i am not ready for more tears

Bts reaction to you being pregnant

Request 1: btspeach ,Bts reaction surprising them that you’re pregnant 💞

Request 2:   Could you do a bts reaction to their significant other telling them that they’re pregnant with their child if you haven’t already?


Jin

He’ll cry. He’ll just straight up cry. Without saying anything much. Hugging you, crying and repeating over and over again “I love you.” After he cried his heart out, he’ll smile really bright and tell you all about his plans if the baby was a girl and then if it was a boy. And the dinner of course burned. But that’s another story.

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Yoongi

A face of shock. Pure shock. And then slowly he’ll find the strenght in him to look at you and say “I’ll love this child. I’ll love you. I’ll be a good father. This child will become a good human being and his father will try to thank his mother by asking her to finally marry me.”

Originally posted by shittyoongi

Namjoon

Namjoon will laugh from disbelief. He knew it was true, because the test was standing right there in front of his eyes, but still. When his mind actually proceided he’ll hug you and tell you that no matter what, he’ll take care of you.  And thenout of nowhere tell you to pack, because you two were going back to your parents to tell them the nws and for him to ask you to marry him.

Originally posted by berry852

Hoseok

Hobi is a prankster, so he thinks you are pranking him too. He’ll laugh it off and say that this was a really good joke, before you gave him the first picture of the baby and say “They said next time to bring the father. So, I’m going to do exactly that.” And Hobi cried like a baby for the next hour or so constantly telling you how happy he is.

Originally posted by jinful

Jimin

Jiminie shouted and jumped up and down and hugged you so much and constantly told you how happy he is and how you’ll have the most amazing child on Earth and at the end of this whole rant, he just smiled to you with tears in his eyes and promised to be a father your kid will look up to. 

Originally posted by dailykpopmeme

Taehyung

Tae smiled and kissed you, and your tummy, before picking up his phone calling a number and shouting at the phone. “Mom, I don’t think you are ready. I am going to be a father. Yes! Yes, yes, she i right next to me. Yes, we will come as fast as possible. Of course.” he hung up the phone, hugged you tightly one more time, promising to be the best father out there and told you his mother wanted to see you, since your own mother wasn’t in Korea and you need support at the moment.

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Jungkook

You were scared honestly. You were both pretty young and him rejecting you because of his popularity and the fact he may not be ready for a child seemed as likely as unlikely. When you gave him the test with trembling hands, you were expecting the worst.  But instead you heard a “Call your parents and tell them to be here next Monday.” You were slightly confused about it “Jungkook, what are you talking about?” “I get one chance to marry the girl I love and to look at my child and I want to be a great father so pick up the phone and do what I say, I’m coming in 5 minutes.” He locked the door to the bedroom looked at the test and cried from hapiness for like an hour.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Masterlist

Request if you have the patience. Those who request one-shots, darlings, I’m working on them. I won’t write anything fast and shabby. I made that clear.

AND CONFESS YOUR SINS, LOVE OR WHATEVER EMOTION YOU FEEL TOWARDS WHOEVER. WHAT HAVE YOU IMAGINED? MOMMY,A.K.A ME, WILL LISTEN.

‘Parks and Recreation’: Leslie Knope Writes Letter to America Following Donald Trump’s Victory

Dear America,

Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won’t say her name, to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document. Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot-chocolate-and-back-rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy) and now I am ready to go.

When I was in fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Kolphner taught us a social studies lesson. The seventeen students in our class were introduced to two fictional candidates: a smart if slightly bookish-looking cartoon tortoise named Greenie, and a cool-looking jaguar named Speedy. Rick Dissellio read a speech from Speedy, in which he promised that if elected he would end school early, have extra recess, and provide endless lunches of chocolate pizzandy. (A local Pawnee delicacy at the time — deep fried pizza where the crust was candy bars.) Then I read a speech from Greenie, who promised to go slow and steady, think about the problems of our school, and try her best to solve them in a way that would benefit the most people. Then Mrs. Kolphner had us vote on who should be Class President.

I think you know where this is going.

Except you don’t, because before we voted, Greg Laresque asked if he could nominate a third candidate, and Mrs. Kolphner said “Sure! The essence of democracy is that everyone—” and Greg cut her off and said “I nominate a T. rex named Dr. Farts who wears sunglasses and plays the saxophone, and his plan is to fart as much as possible and eat all the teachers,” and everyone laughed, and before Mrs. Kolphner could blink, Dr. Farts the T. rex had been elected President of Pawnee Elementary School in a 1984 Reagan-esque landslide, with my one vote for Greenie the Tortoise playing the role of “Minnesota.”

After class I was inconsolable. Once all the other kids left, Mrs. Kolphner came over and put her arm around me. She told me I had done a great job advocating for Greenie the Tortoise. Through tears I remember saying, “How good, exactly?” and she said “Very very good,” and I said, “Good enough to—?” and she sighed and went to her desk to get one of the silver stars she gave out to kids who did a good job on something, and as I tearfully added it to my Silver Star Diary she asked me what upset me the most.

“Greenie was the better candidate,” I said. “Greenie should have won.”

She nodded.

“I suppose that was the point of the lesson,” I said.

“Oh no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: people are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”

Winston Churchill once said, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except all those other forms that have been tried.” That is perhaps a pithier and better way to get my point across, than that long anecdote about Mrs. Kolphner. Should I just erase all of that and start with this? Whatever. I’m pot-committed now, and is there extra caffeine in that hot chocolate? Because my head feels like a spaceship. The point is: people making their own decisions is, on balance, better than an autocrat making decisions for them. It’s just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self-defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your house with American flags and custom-made cardboard-cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a glass-ceiling-shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a giant farting T. rex.

Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but I didn’t care, in that moment.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to Acceptance.  And here’s what I stand on that:

No. I do not accept it.

I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the President. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story. I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.

And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T. rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T. rex eyes, or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, super-ego!) Our President-Elect is everything you should abhor, and fear, in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.

You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you, and when the time comes you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.

He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.

Now find your team, and get to work.

Love,

Leslie

The Price Of Everything // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Six [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series Masterlist

Series: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Shower Sex, Unprotected Sex, Hella Violence, Extreme Angst, Mitch Rapp Suffering, Very Illegal Endeavors, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 11,884

Song: One More Time by Jon Bellion (this song is fucking hilarious and a big middle finger to Rose’s dad)

A/N: Grab popcorn and some tissues ‘cuz y’all are in for one hell of a rollercoaster ride. This is my favorite chapter yet, I really love it. Special thanks to @mf-despair-queen​ for providing me with canon American Assassin information. Love ya, babe. Also, can’t wait for your reactions at the end lol I might get death threats.

The air stilled and you could feel the thick tension dancing on your skin. In that frozen second that we realized my father had heard it all, I see his eyes flicker from mine to Mitch’s. Never in my life had I ever seen so much hatred in a man who believed in nothing but pure love before. Other than that, his face is completely unreadable which made it really hard to expect his upcoming action. Something I never would have thought to see my father do — never in my life.

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Eric Quotes

“what do you think about when you look at the sky at night and there’s no clouds out and you can see all the stars?”

“Anything and everything that happens in our world is just that, a happening. Anything else is relative to the observer, but yet we try to have a “universal law” or “code” of what is good and bad and that isn’t fucking correct. We shouldn’t be allowed to do that. We aren’t gods.”

“Everyone is always making fun of me because of how I look, how fucking weak I am and shit, well I will get you all back: ultimate fucking revenge here. You people could have shown more respect, treated me better, saked for knowledge or guidance more, treated me more like a senior and maybe I wouldn’t have been as ready to tear your fucking heads off. Then again, I have always hated how I looked, I make fun of people who look like me, sometimes without even thinking sometimes just because I want to rip on myself. That’s where a lot of my hate grows from.”

