kinda matchy KotOR star wars robes!! its very late!!! this is not an au dont @ me victor would never work for the jedi he is good and i trust him okay im leaving now bed time

Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor

Originally posted by evaalterrr

omg i got so excited at it i can’t even….. ugh. not only because i got an another request but also because this is an amazing idea and i’m in love with this, i think i need to change some things that were a little unclear to me but i hope you will like it anyway

sorry if it’s too short to your liking, & please let me know what you think
REQUESTS ARE  O P E N

PART TWO


[Y/N] was a pretty 15 year old girl, who liked spending her free time in her dad’s work. Jim Gordon’s work. She’d go there everyday after school.


She wanted to work at the GCPD in the future, not as a cop, but as a doctor, just like Doctor Leslie Thompkins. [Y/N] was a very smart girl, so everybody believed she would accomplish her goal.

[Y/N] enjoyed being with Doctor Lee, and as you may wonder, Doctor Lee enjoyed being with [Y/N]. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, so she was happy to answer any questions this sweet girl had.

“Harvey! Do you know where Doctor Thompkins is?" 

[Y/N]’s been looking for her, she wanted to watch her work, as always. At first she wasn’t sure if that’s okay with her but she said she enjoys her company, much to [Y/N]’s joy.

"I don’t know, kiddo, check the morgue.” Answered busy Harvey Dent petting her on the head and walking away.

[Y/N] was walking to the morgue as she heard two cops talking about Jerome Valeska. They didn’t have a chance to meet but she saw him, that day when they found his dead mother. Dead because of him.  

His cult was trying to bring him back from the dead…

“Can you believe he’s lying in the morgue right now with no face on?!”

“Shut up, this is disgusting.”

[Y/N] could agree on that. It seriously gave her chills.

But still, it didn’t change the fact she wanted to see how he looked now. She would never admit it to anyone, but she thought he was kinda cute. When he had a face and was still breathing, though.

[Y/N] entered the room humming a song she always does.  

“Doctor Le–” she stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, Lee Thompkins sitting on a table, tied up, looking over her should to see who just came in, worry filled her eyes as she noticed it’s [Y/N]. And there it was Jerome Valeska, standing across from Doctor Lee, his face all bloody and bandaged smiling widely at [Y/N]. He was wearing something very skin-tight…

“Hi there. Care to join us, Sweetheart?” Jerome walked towards her.

Now as he took a better look at her, he noticed she looked younger than him.

“Don’t cha a little too young to work here?”

[Y/N] only shrugged and gulped as he started to tie her up and told her to sit beside Lee.

They looked at each other, Lee’s gaze looked like it was asking her “Why did you have to come here exactly right now?!”

Jerome not interested in Lee anymore, moved to kneel before the pretty girl and looked into her eyes.

“Do you know where is my face, Precious?”

She stared at him. “Yeah… I heard Dwight took it and that he wears it like a mask..” She made a disgusted face.

Jerome exhaled deeply. “At least he’s a handsome fella now.”

[Y/N] cracked a small smile trying not to giggle. She didn’t want Doctor Lee to think she’s stupid.

Jerome glanced back at Lee and then back to [Y/N] and cupped her cheek. 

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here?  You can’t possibly be working here, you look young. How old are you anyway, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Umm..” She was unsure if she should tell him but he had something in his eyes that screamed “tell me all about you!”

“I don’t work here, I’m 15 years old. My dad is working here.”

“Don’t tell him that [Y/N]!”

“[Y/N]? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He smirked and reached for something to gag Doctor Lee. “Who’s your dad? I’m dying to know.”

“James Gordon.”

He started laughing like crazy. “James Gordon! I can’t believe it! And Doctor here is still talking to you after what your father has done to her poor husband?” He burst in another laugh.

[Y/N] wanted to defend her dad but she knew there was no point.

“Ohhh you’re coming with me, Gorgeous! You’re too fun to be left here!” He started to untie her.

And she left with him. Just like that.

Doctor Lee waited for someone to rescue her, they needed to find [Y/N]. They needed to find Jerome.