“HATE! I’m full of hate and I Love it. I HATE PEOPLE and they better fucking fear me if they know whats good for em. Yes I hate and I guess I want others to know it…”

“…You people could have shown more respect, treated me better, asked for my knowledge or guidance more, treated me more like senior, and maybe I wouldn’t have been as ready to tear your fucking heads off.”

“I don’t care what you say, if you ever touch him again I will freakin kill you. Im gonna pull out a goddamn shotgun and blow your damn head off, do you understand? You little worthless piece of crap.”

“I loved the water. I never went swimming, but the water was an escape in itself.”

“The reason people piss me off is to test my trigger finger, & my adrenaline”

“How come, If I’m free, I can’t deprive a stupid fucking dumbshit from his possessions if he leaves them sitting in the front seat of his fucking van out in plain sight and in the middle of fucking nowhere on a Frifuckingday night. NATURAL SELECTION. Fucker should be shot.”

“When I go NBK and people say things like, “oh, it was so tragic,” or “oh he is crazy!” or “It was so bloody.” I think, so the fuck what you
think that’s a bad thing? Just because your mumsy and dadsy told you blood and violence is bad, you think it’s a fucking law of nature? Wrong. Only science and math are true, everything, and I mean everyfuckingthing else is Man made.”

“There’s no such thing as True Good or True evil, it’s all relative to the observer.”

“We’ve been knowing we can do it. Our coach has been telling us we can do it. He’s been preparing us to get ready for these type of games.”

“It’s a competition of everything science”

“I hate you people for leaving me out of so many fun things. And no, don’t fucking say “well that’s your fault’ because it isn’t. You people had my phone number and I asked and all, but no. Don’t let the weird eric kid come along. Oh, fucking no.”

“KISS MY ASS BROOKS, I AIN’T PAYIN’ FOR SHIT”

Am I ever gonna be enough?

Okay so I got this idea at 9 PM and I knew that I had an ask related to it in my inbox for quite a while now. So I decided to finish it in one night, not wanting the idea to leave my mind. The part five to the IFMWBTY series will be uploaded tomorrow or the day after, it’s almost done and I’ve only got some changes I would like to add. I haven’t edited this because I’m so damn sleepy, but I’ll back to it. 

Till then, please let me know if you enjoyed this cute yet a bit sad one shot. Happy reading! :)

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Bath (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: HIYA! CAN I REQUEST AN IMAGINE WHERE PETE GOT INTO A BIG FIGHT THAT WAS HARD (LIKE AT THE END OF THE MOVIE), AND HE’S KIND OF BEATEN AND BLOODY, AND HE COMES BACK TO HIS ROOM AND THE READER IS THERE AND IS SUPER WORRIED AND TEARY-EYED AT HOW HE LOOKS, AND ENDS UP GETTING ICE AND STUFF, AND KIND OF TAKES CARE OF HIM? SUPER FLUFFY AT THE END PLS. SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH 😭

Warnings: bad injuries, mentions of death, reader and Peter getting naked

Word Count: 1,259

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this after 20 years this was requested bc I was so lazy to write anything, I know, I suck SO much.  And I’m so sorry if this wasn’t good, I actually didn’t like what I wrote :((

Originally posted by thxrapyy

Although it was 3 a.m. in the morning, the streets of Queens were still busy and noisy. Y/N was sleeping with her windows open for two vital reasons; it was too hot to sleep with them closed and also her boyfriend Peter might have come in any second, badly injured. This never really happened before, Y/N was thankful for that, except one time. But even that time Peter wasn’t injured at all, he just wanted to spend more time with his girlfriend.

Y/N was still sleeping when suddenly she heard a loud noise coming from the outside of her apartment. As soon as she heard it, without thinking, she ran to her window and saw a very struggling Peter, desperately trying to climb up from her window. Y/N didn’t want anyone inside the building to hear Peter’s painful moans and also she didn’t want him to fall down in front of her eyes too so she helped him get inside and closed the window. She turned the lights on and regretted doing it the second she looked at Peter. She let out a loud gasp and started to tremble. Peter looked horrible. His suit was ripped off from several places, there were scars all over his face and he had a serious injury down his belly, dripping off a lot of blood.

Y/N was too devastated to move, she tried to talk: “I-I… Peter, what the hell?” She whispered, a tear running down her cheek. She kneeled down to check his wounds, she knew how to mend some of them but the others seemed too hard for her to handle.

“We need to take you to a hospital.” She said in a serious voice and got up to take her car keys. However, Peter was quicker than her, he shot webs to her arm and caught her.

“Don’t…” He could manage to whisper. Y/N was quite pissed off now. “Don’t?!” She threw her loose arm in the air fiercely and kneeled down in front of him once again. “Peter, listen to me carefully, I can dress the wounds on your face or even stitch up the one on your belly but I can’t know if you have any internal bleedings or not. What if you are having a brain hemorrhage right now? How will we know that? God I haven’t been to a medical school, I’m a high school student for god’s sake!-“

“Y/N… Please don’t yell at me. I-I just need some water, do your best, my condition is not that bad, trust me.”

Tears streaming down Peter’s clearly frightened face broke her heart. She was too harsh on him, he just needed her help. “Okay…” She whispered, nodding her head. Peter ripped the webs off her arm and she quickly got up and got her first aid kit and a glass of water for Peter.

“Okay Peter, now I’ll rip the suit off you, so tell me if it hurts I’ll stop,” she said in hurry and picked the scissors from the first aid bag. While Y/N was focused on her work, without thinking anything, Peter chuckled: “With pleasure, please do that more often.” This made Y/N blush therefore without hesitating, she hit Peter on the shoulder.

“Ahh!!” Peter yelled in pain, he was no more smirking like an idiot. Y/N realized what she had immediately:” Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Peter, are you okay? “

“I’m fine, keep undressing me,” Peter tried to smile through the pain, he didn’t want Y/N to feel bad. “Idiot,” Y/N sighed.  Now, Peter was sitting on the floor, with nothing but his boxers. “Alright Petey, now we have to stitch that up because I’m pretty sure you will die if I don’t do that immediately.”

She picked out the needed materials from her bag and started to stitch down his belly. Both of them were silent because Y/N was too focused on making Peter feel better and Peter didn’t want Y/N to get more worried than she so he tried too hard not to scream, the pain was unbearable.

After a while, Peter couldn’t take it anymore so he yelled: “Oh God!” scaring Y/N since she was not ready for such reaction. “Peter, I’m so sorry, am I hurting you? If I do, please tell me I’ll try to be gentler, I just don’t want you to lose any blood I was-“

Peter brushed his fingers through her cheeks, now wet because she was sobbing and whispered: “Hey, hey, calm down. I’ll be okay, I have you. It doesn’t hurt, you couldn’t be more gentle, trust me. Go on.”

Y/N nodded and wiped off the tears on her face, got back on work. Peter loved watching Y/N most of the time, but this time was different. He thought she looked more beautiful than ever. The sight in front of him was just fascinating. She looked lovely with her messy hair and bare face. Even her ridiculous pajamas looked so pretty on her, Peter thought. When Y/N tilted her head, because she was done, to look at Peter, she saw that he was mesmerized. “Earth to Peter Parker, are you okay?” She giggled, waving her hands in front of his eyes. He just nodded and watched her pick up the first aid stuff from the floor.

“Now, I have to bathe you, then we can look to those little scars on your face, alright?”

“I think I just have to get injured more!” Peter’s face lit up once again. Y/N was blushing again but seeing how happy Peter was, she was also relieved so she didn’t say anything about what Peter just said.

“Hey Y/N?”

Y/N was trying to understand if the water was hot enough while Peter was sitting in the tub, full with water.

“What? Is everything okay?” Y/N asked with a concerned face, now giving her full attention to him. “No. I just need something.”

“Tell me.”

“Can you come in here?” Y/N froze, staring into Peter’s eyes. They had never done such thing before, and Y/N felt his cheeks burning. She wasn’t expecting Peter to ask something like that from her, but tonight with the adrenaline rush and possible death, Peter seemed to be more suggestive than ever.

“I-I… I have to get you towels.” She turned around and acted like she couldn’t find any towels until Peter said: “Umm… You just put them right next to the sink and I think they would be enough for both of us?”

Y/N mumbled: “Damn it!” It wasn’t like she didn’t want to get in the tub, she really did want that. She turned around and started to get undressed.  When she got to her underwear she stopped for a second, looking at Peter, who was staring at her but now trying to act like she wasn’t interested in his girlfriend, undressing in front of her.  Y/N chuckled at the sight of a very red faced Peter, who was acting like he was seeing hot water for the first time in his life: “You are an idiot.”

When Y/N finally managed to take her bra and panties off, she got into the hot tub and sat between Peter’s legs, putting her head on his chest. “Hey, tell me if this is hurting you, I can get up,” she whispered, not wanting to get up at all. “On the contrary, I’m feeling better now. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, smiling.

“I’m so glad that I have you,”

“I love you too.”

Lately the rhythm of my heart speaks to my tears,
fragments of my smile dissolve into lies; I’m fine.

I sing a song and cries come out of my mouth,
I tried to scream but it barely seems like a whisper

My bones feel like sadness dipped in coal,
it’s burning in corners where roses bloomed only to rot.

The thorns have started to feel more like petals
for they are the only prick that brings some comfort

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to speak to my
hands in warm embraces, I don’t remember
the last time the mirror didn’t crack at the scent of my presence.

And those cracks mirror the ones in my heart and soul.
They don’t even let my tears flow or skin bleed
for I am trying to hold it all in.

That’s all I’ve been doing lately, holding it all in,
because letting go shares the same thunder
as yesterday’s goodbyes and I don’t think
I’m ready to allow anything that isn’t you escape my hell.

I have made a comfortable bed in this hell lining them
with petals of my sadness, if you want to leave
I will let you but only after you’ve walked through
the thorns of this heartbreak

Maybe then your eyes will look past these shards painted on my skin
and soak them as a sign of my wings tearing from fighting too hard.
I am not a fly caught in a web,
I am a vulture,
I live because of the dead.

an amazing collaboration with an amazing writer and a dear friend @dreamcatcher-777

Girls Will Be Girls

Prompt: Diana x Daughter reader, where it’s reader’s first day of school and Diana goes into overprotective mode.

Requested by: ANON
Fandom: DC


    “It’s big.”

    Your mother stares down at you, her glasses slightly askew on her face, “We have faced bigger.”

    You smile, “Is Papa coming?”

    She smiles, and squeezes your hand once, “Any minute now.”

    And true to her word your father comes tearing down the street, a slightly out of breath aunt Etta right behind him, “I’m here. I’m here.”

    You smile at him when your mother says, “You’re late Steve.”

    He nods, “The boss didn’t want to listen, and it took more convincing than I thought, and you know what, it doesn’t matter. I am here, and ready to walk our girl to her first day of school.” He bends down to your eye level and asks, “Are you ready?”

    You nod, “Mama and I went over what I’m allowed to talk about. Nothing about Paradise. Nothing about you and Mama saving the world. And no talking about weapons training.”

    Your father kisses your forehead, “Good girl.” He lowers his voice to a whisper, “And what do you do if someone picks on you?”

    You smile, “Pop them in the nose.”

    Your mother frowns, “First you tell a teacher, then you pop them in the nose.”

    You nod and smile, as your papa takes one hand, and your mama takes the other. Slowly the three of you walk up the stairs and into the headmaster’s office. You sit quietly while he and papa talk. You smile, when mama forces him to recognize her.

    When everything’s said and done they walk you to your classroom, and they say goodbye as six year old you runs towards new possible friends.

    Steve Trevor, your papa, stands outside of your school for a good thirty minutes before his wife finally pulls him away. “She was better off being homeschooled. You’re smarter than those teachers.”

    Diana smiles, “What I learned took lifetimes, just like it will take her lifetimes. However, she needs friends Steve, this is for socialization.”

    His mouth turns into a scowl, “You were the only child on Themyscira and you turned out amazing.”

    “Steve.” Her tone is clear, let the argument die.

    “She’s growing up too fast. She’s six years old. It’s going by too fast.”

    Diana smiles, “You are an excellent father. Very supportive. Very understanding. But you have to let go eventually.”

    Steve pauses, “Diana, I won’t be here for so much of her life.”

    Diana pauses, “Steve.”

    He gives a sad smile, “We knew that going in Diana. We made the choice to be together for as long as we possibly can, but when she hits maturity her aging will slow drastically. We know that. She’ll outlive me by hundreds of years if not more. So, I’m greedy about my time with her.”

    Diana stares at her husband, “Steve …”

    “I put in my notice this morning. I’m leaving the agency. I want to be a full time dad. We have the money, but I probably should have talked about it with you first … I just… I don’t want her to forget me, Diana.”

    For a long time she stays quiet. Diana had always known the truth of their relationship. They rarely acknowledged it, but just in the past six years Diana had seen how Steve had changed. A gray hair here, a gray hair there. She has her arms wrapped around him a moment later, “Let’s go get her before she becomes attached.”

    Steve shakes his head, “That’s not fair to her … being a father means sacrificing … and …”

    “Mr. and Mrs. Trevor.” As one unit they turn to stare at the headmaster who is racing towards them. The anger is clear on his face, and as he reaches them he sputters, “Your daughter has punched a classmate and broken their nose. She is not fit for our school.”

    Steve and Diana exchange a look before Steve says, “That works,” and runs ahead to collect his daughter.

    Diana smiles at the headmaster, “Why did she punch this classmate?”

    “She claims that the boy pulled her hair.”

    Immediately the smile disappears from her face, “Did she report it to the teacher?”

    “Yes, and Ms. Jacobs tried to explain that boys only do that when they like a girl, but can not express it.”

    Diana’s mouth screws up into a twisted scowl, “You hurt the people you like Headmaster?”

    The man’s mouth opens and closes several times before he says, “Boys will be boys. They don’t know how to express themselves.”

“And that gives them the right to touch my daughter? Perhaps my daughter only punched the boy because she liked him, and didn’t know how to say it? Did you ever think of that? Girls will be girls after all.”

The headmaster stutters, “We expect more from our girls, Mrs. Trevor, please understand.”

“I will not. Your school does not deserve my daughter, and you are a horrible excuse for a leader. If this behavior is excused at this age, what happens when they grow up. My daughter has been taught to protect herself, but what about the girls who haven’t. Consider that.”

As she finishes speaking, she sees you and Steve behind the headmaster. Her eyes fly to your papa and she says, “We’re homeschooling her. This man’s world can not be trusted.”

Your papa smiles, “Exactly what I’ve been saying.”

He scoops you up into his arms, “Let’s go home, Princess.”

You smile, “Okay Papa. Let’s go home.”

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Alrighty! So, first of all I want to apologize for taking  so long to answer this! I’m gonna be honest, working and drawing has been keeping me busy lately (Although I guess the later one is much of an excuse).

Anyways, thanks for sending in this ask! I honestly was super excited to get it! 

These fics are by no means the only ones that I favor, they were just some of the first ones that came to mind! With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!