But she could’t stop thinking about that one thing  that was still disturbing her.

The adoration in young girl’s eyes when she looked at the Ginger.

Something Worth While

The Samwell legacy is continued when Jack and Bitty’s son attends Samwell University after a horrible accident, in hopes their son will find something worth while like Jack did all those years ago. A tale of stolen recipes, fire extinguishers, and of course- the SMH feud with the lacrosse team

(Angsty and containing a character with bipolar disorder.)

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It was a frat house, and not even a good one. It looked about one hundred years old, the steps creaked with the horrifying idea of collapsing under each step, and the yard contained rusty old lawn chairs. Even if Jeremy Zimmermann did go to college, he would definitely not live in a frat house that looks like this.

“You cannot be serious.” Jeremy hisses, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder, but not turning around to face his parents.

“One-hundred percent serious, honey.” His Dad says, and the passive-aggressive southern hitch to his voice makes Jeremy to shut up about his current position.

“Why can’t I just live in a dorm or something?” Jeremy tries a different approach, finally turning around and looking at his Papa, specifically not his other dad. You would think Jack Zimmermann, NHL superstar, would be the hard ass. 

“Because this is better.” His Papa shifts his feet from side to side, looking extremely nervous. Either because his son was about to live in a death trap, or because he would be forced to go to Samwell, Jeremy didn’t know.

“We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t think it was best.” His Papa adds, and his hopeful and still worried eyes broke Jeremy’s heart a little than it already has, because he always hated disappointing his parents and goddamn did he screw up this time.

“I’m an adult. You can’t force me to stay here.” Jeremy argues, and he sees his older sister bristle a little from behind their dad.

“You sure ain’t actin’ like an adult, Jeremy.” His Dad pipes in, his voice more firm. “And you’re right, we can’t keep you here. But you told us in the hospital you wanted our help and that you were trying to get better, but you felt alone. And honey, we never wanted you to feel like that. Ever” His Dad takes a deep breath, and his tone holds no malice. Just a tremor of fear for what their son was going through. This was Jack’s idea after all.

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BTS Reaction | Dirty talk.

@j-alifr said: is: Hi! Big fan of your reactions right here, I personally think that they are very accurate! Anyway, I wanted to request something and I know you have a lot of requests to do so, please, take your time, no need to rush and take care of yourself ☺️. My request: BTS reaction to S/O talking dirty during sex? You know, the old good “ Your d*** feel so good ” or “ It’s so big ” 🤣. Thank you in advance and much love to you! Fighting!

A/N: Thank youuuu <3

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Suga Daddy: Part 3

Suga Daddy: Part 3

Word count: 7.8k

Genre: smut, angst

My computer is in the shop so I had to edit on my phone. Sorry if there are a lot of mistakes. ^^

Parts: one | two

Originally posted by bwiseoks

It was now Friday, the first day of rehearsal. You’d gotten there a little early, deciding to stretch and mentally prepare yourself, this would be your focus for the next few months. You’d gotten a text from Yoongi this morning, wishing you luck, so you felt pretty good about today.

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HECK YOU HAVE SUBMIT OPEN I’VE WANTED TO SUBMIT THIS SINCE LAST YEAR
Ah old art but I’m still actually pretty dang proud of how I drew the clothes n junk
I kinda made it mostly for CC back when her icon was Luciel.
Here’s the thing I made when I posted it to my page
“I mentioned on the MWSIH Christmas Stream that Maverick was pretty much Unknown (edgy, mysterious, generally just a sinnamon roll that just wants freedom and icecream), so I drew them clothes swapped.
Not sure if you can tell, but Maverick’s tryna copy Unknown’s pose bc he’s “cool”
Anyways I was kinda hesitant to make this bc spoilers, but if you take the right turns you can see Unknown in the prologue, soo…
Ye but I hope you like it I spent loads of time on it. (I hope I got Maverick’s clothes right…)“

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I think it’s fair to post now but I’ll tag Mystic Messenger spoilers just in case.

Don’t know very much about Mystic Messenger. CC got into it a while back so I have osmosis-style absorbed some info about it.