Finished:

Words That Water Flowers By @decembercamiecherries

- Honestly, this fic is so bitter sweet and I can guarantee you that if you love Killugon, you will love this fic. It is a literal masterpiece!

Bloodstained by @decembercamiecherries

- A wonderful and suspenseful vamp!Gon AU! It is just absolutely amazing and I loved reading every second of it! 

Kicking Against the Goad by @f-da-program

- Literally just Gon and Killua being lil flirty shits and playing soccer. Can’t get much better than that. (Bonus Leopika! Because yes)

DNA by @killushawn

- I actually did a cry while reading (and listening to this). All you need to know is that it’s super gay and involves video games.(Video gaymes??)

Be My First By @nicicia

- (Warning: this does contain NSFW content!) A reunion fic that actually had me crying. Like, a lot? Because it’s entirely bitter sweet and I just need these boys to be happy jfc.

Do You Hate Me? by @hunterxblog

- I’ll be honest guys, get ready to cry. That’s all I gotta say. Ouch.

Scars by @hunterxblog

-Once again fellas, we got a tear jerker. Hunterxblog loves to drink your tears, my dudes.


Incomplete:

Come See Me (2 A.M. Again) by @softkillua

- (Warning: This does contain NSFW content!) Okay so let me tell you guys right now, this is already an emotional roller coaster ride and there is some heavy content in this fic but I swear to you it is my absolute favorite right now and I am honestly dying for more updates. 

The Afterschool Library Chronicles By DriftingGlass (Not sure if they have a Tumblr)

- This fic honestly… Gosh where do I begin. It’s honestly just really suspenseful and The build up is fantastic! High School AU! 

The Little Detours By @unnoticed-and-necessary

- Here we have Trans Female Gon and AFAB Killua! (Who later identifies as gender fluid) I am not 100% up to date on this yet but so far I’m in love with it! It especially hits home with gender fluid Killua, but i also adore trans girl Gon! They’re both super adorable and I can’t wait to read more!

Star X Light X Star X Bright by @extratmanakinskywalker234

- A Star Wars AU!!! This one is honestly super cool! It’s really different and unique and I honestly can’t wait for more! (The best part is Killua being a mischievous lil shit)


And that’s all I have for right now! If I think of any more, I’ll definitely add them on here! Thanks again~!

My Saviour - Six

A/N: I know I said I would be posting Thursday or Friday, but I’m not going to be able to do that, so I’m posting today instead. A huuuuge thank you to all that has commented, liked and reblogged this, it means so incredibly much to me. Special thanks to my beta @thorne93 and also a shout out to @torn-and-frayed for helping me figure some stuff out for this part. READ THE WARNINGS ALL!!!

Characters: Dean, Reader, Alex, Bobby, Dr. Crowley.

Warnings: Angst, Pregnancy, Physical abuse, A little fluff in the middle (if you squint).

Wordcount: 3606.

Catch up HERE

Dean was restless at work the next afternoon. Sleep hadn’t come easy the night before, and you were constantly on his mind as he was trying to think of how he could make things up to you.

He was barely two hours into his shift when his boss, Dr. Crowley, pulled him into an empty exam room.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked, confused by the sudden action.

“I’ve called in Dr. Matthews and she’s on her way in to cover your shift,” he explained, giving Dean a stern look.

Dr. Fergus Crowley was a man that just oozed respect. It was something about the way he carried himself, or maybe it was the British accent… whatever it was, people just instantly respected him. He was also a fair boss who treated all his employees with the same respect they gave him.

“What?” Dean stupidly questioned.

“I can tell you’re not on your A game today, Winchester, and I need my doctors to be on their A game,” he said. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I want you to take tonight off and then come back well rested for your morning shift tomorrow, can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” Dean said, still a little confused about what just happened.

As soon as the conversation ended, Dean made his way to the nurses station to give them some updates and some notes to pass on to the doctor who was coming to cover for him. The nurses were all gathered around the computer to look at picture of one of their grandkids when the phone rang. All of them looked up at Dean and he instantly reached for the phone and answered, introducing himself as he picked up.

“Hey, this is Bobby Singer calling, do you have a patient by the name of (YN) (YLN) there?”

Dean recognized the man as your boss, and as soon as he heard your name chills went down his spine as dread filled his entire body. “No, she’s not here. What’s going on? I’m a friend of hers.”

The line went quiet for a bit before Bobby spoke again. “How good of a friend are you?”

“Good enough that I know what’s going on at home,” Dean answered boldly.   

“Okay,” Bobby dragged. “She didn’t come into work today, which never happens, she always let’s me know, and I can’t reach her on her phone.” He sounded worried.

“Have you called her house?”

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Unfaithful (Part III)

(Part I) (Part II)

Hello my loves! Just thought I’d get this out to you before my short break from writing. I have a request that is done too, so once I reread it and fix whatever mistakes there are, I’ll have that posted too. Love always <3

Warnings: None really. Language of course, but we are dealing with the Blinders, am I right? That’s to be expected

The sun flooded through the windows of the room Polly let me stay in, waking me up from a less than ideal night of tossing and turning on the mattress.

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Jughead x Reader: Trouble in Paradise


Request:
Can you do an imagine were jughead says he doesn’t love the reader any more in a mean way and the reader attempts suicide and he goes to the hospital and realizes how much he loves her. If you’re ok with that👑👑👑


A/N: This prompt was hard to write because I have gone through anxiety and depression and have friends who go through these mental health issues as well. I know the character does not have these issues and just goes through an episode. I hope this doesn’t offend anyone, I am only writing about this because it was a request and sadly these scenarios actually happen in real life. I hope I did justice to the requestor’s vision. I know the request asked for Jughead to break up with them in a mean way, but I couldn’t vision that so I just like let it happen. I hope if you’re a reader and has these mental health issues you seek treatment and know that every day is a new chapter and there will always be a light in all that darkness if you search for it and I’m here for you and you are loved.
P.S: According to Cody you lose a women when you forget to cherish her (okay bye, hopefully you understand that and smile).  I added a list of songs there, that helped inspire this imagine. Also this one is quite long, but I hope you all love it!

Words: 2993

Summary: Reader parents are so complicated. Jughead and the reader are going through a rough patch in their relationship.

Spoilers: Somethings just deserve happy endings. :)

† WARNINGS! Depressing thoughts, signs of self-harm and drug abuse.   Please do not try these at home, if you ever need someone to talk to my inbox is open I love you and be careful.
Playlist:

Broken Home- 5 Seconds of Summer
Better off dead – Sleeping with Sirens
 Broken Ones- Jacquie Lee
 Is anybody out there- K’NAAN
 Broken over you- Grace Mitchell
 Dreaming with a broken heart – John Mayer
 Everybody Hurts- R.E.M
 Breathe Me- Sia
 Blackbird- India Jean-Jacques
 Between the Bars- Elliot Smith
 Drift- Emily Osment
 Invisible – 5 Seconds of Summer
 Get it Right- Glee
 Welcome to my life- Simple Plan
 Build You Up- Kim Taylor


Riverdale the town that was once your safe haven, the sign of hope and a new life. That was history. You arrived to the infamous ‘Town with Pep’ the year when you were about to enter fifth grade. At first you were mad at your parents for moving you away from your friends. You were a shy person, so the friends you had you were proud of making them. You knew the only reason you were moving was for your parents to get a fresh start. There had been problems with your parents’ marriage, and they decided to “fix” it by moving away from all the problems they said. 

You stayed in Riverdale ever since, you made friends with Archie, Betty, Kevin, Jughead and now Veronica. Though when you got there you were pretty lonely it was Jughead who invited you to play with them in the park. You lived right next to Jughead, so you became closer to him and he in return shared his friends with you. You were smitten with the brooding, mysterious writer. It wasn’t till the summer before your sophomore year where Jughead asked you to be his girlfriend. You accepted since you were madly in love with the guy and were surprised he actually returned the feelings you had for him.

Though sometimes life gets too good, you start wondering when it will come crashing down. You spoke too soon, it all came crashing down every second your parents never fixed anything between them. They suppressed everything and exploded, every night got worse and worse. Your parents started screaming,  and fighting again. They decided they were no longer in love.

How do you no longer love someone? You thought. Where does that feeling go? Will that ever happen to you and Jughead?

“(Y/N)? Hello?” your mother spoke across the table.

“Um, uh, yeah, what?” you spoke up as she distracted you from your thoughts.

“What your mother and I are saying” your father continued “Is that, we know this separation may not be easy for you, but it’s for the best” your father declared at the breakfast table while gently grabbing your hand.


“We tried to make it work, but once love is no longer there, you only do so much to try and repair a broken relationship” your mother confirmed.

“Okay, just if you guys keep fighting though, don’t include me, I want nothing to do with this and I am not leaving Riverdale or my friends and especially not Jug; I will not be your play toy when you end up fighting about who gets custody over me” you stated coldly standing up from your chair taking a toasted bread and an apple and left your home to get to school so you wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore.

“Hey Babe” Jughead commented as you climbed down the steps of your front porch.

“Hey Juggie” you cheered as you handed him the toast and he grabbed you by the hand.

“So what’s the verdict this time?” Jughead challenged since he saw your tired expression that didn’t budge from your face.

“They finally decided to get a divorce” you croaked with a single tear escaping your eye.

“I mean it’s for the best, I am just so tired of the cheating and the screaming” you stated boldly trying to hide the fact that it was breaking you apart.

How could they even stay together this long if they didn’t love other? What was going to happen to you? You weren’t ready to waking up to a more broken home? There was going to be only one parent you woke up to? No more screaming, No more fighting, No more love. If love runs out, when will your parents stop loving you, is Jughead’s love also going to run out?


“Hey sleepyhead” Betty chimed in at the sidewalk, you didn’t notice her ever joining you and Jughead “Rough night?” she questioned.

Rough Life you thought to yourself, but what came out of your lips was “Yeah, you know the usual” and Betty pulled you in for a small hug as you entered Riverdale High.

Every single one of your friends knew about your parent troubles and you didn’t know how you felt about that other than embarrassed. Though they were very comforting since dysfunctional families were a norm here at Riverdale.

Days passed and your parents finally made their divorce official and your father decided to stay at Riverdale, so he wouldn’t make things hard on you with the whole shared custody your parents agreed to. That day all your friends had a get-together at Veronica’s because they knew how hard it was for you that your parents were finally separating.

You all sat around the living room talking, laughing, eating junk food and watching movies. They were the best distraction you could ever ask for.
The day was done, and you had to face reality as Jughead and you walked back home together.

“So, are you going to be okay?” Jughead broke the silence.

“This night is so poetic” you stated ignoring Jughead’s comment “The gloomy sky, is crying, a symbol of a new beginning, no more faking happy family; now they’re finally done with each other and the only thing keeping them linked is me sadly” you continued because all that was running over your mind was his question.

Are you going to be okay? Should you tell Jughead that before they officially separated you were diagnosed with depression and were on medicine? You couldn’t blame your parents for not loving each other like they should’ve. But you blamed them for the screaming, fighting and sleepless nights they caused you. They were so into their fighting they never asked how you were. They never knew that your smile hid so much anger and brokenness. They made you into this ball of sorrow and you felt your light diming every time you tasted those pills, every time they made you hold in every word because you didn’t want to start another fight.

“I guess I am rubbing off on you” Jughead claimed with a chuckle and you smiled at him.

He had been your rock through all of this mayhem, and there was not enough words in the universe to thank him for being there for you.


“Thank you so much Jug, for being here, for putting up with all the stupid ranting, for-“ you were stopped as he grabbed you by the face and planted a kiss on lips, you were about to drop the umbrella as he let go.

“I will always be here” he promised.

Your father found another woman and your mother started dating. They moved on so easily you couldn’t believe your eyes. You’d go to Jughead and complain about everything they were doing to you. All the dinners they made you attend. All of a sudden you became a prize to be won.

The game of Who gets more time with our daughter started and you were the only one losing.

Things got soo bad you started self-harming with a razor you broke apart one night at 3am when you could hear your mom in her room with her new conquest.

You would wear long sleeves to cover your scars. No one knew, not even Jughead. Betty noticed a difference in you, but you lied.

You felt terrible for lying to her since she was your first go to when Jughead was too busy with his novel. Jason Blossom was murdered by Sweetwater River on, so your problems didn’t feel so big.

Jughead started investing more of his time in his novel, and since Jason was with Polly him and Betty would go sleuthing trying to find clues because we all lost trust in the grown-ups.

They offered you to come, but you didn’t feel like adding another problem to your life. You and Jughead became more distant. When you did spend time he was on his laptop typing away and you just sat there with him, drawing, and reading anything just wanting to be near him.

Since Betty would investigate with Jug, you had no else to be with. Archie was invested in music, Kevin would be disappearing to Southside claiming he was investigating things with his dad. Veronica became close to Cheryl and she just wasn’t your cup of tea.

Your parents stopped caring about you and spending more time their significant others.

You would argue with Jughead to make time for you not caring how needy you sounded and he finally broke. He couldn’t take your arguing and neediness he finally broke up with you. You couldn’t blame him.

Everyone you loved was leaving you.


It had been almost a week since he broke it off. Your mother left on a trip with a guy younger than her. You skipped school since you couldn’t bear to see his face. Your cutting covered both or your arms.

You wouldn’t have taken it farther if it wasn’t for a voicemail left on your phone.

“Hey baby girl, I’m probably going to be longer with Josh, also I don’t know if you got dad’s text, he got stuck in a business trip and won’t be able to take you out for your birthday, also I’m so sorry I won’t be there either, I really hope you can understand well you are 16 throw a party for yourself”

You broke down, you couldn’t take it. Everyone was gone. Your parents, Jughead, and none of your friends bothered to text you to see if you were okay.
You went to your bedroom opened your mirror and grabbed your anti-depressants and a bunch of pills and started one by one while chugging water, and grabbed a knife from the kitchen and slit your arms and as you fell to the ground as from everything you did to yourself your head hit hard against the tile you heard your door open. As you lost consciousness you couldn’t be sadder it was Betty that found you and angry it wasn’t your mother.

“(Y/N), I am sorry I haven’t been able to talk to you, Jug just told me you guys broke-” she discovered your body knocked out cold on the floor. She was shocked and sobbing as she called the hospital to come pick you up.

She was surprised over the empty pill container of anti-depressants and started sobbing more not knowing you were even on them, and shocked over all the slits on your arms even more tears flooded her face because she didn’t know how bad things had gotten for you.

The ambulance arrived and they took you and Betty to the hospital.

They contacted your parents and Betty called your friends.

“What Happened?!” Jughead croaked at Betty, his eyes puffy from the crying that happened when Betty told them to rush to the hospital.


Betty told them about how she found you, about the anti-depressants and the cuts that took place on your arms.

They all looked at her confused  and sad, and Jughead freaked out he started crying, he punched a hole in the wall and he was about to be escorted out of the hospital, but your father arrived and stopped them because he knew how much he meant for you, and he convinced them he would pay for the damages.


The doctor came to the living room and told him everything Betty had told him and how they were planning on fixing you.