-TQ

a fragment | (m)

• pairing: kim seokjin x reader, warlock! seokjin
• genre/warnings: supernatural, smut, some type of fluff, angst
• words: 22,361
→ summary: Who’s the mysterious guy that’s just appeared in your life and plagued your dreams? He’s been showing up ever since your “friends” convinced you to do a ouija board in the old, creepy house that looks over your town. Your brain tells you to be afraid of him, but your heart tells you something different… Why aren’t you scared of him? You’re intrigued by the handsome stranger, and you want to get to know him better…even if it proves fatal…or eternal

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He has been giving out fake passwords ever since he got Wi-Fi in this damn place! How stupid are you people anyway? He doesn’t want to give out his password because he doesn’t want you here checking your Facebook, or answering your e-mails, or YouTubing Zoella, or whatever the hell it is you’re doing. This isn’t your office. It’s a diner! Go home!

Callout for kgepro

past urls: osajima, naimuhinyis, internetrelationship, anthropotheism, hikikomourning, dullscissors, kokonose-haruka, alibabasalvja, kokonosez, etrangers

TLDR: Grayson is an 18 years old and has admitted to purposely manipulating a 12 year old (who will not be named), stalking that twelve year old, cheating on nearly all of his partners including his current one, and admitting to abusing someone. He openly admits to not only stalking the 12 year but also other people, calling himself a “creepy stalker.”  There is also evidence of him misgendering someone. 

tw: drugs, transphobia, stalking. 

If you have anything on Grayson that you want me to add, go here. this isn’t an anonymous callout and I’ve mentioned my name in it but do not talk to me about it on my main blog please and thank you. 

3 people want their names to be censored so I will be using the names Xander and Mio instead, as well as just [redacted] for one of them.

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Its #canon jason used to collect garbage pail kids cards so imagine if one day he comes over to the manor and bruce is like oh son :“) are you here to visit :’) and jason is like no what the fuck I’m here to pick up my garbage pail kids cards, roy found his old stuff and the dumbass thinks his collection is better than mine and i have to show him how wrong he is, where did you put them?

Hades!Harry pt. 1

  A/N: “Could you write about Hades!Harry??xx” I’ve never written anything like this before but i was so excited to step out of my comfort zone. I got a bit carried away so there will be a Part 2. Enjoy!


    Y/n didn’t find herself in scary situations that often. Her days consisted of tending to the crops, making sure her younger siblings are fed three times a day, and treading the two hour journey to the nearest market to sell anything she possibly could for extra cash. Her routine had been this way since her parents were killed out at sea a year ago. That’s all she knows; no major details or even a chance to bid them farewell.  

   They left, one morning, with the intention to trade goods with villagers that resided a couple hundred miles east of the Atlantic. They promised her and her two younger brothers that they would return in a month’s time. Unfortunately, the day after they departed, Y/n received a knock at the door and an unsealed letter with no return address stating that her Mother and Father had died. 

  “Ship caught fire. There were no survivors, sorry for you loss” 

    Y/n had been only seventeen at the time, but her wisdom was well beyond her years. It was that very wisdom that allowed her to take charge of the household and become the new guardian for her brothers. She wouldn’t call the death of her Parents ‘scary’. Incredibly tragic? Yes. But she had been raised to take on challenges when they’re thrown at her.

   The girl always stood by that, even when she found herself being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by two dark figures. She kicked, flailed and scratched every chance she got. There was no way they would take her without a fight. The brawny black figures had managed to pin her down to the bed and tie her hands behind her back with chains. She blew a stray strand of hair from her face as they picked her up and made their way towards the door. She began to wonder how she had not heard them break the door down. 

 'God I’m so stupid’ she thought to herself, though she knew very well that even if she had heard them break into the cottage, she would’ve ended up in the very same position.

   Just before they carried her passed the boys’ room, she was able to peek in and see that they were staring back at her in sheer terror. Her heart broke. She was helpless and she knew they felt the same. It was obvious that whoever these people were, didn’t take an interest in the children and that was the only bright side she could find in this predicament. They throw her in the back of a horse-pulled carriage, one of the men stayed in the back to make sure she didn’t escape somehow. The floor of the carriage was covered in dirt and hay, the walls of it were just high enough to hide her from anyone passing by.

   The man beside her, who she could now see was wearing all black armor, proceeded to tie a cloth of some sort across her mouth to prevent any screaming. He left her nose exposed, which gave her the idea that they wanted her alive for some reason. 

 Numerous hours later

 The sun began to rise and she regained consciousness. She didn’t remember falling asleep but she couldn’t blame herself, she’s human.  The carriage came to an abrupt halt, which caused her to hit the top of her head on the wooden barrier. “mmh!” She groaned in pain; the man that had sat with her the entire night, flashed her an unapologetic smile. A few seconds later she was being lifted once again and pulled out of the cart. 

  She took this opportunity to look around and try to figure out where the hell they had taken her. It was like nothing she’d ever seen.

 Before her, stood a castle, bathed in charcoal colored bricks and dressed with Gargoyles at the large, Redwood double-doors. Her feet were still bare and she couldn’t help but wince every time she stepped on a pebble. The armor clad men showed no remorse as they pushed and pulled her every which way. The doors opened slowly, almost as if the structure itself had been expecting her.

  Once inside, her feet were brought relief by the cold marble flooring in the corridor; her eyes darting across the room. She spied million dollar paintings, two grand stair cases, and several stone pillars that kept the manor standing. It was hard to miss the other knight-like men who were posted at just about every corner. Without a moment to think she was, yet again, being guided rather roughly to a location that remained unknown to her. She gave up fighting a long time ago, figuring that if she kept her sanity in tact, she may be able to think up a way to save herself or find someone who can.

  They dragged her up the set of stairs to the left, and through a massive hallway. The walls in this particular area were made, not of wood or stone, but of skulls. Hundreds, possibly thousands of skulls, bound together to form a wall. She wondered how they did it, and if those people had been killed for that dumb reason. Y/n couldn’t help but wonder if her head would be an addition to the foyer. After examining the enclosure, she decided to look straight ahead. 

There at the end of the hallway, was another set of cherry colored doors. one door was slightly ajar and it allowed her to peek inside, the same way she did as she passed the room of her brothers not so long ago. She saw what looked to be a bed, a big one; garmented in a duvet the color of blood.

A bedroom?

They dropped her, upon their arrival to the room. They finally removed the chains from her arms as well as the cloth from her mouth. She fell to the floor, her arms covered in bruises and welts. She turned to face the men and opened her mouth to demand answers but was cut off off by the sound of another. A deep, raspy voice; coming from somewhere in the spacious room. 

“So glad you could make it”

She turned back to face the front, eyes locking with a man. He was tall and fit. He was someone she had seen before, she just couldn’t put her finger on where. “do i- hmm” she started but had stop and clear her throat, it had been hours since she had some water. “do i know you?” she asked, sheepishly. Something about his presence intimidated her.

“Yes and no” he smirked. He sauntered over to where she was sitting on the ground, rubbing at her sore arms. He crouched down to her level “you’ve probably seen me in an old carving or something of the sort” he ran his index finger across her jaw. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

‘i’m Harry. Although, if we’re being cordial I should give you my real name” he sighed. “Hades, lord of the underworld”. He studied the blank expression she was giving him. 

“I mean I added that bit about the underworld. Has a nice ring to it” he stated She still said nothing. “I’m not fond of it either, that’s why I make people call me Harry” he smiled before standing. She stared up at him, swallowing what moisture she had left in her dry mouth. 

“oooh don’t look at me like that” he chuckled. biting his bottom lip.

She clears her throat again “Why am I here?” her voice is smaller than its ever been. Part of her hoped he didn’t hear, afraid of how he would react. “Well, doll” He breathed. “I’ve been lonely for quite some time now. I used to have a lovely wife but….let’s just say….I let my temper get the best of me one evening” he snickered. She heard the men behind her stifle their laughter as well. 