“Mr. (Y/L/N) how long was (Y/N) on anti-depressants?” The doctor questioned your father.

“Since before we got a divorce, and she refused those group things because she said she already had her friends” He said softly trying to contain the tears, as your friends sobbed softly.

“Did you know she was cutting?” The doctor asked another question.

“No, she doesn’t live me, she lives with her mom” Your father stated as a tear escaped his right eye and your mother finally arrived.

“Oh my god, doctor what happened to (Y/N)?” you mom pleaded.

So they told your mom how they found you and she broke down not knowing you were self-harming.

“She started wearing long sleeve shirts for about a month, so I’m guessing that when it may have started” Jughead announced to the doctor and your mother continued sobbing on your fathers chest “I can’t believe I didn’t notice” Jughead mumbled under his breath.

“Thank you” the doctor claimed as he walked away.

Your father tried to calm your mom down and Betty and the gang sat down holding hands hoping they could fix you.

“If I would’ve known, if I was here and not with that guy” you mom sobbed.

“This is both of our faults (Y/M/N)” your father took responsibility “She was depressed, and we didn’t pay attention to her as she was screaming out for us to just be her parents” he continued.

Jughead walked to the hallway, and Betty followed him.

“Jug where are you going?” Betty addressed.

“Bets, this is all my fault, if I knew, if I would have listened to her and not be soo invested in this stupid murder, this- I- I love her Betty, I can’t lose her” Jughead bawled.

“Jug, this is not your fault, (Y/N) wasn’t well and we didn’t know, we should’ve noticed as her friends; but she hid that brokenness so well, you won’t lose her none of us will” Betty cried while pulling Jughead in a hug until the doctor came out again.

“Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N), (Y/N) is going to be fine, we have bandaged the arms and stopped the bleeding, the fall was just a small concussion and the drugs have been drained from her system, only the parents can go in right now” The doctor concluded as your parents made their way to see you.

“(Y/N), it us” you heard your mothers voice as you opened your eyes.

“Sweetheart, you had us so worried” You father added.

“I guess it’s true, people only care, when you’re dead or are dying” You huffed.

“All your friends are out there and Jughead” you’re mother implied ignoring your comment as your father grabbed a chair and sat next to you and grabbed your hand only to reveal you bandaged arms.

“Honey, I am so sorry for anything we have done for making you feel worthless, we were distracted fighting like cats and dogs and we didn’t see you screaming out for our love” you father sobbed.

“Love runs out, isn’t that right mom?” you stated coldly as a tears started escaping your eyes.

“Baby, you are so wonderful, we are so sorry for anything we have done to make you think you weren’t worth anything, we are so sorry for everything we made you go through” Your mother lamented as she reached for your other hand.

“Our love for you doesn’t have a limit, we will love you unconditionally and I’m sorry that got too distracted and left you alone” your father went on.

You and your parents talked about everything, you agreed for treatment and a therapist for as long as you needed it and they went to call your friends.

You were so happy your parents actually cared and loved you unconditionally. As your parents were talking to your friends Jughead interjected.

“Can I see her alone first” and your friends nodded as he walked over your room with your favorite flowers and a teddy bear he had put his beanie on it.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry for not being there for you? For not making time for you, I love you, I do, I love you so much, these days we broke up I felt like shit that the only light in my life was gone” Jughead spoke and tears started streaming off your face.

“Juggie, I love you too, and I am soo sorry I never told you about all my problems” you spoke as he came near you to put his gifts on the table near you as he sat down next to you and grabbed your hand.

“I am so sorry for not hearing you out, for being too invested in my novel” He sighed.

“No Jug, I was the one who chose not to tell you or anyone else, I felt like I couldn’t burden you all with my problems, and I know that when that novel come out, it’s going to be huge” you reassured as Jughead planted a kiss on your lips and you kissed back missing his lips your mouths moved in sync.

“You could never be a burden (Y/N). Please be my girlfriend again (Y/N), we will work things out together, you were always there for my family problems, I promise I will be there for yours as well; please be mine again, unlike your parents I still love you, (Y/N) love doesn’t run out people just get bored and stop working on it. I will never not work on our love” Jughead pleaded and you accepted.

“Is that the infamous beanie on the teddy bear?” you asked Jughead as he grabbed the bear to give to you.

“Yeah” he smiled.

“Give it!” you cheered as you placed it on your head.

“Looks good on you babe” Jughead declared.

“Yeah, but I don’t do it justice like you” you smirked as you placed it on his luscious black hair and soon your friends came in and they all gave you hugs and you all hung out there until visiting hours were over and you were dismissed the next day.

Your parents overheard what Jughead told you and they realized they wanted to work harder on their relationship and soon became re-married and there was fighting because every good relationship faces problems, but this time they didn’t wait for it to explode and worked on them head on. You and Jughead were happily dating and all was right in Riverdale, they even caught Jason’s Killer. I guess there is such things as Happily Ever After’s.


Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz 

Uncle Tommy | Tom Holland x Reader

request: Aye if you’re looking for something to write about, a super cute imagine where tom and the reader go to visit the readers brother or sister whose just had a baby, and tom gets referred to as “uncle tommy” and it’s just super fluff

a/n + warnings: s u p e r  fluff

word count: 1118

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The car lurched forward as you smacked your boyfriend’s arm. “Thomas Stanley Holland! Pay attention to the road, the light turned green like 5 seconds ago!” Red blossomed on his full cheeks as they spread into a sheepish smile.

“Can’t blame me for getting distracted by your blinding beauty.” He puts heavy emphasis on the word ‘blinding’ and you huff at his sarcasm, but you knew that he wasn’t lying; he’d been staring at you. After 3 years Tom still looked at you the same way he did the very first day when Harrison forced him to talk to you in the pub.

“I’m so excited to see Jacob! Little baby Xavier is the cutest.” You were buzzing with excitement, you hadn’t seen your brother in 2 months (which was long for you) and his new baby was born yesterday. Plus, their 4 year old, Maya, was the sweetest little muffin on the planet.

“I know! I want to squeeze his little cheeks and bite him.” Tom laughed while clacking his teeth together audibly. His fondness of children made your heart surge with warmth. Of course this brought you to the thought of him with your future children, his love and light and kindness would make him an incredible father… and husband.

“Ohhhh we’re here!” You squeaked, dismissing the hopes for the future, as the familiar cul-de-sac came into view. Tall Georgian Colonial homes towered around you, reminding you that your brother was a successful lawyer (he was a real adult, weird).

“Alright love, let’s go.” Tom puts the car in park in front of your brother’s brick and slightly ivy-covered home.

“Let’s go indeed.” You beamed at him and waited as he hopped out and looped around the car to open your door for you. You had learned that Tom would insist upon doing that every time and it was easier to let him than deal with the pout he’d have if you didn’t.

“Thank you, kind sir.” You curtsied and batted your eyelashes at him, to which he chuckled and threw an arm around your waist and swept you into a leaning kiss. With his silken lips pressed lightly against yours, you nearly forgot that your plans for the day.

When he pulled away you were thrust out of your reverie, “Let’s go see Jacob!” You gripped his hand and hauled him towards the door.

When you made it, you knocked incessantly until the door swung open and your brother’s strong arms squeezed you tightly, ending the reunion hug with a noogie. “We are not 11 anymore, you can’t noogie me!” You brother smirked and messed up your hair again.

“I can noogie you for as long as I want to, I’m the older brother remember?” You  give him an eye roll of epic proportions as he turns to your male counterpart, “Hey Tommy-boy, it’s good to see you again bro.” They bro-hug, cueing another eye roll.