“Anyways, i want another but I have standards. I’m five thousand years old, i’m not getting any younger and I know what you’re going to say ‘Harry you don’t look a day over twenty-three!’” he shrilled in a high pitched nasally voice. 

“I wasn’t going to say any-”

“Shh! I haven’t finished my monologue” he interjects. She, boldly, rolled her eyes.

“Long story short, you’re a smart, headstrong, young woman. I started watching you after your parents died…sorry about that by the way it wasn’t my intention” he confessed. Her eyes widened but she was frozen in shock by what she  had just heard. She waited for him to explain what he meant by that.

“I had gotten in a fight with Poseidon and it got a little out of hand I really am sorry, darling” his voice was filled with atonement. He looked back to her, searching for any sign of forgiveness. Even though was was the god of all things bad, he still possessed somewhat of a heart. She nodded, sensing a little bit of guilt in his words.

“What i’m trying to say here is, You’re my new Wife!” he declared. 

"Love Me"

Originally posted by starryiplier

Request: Can I make a request for an aro reader with an ex boyfriend(from before she knew she was aro) who’s obsessed with her, and mark Tyler and ethan help her out and protect her?

Summary: Fem!Reader’s ex-boyfriend has been giving her a “hard time” (understatement) since they broke up and now the guys are ready to Hulk Smash™ him into the void.

A/N: Hey all, meant to get this up yesterday but I wasn’t feeling sure about how I’d written it so I had the best person ever @sweetnestor beta it and now I’m feeling much better with it lmao. Thanks mah dude you helped BUNCHES. Anyway yup hope you guys enjoy this long ass fic!

Wordcount: 1354, back to my usual length for fics!!!!!!!

Warnings: mention of stalking, panic attack, mention of homophobia (is that what it’s called when it’s against someone that’s aro or is there a different word for that?? I’m not sure am srry)

Requests are closed for the time being friends, sorry about that!

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The Devil Wears Laces

“Please tell me you didn’t do it,” Nikandros said as soon as Damen picked up the phone. Instinctively, Damen looked around, as though he were going to find Nikandros staring at him in disapproval from across the street. Or behind him. Or perching from one of the buildings like a gargoyle.

“I only did it because of you, you know,” Damen told him.

“You did this because of me,” Nikandros repeated. “I was the one who told you this was going to happen. Kastor has been jealous of you for years. It was only a matter of time before he made a grab for your position. That’s why he-”

“Why he told our father that I was burnt out and needed vacation time? Why he’s helpfully filling in for me during my forced sabbatical?”

“Yes.” It was exactly what Nikandros had said, though not with those specific details. Nikandros, who knew everything, had told Damen that his brother would jump at the opportunity to show their father he was capable of being CEO. Damen just hadn’t listened. But now Kastor was sitting at the Editor-In-Chief’s desk - his desk - and he’d decided to start paying attention.

“Which is why I’m not going to sit down and be useless while the company prepares for its biggest deal in years.”

“So, you’ve applied at Vere?”

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The Breakup Bureau

Words: 8.1k
Genre: Fluff, Angst

Read more at Service Series 

Originally posted by eatkookiie

Saying goodbye is never easy.

Held hands over the table, she looks at him with softened eyes and a thoughtful expression. As he finishes with a gentle exhale, she nods. “You know what? You’re right! I deserve better!”

“You deserve the world and more.” He charmingly smiles, gaze dripping with honey.

She breaks out into a grin and pulls her hands away from his, leaning back in her chair. “How could I have been so blind?! I can’t believe I went through a relationship like that for an entire year!”

“And now you get to start fresh again. With someone who will treat you the way you deserve.”

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Bubba feet

Okay so I am back. Sorry for disappearing for past days. I just had some issues with my phone so I wasn’t able to be to keep myself updates. Anyways how’re you all doing? And here I present one of my favorite feels, Daddy Harry. It is short tho!! P.s talk to me fam!


“Oh cmon, Work” Harry groaned fiddling with the parts of the swing set you guys recently brought for your first child Rose. Though she was just a few weeks old, Harry wanted to be a ‘good’ daddy and have things ready for his doll to play. You never saw Harry this much in love the way he was with Rose. The way his crinkled reflecting the real genuine happiness. 