“AUNTIE Y/N” You hear your niece coming around the corner and then feel her slam into your knees, causing you to rock a little bit. After squeezing your legs to the point of blood loss she turns to Tom and squeals again, “UNCLE TOMMY” But when she runs to him he lifts her into the air and spins her around while she shrieks in happiness.

You could only marvel at Tom as you watched the twinkle in his eye as he talked to Maya in that way of his, like he was on her level, he was the only one who always knew what she was saying.

Tom lifted his head over her shoulder and gave you a gut-wrenching smile. One little curl fell over his golden eyes and he shook his head trying to dismiss it. It was one of those little moments that seem so insignificant but that you find yourself realizing you’re falling even deeper in love than ever before.


The day was awesome, your brother and his wife, Aliyah, were so sweet. Maya kept trying to convince Xavier to speak to her, she’d just seen the movie Baby Geniuses. And Tom encouraged the behavior by doing the same.

You sighed and leaned back into the plump couch cushions. “You okay darling?” Tom questioned, entering the room and gently sitting next to you and pulling you into his warm torso.

“Yes, just thinking.” You mused back to him, snuggling deeper into his chest and getting lost in his scent.

“Me too. Seeing the little ones makes me think of our kids.” Tom whispered in your hair, before placing a tender kiss on your temple. You smiled, happy, and then shot straight up, bumping heads, realizing what he’d said.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, rubbing your aching skull. “Did you just say “our kids”?” You looked at him expectantly and realized that your eyes were suddenly wet.

“Yes, um I’m sorry if that makes you upset. I just, we’ve been together three years and-” Tears were spilling over now and Tom looked both concerned and frightened that he’d done something wrong.

“Tom-” You choked on a sob, “I was thinking the same thing. And it sounds stupid but– I was afraid that- well- I don’t know, we aren’t ready for marriage yet and-”

Tom reached a hand to your cheek and swept it over your tears, then he took his thumb on your chin and lifted your face to his, only inches away. “I want a life with you, and you only, I love you more than anything Y/N. You see that right?” He was afraid too, afraid that you didn’t feel his love, that he wasn’t showing you enough.

“I do, Tom, I do. You are just so- unreal. I am surprised by your kindness and wonderfulness everyday.” You gingerly laid a hand on his chest.

“Don’t you get it? It’s you. It’s always been you. You are like no other and you surprise me everyday. I love you.” His eyes were staring intently into yours, like they had just realized something life-changing, earth-shattering. And as they passed sporadically between each of your eyes it was as though he was trying to make you feel what he meant, and you did.

Nodding wordlessly, you leaned into his lips. You moved together and he pulled you close to him, one hand on your lower back pressing you against him, and the other at the nape of your neck.

You had never kissed like this, it wasn’t hungry, it wasn’t needy. It was steady and infinite, an epiphany.

You felt so safe and at home, and at some point you just drifted into sleep. You had dreams of chatty curly-haired cherubs laughing and playing with you and Tom.


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Mute Part 12

Part 11

Genre: Mostly fluff
Words: 2,722
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Rape mentions (pls don’t read if this will trigger anything & also i’m here to listen if anyone needs to talk)
Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to do when traumatizing events result in your witty remarks dying down to nothing.


“(Y/N), how have you been feeling lately?”

You took a deep breath, letting your body relax in the seat facing your therapist. You had been seeing her for about four months now, starting a couple of days after you put a pause on things with Bucky. Tony had set the meetings up for you, and he had said that this woman was the person he went to when he went off the rail from his own problems not too long ago. She was amazing at her job, he had said. And you couldn’t disagree.

You felt a genuine smile spread across your face as you nodded your head slightly in glee. “I feel great.” You informed her of how your nightmares that had occurred a couple of times per week now only invaded your sleep maybe every other week if you were stressed. You told her about how you were learning to lower your walls around people and about how you no longer needed to establish boundaries with your teammates. You told her about how you had been happier lately, learning to enjoy the little things in life that you had let go of before. You now felt excited when you smelt a surprise breakfast of pancakes being cooked while making your way to the kitchen in the morning. You laughed with your teammates at corny jokes and comedic movies. You participated in game nights and had fun while doing so. You started smiling, once again. And you weren’t the only one.

Bucky had watched you from a distance with loving eyes. In the beginning of your break, he had been miserable, and you could tell. You both were. But it had paid off. There were sleepless nights when you could barely breathe over your sobs and Bucky could barely think over the sounds you were making. There were times when you wanted to say fuck it and crawl into his waiting arms. But the two of you endured.

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ReBBy Boy

Originally posted by uhitsoli

“Everyone is always making fun of me because of how I look, how fucking weak I am and shit, well I will get you all back: Ultimate fucking revenge here. You people could have shown more respect, treated me better, asked for knowledge or guidance more, treated me more like a senior and maybe I wouldn’t have been as ready to tear your fucking heads off. Then again, I have always hated how I looked, I make fun of people who look like me, Sometimes without even thinking. Sometimes just because I want to rip on myself. That’s where a lot of my hate grows from.”

-Eric Harris

Balthazar Prompt Request

This as requested by @mycuddlycorner: 101: “I did it…” with Balthazar, please? I hope you all enjoy! <3

Word Count: 249

Warnings: fluff

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Balthazar stormed into the library where Sam and Dean were researching.  It was weird to see the angel without his blazer.  That’s what caught their attention in the first place.  Balthazar quickly became irritated by their stifled laughter.

“Enough giggling,” Balthazar scolded, folding his arms over his chest.  “Which one of you bastards stole my blazer?  Do you think this is funny?”

“We didn’t-.”  Sam tried to speak, but the angel wasn’t having any of it.

“Then who did,” Balthazar asked, raising his voice.  “The bloody tooth fairy didn’t take it.  It wasn’t Santa Claus.”

“I did it…”  Your voice was fragile and came from behind the angel.  Balthazar spun around to face you.  His expression was not one of fury, but one of curiosity.  “I got cold and my sweaters are in the wash.  I was hoping you wouldn’t mind.  I know I should have asked first.  I’m sorry.”

“Next time just tell me okay [Y/N]?”  Balthazar cupped your face in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.  “I should have you wear my clothes more often.”  The smirk on his lips told you that he had forgiven you in an instant.

“One, gross,” Dean muttered distastefully.  “Two, what the hell?  You came in here ready to tear our heads off.  Then when it turns out to be [Y/N] who took your jacket, you’re all lovey dovey.”

“Oh I’m sorry,” Balthazar remarked sarcastically.  “Am I dating you?  No?  Then you don’t get special treatment.”


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Fall Out Boy sentence meme

Save Rock and Roll ft American Beauty/American Psycho, Centuries, Kids Aren’t Alright and Immortals edition