The very first time when Harry saw Rose, he made a promise to himself, to guard his little girl from the evil of the world, just like every father does. And just like every other father, he cried. Cried for hours maybe because he never physically and emotionally felt this much of love for anyone. The pink newborn, nestled in his arm sleeping his heart swell. And seeing the both of them together made yours to swell.

‘Harry..” you giggled seeing him sitting on the ground, legs wide open, lips in a pout and forehead covered with creases.

“It’s jus’ being a wanker! Bloody hell!” harry said as the skin of his finger got in between the joint of a part. Harry stood up shaking his hand and walked inside the house with an annoyed look on his face.

“aww sweetheart, it’s okay. Do it some other day” you said rubbing his cheek and pecking the peachy scruff. Harry rolled his lips and kissed the palm of your hand before going to sit on the couch.

You were caramelizing the onions in the pan when the loud cried filled the empty silence of the house. You wiped your hands and as you stepped out of the kitchen, you saw Harry giving you a thumbs up as he walked upstairs. Man, his ass killed you though.

 You both haven’t been able to keep up with your sex life since Rose has been born. Even though Harry took off from work to help you with her, you both always ended up sleeping till you see the sun. At the end of the day, the little baby always managed to get you worn out somehow. You didn’t minded it but you missed his touch. The way his lips worked on yours, hips meet yours, the way you both connected.

You sighed to self and went back to cooking.

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As his steps got near to her room, the cries became louder and louder making Harry sad. He opened the door softly and made his way to his daughter’s crib where she laid crying. Face red and fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

“aww m’baby. shh shh daddy’s go’ you m’love.” Harry cooed picking the little girl up and rubbing her back. He kept rocking her but that didn’t help. The cried only grew louder. Harry sighed and padded downstairs with Rose in his arms and made his way to you.

“she won’ stop crying” Harry said. His own chin started to wobble as the little one’s cries became really hurting.

“She’s probably hungry baby. Don’t you start crying again” you said kissing harry’s cheek and taking Rose carefully from him. You sat on the couch and lifted you tee up, bringing rose to your nipple. Soon she was sucking on it hungrily. You rubbed her head and Harry sat on the other side rubbing her small feet.

“So yeh were hungry aye? Made daddy cry too.” Harry talked in baby voice making you giggle.

“wha’?” Harry asked with that innocent grin of his. You leaned to your side and placed a kiss on his open mouth.

“you’re just so cute” you giggled again making Harry blush. Harry winked at you and kept on rubbing Rose’s feet.

“Tiny. Her feet are so tiny, innit?” Harry asked.

“well she’s just 18 weeks old. So yeah” you said. And there you melted. The next thing you saw was Harry bending down to kiss the soft feet of his princess and touching them to his head.

“why’d you do that/” you asked him being curious. Like kissing was fine but the other one confused you a bit.

“Well she’s a little baby. Babies are god, so I just thanked my god for blessing my family with such precious ladies.” Harry smiled. You swore you never felt that much emotional in your entire life. Your eyes filled with tears as a drop of water slipped through one.

“oh no no. why’re yeh cryin’? Harry asked pulling you to his chest making sure he doesn’t disturbs the little missy who was having her dinner.

“i-i just love you both so much” you cried pulling away. Harry’’s face softened as his fingers collected the tears from your cheek, he leaned in and pecked your lips softly.

“i love yeh both too, wifey and my bubba tiny feet” Harry said pulling you both to his arms. Rose did blessed you both the day she was born.

Second Love (pt. 02)

Pairing: Yoongi | Reader.
Genre: Angst, SummerLove AU, Fluff & (future) Smut
Word Count: 6.3K

A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve been giving to this story <3 The next part will be the final one ohh :’(

Pt. 01  |  Pt. 02  |  Pt. 03


Summer 2006

Since that night you were sure of one thing: you would stop thinking about Yoongi. You would stop liking him. You started ignoring him at the Gong’s farm, but that was an easy task, since he was the first that started ignoring you in Mr. and Mrs. Gong’s presence.

But unfortunately, Yoongi started going out with the boys again. You had to see him every night and when you arrived home you were exhausted from the effort it took you to ignore him. He was still staring at you every time your eyes accidentally landed on him and you were sure he was trying to drive you nuts. First he told you that you should get over him before you fell something deeper for him, and then he kept staring at you like that. He was contradicting himself. Maybe he didn’t hate you, but you were starting to hate him.

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anonymous asked:

I feel like Cas was kinda nervous when he said "your mother" in 12.01. I could be mistaken. Thoughts?

Who, Cas? 

Having just koala hugged Dean, literally shouted then grunted his name in relief as he folded him into his arms? After having just been reunited with the Human he cares about most in the universe? Who he thought was dead? Who was all he could think about as God lay dying? Who he thought he’d never see again? Who is so far in the closet that he is shivering in Narnia? Who he knows has been severely damaged by the death of his mother and how this is the catalyst for all the terrible things that happened in his life? How he has his mother on a pedestal? How he probably wouldn’t want her to see him being so close with Cas ever, but especially on first meeting?

When Mary is looking at him like she’s judging him and calculating WTF is going on with him and Dean? Who Cas literally gives no shits about because DEAN IS RIGHT THERE AND HE THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD FOR GOOD and Sam is missing and his last promise to Dean was that he would look after Sam and how dare this woman be just THERE and asking annoying questions?

Originally posted by bubblemish

And then it turns out this is MARY? The person Dean has up on a pedestal higher than the moon?! 

Yeah, no. Cas is fine.

Oh, anyway, even if its awkward, he’s amazing at small talk, he’ll be fine with his mother in law, his people skills are excellent…

Originally posted by constiellation

Ehh… except she is properly awkward with him here… I love it. Wouldn’t you be? You’re from the 70s, you died, you’re kid is 4 years old, you awaken, he’s 38 and apparently married to a male Angel who is really very strange though he seems sweet… hell yes it’s jarring!

It’s ok though… they ended up bonding over Cas doing as Mary requested more than once, to find Sam, proving himself to her.

Originally posted by dustydreamsanddirtyscars

And then over how Dean can be just so cute but stubborn, bless…

Originally posted by angvlicmish

Then they carried on as mother and son in law all season :)

Steve Rogers/Captain America - I’m Sorry I Never Told You - Part 2

Originally posted by from-wizards-to-soldiers

Series Summary: Being an Avenger is the most challenging thing you’ve ever done, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re in a relationship with Steve and that’s something you never thought you’d have, you never imagined being so lucky as to have someone like him. However, there is something that you haven’t told him or the others. A secret that you’ve fought to keep hidden. What happens when you have no choice but to tell Steve and the rest of the team your biggest secret?

Part Summary: You and Steve go and pick up your son. The reunion is emotional, but you’re so happy to have Jeremy back in your arms. You take Jeremy back to the tower to meet the rest of the team and one specific person who he’s a huge fan of. Steve takes on a fatherly role and he and Jeremy become close. One night, Jeremy says something out of the blue.

Pairing/s: Steve x Fem!Reader. Fem!Reader x Jeremy x Steve (Familial)

Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Jeremy Y/L/N, Danny Smith (OMC), Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Jack Hotchner, Henry LaMontagne, Peter Parker. Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Thor Odinson, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Vision, Clint Barton, William LaMontagne, Michael LaMontagne (Mentioned)

Warning/s: None, this is just very fluffy.

A/N: Thank you to @molethemollie for being my beta!!

A/N/N: I’ve decided to make this a crossover with Criminal Minds since the idea for this little series sprung from an episode of that show and it’s much easier this way since there won’t be loads of OC’s that I have to make up. Anyway, enjoy!

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ok im sorry but has anyone else ever felt uncomfortable with how….babified Steven is drawn sometimes ever since he was confirmed to be 14 years old? i saw someone say in response to someone not liking how small steven looks here, that, “well he was so damn big before like too big” and its like ??? what are you talking about….so anyway, anyone else weirded out and uncomfortable when Steven is drawn like this too?