  • “Put on your war paint”
  • “You are a brick tied to me that’s dragging me down”
  • “I’ll burn you to the ground”
  • “We can take the world back”
  • “Doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?”
  • “No, I think it looked a little better on me”
  • “You broke our spirit”
  • “The war is won”
  • “Can’t be sure when they’ve hit their mark”
  • “I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart”
  • “I’m in the details with the devil”
  • “The world can never get me on my level”
  • “I’m a young lover’s rage”
  • “I’ve got the scars from tomorrow”
  • “You’re the antidote to everything except for me”
  • “My childhood spat back out the monster that you see”
  • “I don’t know where you’re going but do you got room for one more troubled soul?”
  • “I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think I’m coming home”
  • “I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead”
  • “Let’s be alone together”
  • “We could stay young forever”
  • “You cut me off”
  • “It’s not my fault, I’m a maniac”
  • “Do you wanna feel beautiful?”
  • “My heart is like a stallion”
  • “This is the road to ruin”
  • “I’m here to collect your hearts”
  • “I don’t believe a word you say but I can’t stop listening”
  • “My old friends become exes again”
  • “Where did the party go?”
  • “I know I expect too much”
  • “You know I only wanted fun then you got me all fucked up on love”
  • “You and me are the difference between real love and the love on TV”
  • “My old aches become new again”
  • “So let’s fade away together one dream at a time”
  • “See how dirty I can get them”
  • “Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name”
  • “It will be held against you”
  • “I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday”
  • “I know I’m bad news”
  • “I saved it all for you”
  • “I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way”
  • “Letting people down is my thing”
  • “This town ain’t big enough for two of us”
  • “I don’t have the right name”
  • “I have twice the heart”
  • “I’m here to give you all my love”
  • “Did you get dressed up?”
  • “I can’t stop it when there’s chemicals keeping us together”
  • “How the mighty fall”
  • “How the mighty fall in love”
  • “Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme”
  • “I’m dizzy on dreams”
  • “If you ask me two’s a whole lot lonelier than one”
  • “We should have left our love in the gutter where we found it”
  • “You think your only crime is that you got caught”
  • “It’s getting clear”
  • “You’re never coming clean”
  • “I’ll lock you up inside and swallow the key”
  • “I know you said not to call unless I’m dying”
  • “I just hope that when you see me I’m not see-through”
  • “I’m either fuckin’ or workin”
  • “I’m a dick, girl/boy/baby, addicted to you”
  • “I know I’m the one you want to forget”
  • “Cue all the love to leave my heart”
  • “It’s time for me to fall apart”
  • “Now you’re gone but I’ll be okay”
  • “Maybe I’ll burn a little brighter tonight”
  • “I miss missing you now and then”
  • “Sometimes before it gets better the darkness gets bigger”
  • “The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger”
  • “We’re fading fast”
  • “Give me your filth”
  • “Make it rough”
  • “Let me let me trash your love”
  • “I am the best you’ll never have”
  • “I wanna see your animal side”
  • “I need your broken promises”
  • “I want the guts and glory”
  • “Don’t take love off the table yet”
  • “We are alive”
  • “Oh there you go; undress to impress”
  • “You can wear the crown but you’re no princess”
  • “Let’s get you wasted and alone”
  • “We’re gonna die”
  • “It’s just a matter of time”
  • “I’m either gone in an instant or here ‘til the bitter end”
  • “What I’ve got will make you feel more alive”
  • “I’ll be your favorite drug”
  • “We’re the beginning of the end”
  • “It’s all over now before it has begun”
  • “We are wild”
  • “Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?”
  • “Come on make it easy, say I never mattered”
  • “Are you ready for another bad poem?”
  • “Remember me as I was not as I am”
  • “If my heart is a grenade”
  • “We’re all fighting growing old”
  • “You need to lower your standards”
  • “I’m the lonelier version of you”
  • “I just don’t know where it went wrong”
  • “She’s/he’s/they’re sick and she’s/he’s/they’re wrong”
  • “I’ve seen bigger”
  • “I’ve lived better”
  • “Run for your life”
  • “Until your breathing stops”
  • “I need more dreams”
  • “I cried tears you’ll never see”
  • “So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be”
  • “You are what you love, not who loves you”
  • “Wherever I go trouble seems to follow”
  • “Whoa, how’d it get to be only me?”
  • “Cause we don’t know when to quit”
  • “She’s/he’s/they’re an American beauty, I’m an American psycho”
  • “I think I fell in love again”
  • “Maybe I just took too much cough medicine”
  • “I’m the best worst thing that hasn’t happened to you yet”
  • “We’re the things that love destroys”
  • “You will remember me”
  • “Remember me for centuries”
  • “We’ll go down in history”
  • “No, it’s nothing wrong with me”
  • “The story’s all off”
  • “Come on and let me in”
  • “I never meant for you to fix yourself”
  • “I can’t stop ‘til the whole world knows my name”
  • “I am the opposite of amnesia”
  • “You look so pretty, but you’re gone so soon”
  • “We’ve been here forever”
  • “I could scream forever”
  • “We are the poisoned youth”
  • “Maybe I bit off more than I could chew”
  • “I’d do it all again”
  • “I think you’re my best friend”
  • “I’ll be yours”
  • “I’m not passive but aggressive”
  • “It’s not impressive
  • "I still feel that rush in my veins”
  • “They say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be”
  • “I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way”
  • “I try to picture me without you but I can’t”
  • “We could be immortals”
  • “I’m still comparing your past to my future”
  • “Live with me forever now”

anonymous asked:

I love this prompt challenge! Reading your stuff makes me so happy. If you're still accepting numbers, could you do 18 and/or 34 for Jason and an older batsis pleeeeease?

Thank you! Yes, as of now, I am still accepting the numbers’ prompt challenge and thank you for requesting! Hope this was okay enough for you? It’s too short for my liking though.


“Jason, how are you?” The moment you heard your brother was alive, you had stopped at nothing until you found out where he was currently living and without even waiting for Bruce or Dick, you had immediately tracked him down and thus, here you were.

Jason scoffed. “I am alive… I can tell because of the pain.” He grunted before stepping aside and finally letting you in to his apartment. He stared at you as you walked in, taking in the sight of his apartment and somehow Jason is kinda glad he had bothered to clean it this morning.

“Don’t get smart with me, Jay.” You told him before turning to look – really look – at him. Jason is taller than you remembered, a lot more handsome than you remembered as well. But you know deep down, very, very deep inside was still the little brother that grew up with you and looked up to you.

Jason closed the door and crossed his arms. “What do you want?”

You stared at him for the longest time, causing Jason to fidget and tense under your stare. “Just wanted to see how my little brother is doing.”

Jason rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms. “You saw me – I’m alive – so you can leave.” He turned back to open the door but stopped in his track when he registered the arms that is now wrapped around his body. “What the – “

“I missed you a lot, Jason and I never stopped thinking about you.” You finally cried in to his back. Those long months of mourning, hating the world, depression and even acceptance’s worth of tears poured out of you and you tightened the hold you had on Jason.

Jason could feel the back of his shirt getting damper and he swallowed the lump in his throat before turning around. Your arms are loosely around his waist now and Jason sighed before lifting up his hand to pat your head, tenderly albeit awkwardly.

You smiled through your tears. Your brother was never one to know how to express his feelings for you. So you pulled back and gave him a small smile. “I’m glad you are alive – I really am.” You told him as you wiped away your tears. You stepped back and took a deep breath before exhaling. “I just wanted to see you.”

Jason nodded his head before he opened the door. You take one more look at your brother before heading towards the door. Jason will talk to you whenever he is ready, you told yourself. You are not going to push him for answers right now.

But as soon as you stepped out of his apartment, you are drawn back in to a very quick embrace from Jason. You turned around to face him; Jason is not looking in your direction and instead, he is looking at something in the distance. “It’s not like I missed you too or anything.” He muttered but that was loud enough for you to hear and you knew right then that the two of you will be fine.

Foreign

Originally posted by j-miki

Title : Foreign

Pairing : Jinyoung x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Romance

Author : Myself

Summary : You’re supposed to meet your boyfriend’s parents, but you’re a foreigner and you start freaking out, so your boyfriend comforts you.

Red dress? Too fancy. Long skirt? Too Tacky. Jeans? Too casual.

You shook your hands in the air, throwing yet another piece of clothing and hating yourself for not being able to buy one single decent outfit for this important day. There was nothing worth being shown, and even less parade into in front of your boyfriend’s parents. You selected a pair of black pants and took a pale blue embroidered tunic, hoping it would have a girly effect on the people who were pictured as severe and merciless. You checked on your reflection in the mirror and sighed.

You looked like nothing they would love. Nothing at all.

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