i got so frustrated with this that i gave up

If I could be just a dad

“I am not just a mom,” Mary said, trying to hold back her frustration but she was failing, “And you are not a child.”

“I never was.” Dean quickly responded with sadness in his voice, “I gave up knowing my own daughter so that she could be a child. Do you know wha-what I’d do if I could be just a dad? To know my own kid? You have that chance and your-” Dean stopped himself before he got too worked up. “So between us and them-”

“It’s not like that.” Mary interrupted her oldest son.

“Yeah Mary, it is.” Dean cut in with a serious face which Mary returned, however it was easy to see that Dean’s words had hurt her. “And you made your choice. So there’s the door.” Dean finished, pointing up towards the door as his emotions nearly broke through. He walked away, unable to be in the same room as his mother anymore.

Sam moved out of his seat to follow Dean, however Mary called to him, “Sam-” She said.

Sam looked up at his mother with tears in his eyes, “You should go.” He told her. 

“Dean has a daughter?” She asked, drawing Sam’s attention back into the conversation.

Sam simply nodded his head, thinking of you caused more emotions to rise within him, bringing more tears to his eyes. “Yeah, Y/N, she-she’s five.” Sam replied thickly with emotion.

“And why doesn’t he see her?” Mary questioned.

Sam looked back at his mother with unbelieving eyes, “This life that we live, Dean wanted better for her; he wanted her to be a child. So we stay away.”
Mary slowly nodded her head as she took in her youngest child’s words, “You really should go.” Sam repeated himself,

“And never mention Y/N again.”

That Misleading Sex Scene (Sebastian Stan X Reader)

Title: That Misleading Sex Scene  [ REQUESTED by @melconnor2007 ]

Pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight angst 

MASTERLIST

Hey sweetie, here’s the completed request and I hope it is up to standard. I tweeked it slightly because I thought It’d be weird for reader not to know how filming works if they’ve been together for some time. Enjoy! 

Sebastian and (Y/N) met on a cold winter morning in the small cafe round the corner of his apartment.

(Y/N) was on her way to work that morning and was going to grab herself a cup of tea to start the day and Sebastian was back in New York after a long three months of filming away in Los Angles. He was on his way back home from his session at the gym when he stopped to get himself breakfast at the cafe.

The poor man forgot his wallet at the gym locker and was left stranded at the cafe, his bagel and cup of joe in hand, but no money what so ever to pay for them.

(Y/N) was behind him in line and noticed the worry lines forming on his forehead and the awkward smile the server had on her face. She realized the man in front of her seemed to have forgotten his wallet and just as he was about to call someone to come help him pay when she stepped forward and placed a couple of bills on the counter and ordered her tea with a smile.

“I’ll take an English Breakfast and please put his order on my tab.” (Y/N) offered, giving Sebastian a nod and a smile.

His face immediately loosened up and a relieved smile hung on his lips.

“Thank you so much. I forgot my wallet back in the gym and I was just about to get someone to help me bring it over.” Sebastian said, his smile still not fading as he took in (Y/N) dressed in a simple white dress shirt, tucked into a mid-length pencil skirt, a pair of deep burgundy heels on her feet, her hands filled with documents.

Sebastian didn’t get to pay (Y/N) back for his breakfast that day. She brushed him off when he offered to leave her his number, much to his amusement. But that didn’t stop the actor from sitting at the table right by the cafe’s door every morning from that day on.


(Y/N) was having a lazy Sunday lounging in her apartment. She and Sebastian’s relationship has been going strong for six months and the actor was away on a movie filming schedule out of town. It was the first time Sebastian was to be away for more than a week for filming since they got together.

The couple made it a point to stay in contact via FaceTime and texts whenever their busy schedules allowed.

Sebastian was (Y/N)’s second boyfriend since her first back in college and she was overwhelmed by everything and even more so considering Sebastian’s job as an actor.

She didn’t know much about the film industry, having no friends or acquaintance working in Film other than Sebastian. She did know, however, that Sebastian was filming in a movie where he plays a gymnast.

Grabbing the iPad off the coffee table, she clicked on the app for news and habitually go to the entertainment segment, a habit she acquired once she started dating an actor.

She let the page load and shuffled to the cookie jar only to be disappointed by the lack of sweet treats, knowing that Sebastian probably snuck a few during his cheat day.

Her focus was pulled away by the iPad as she saw her boyfriend in one of the banners on screen. Her boyfriend, Sebastian Stan, was buck naked behind an equally naked blonde female, in an extremely compromising position.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, hands reaching for the device. Clicking on the article, (Y/N) desperately attempted to keep her tears at bay and read through.

Sebastian was apparently filming a sex scene with his female co-star for his next movie, The Bronze. Her boyfriend, Sebastian Stan, was filming a sex scene in LA, and (Y/N) had no idea it was happening.

Her hand loosened its grasp on the tablet and it slipped through, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Just then, the familiar alert tone on FaceTime rang through her now silent apartment.

(Y/N) took one look at the caller and switched the device off and trudged back into her bedroom, wanting some time alone to clear her thoughts.

Why would Sebastian film a sex scene?

He’s an actor, but a sex scene?

Couldn’t they have gotten someone else that looked like him from the back to do it?

Why would he have sex with someone and not think to tell her?

Was it because they hadn’t taken that step in the relationship?

Was it her fault?

Thoughts flew past her mind, the worst it got as time passed. She couldn’t fathom the reason her loving boyfriend would go off and have sex with someone for a film and not think to ask if (Y/N) was comfortable with it.


Sebastian was well into the 50th call and 70th text message and all platforms (Y/N) was contactable on. If he was worried when the first call when to voicemail after a few rings, he was downright out of his mind as he hung up the 51st call that sent him straight to the machine.

He was pacing around set, hands clutching onto his phone, the worried frown on his face evident to the crew members.

“Hey, I really got to go home. Right now. I’ll make sure to be back by the time my next scene starts filming tomorrow at dawn. I promise. I just really need to go back now.” Sebastian said, his words coming out hasty, face etched with worry.

Seeing him so explicitly worried, her co-star and director, Melissa, gave him the go-ahead to head back home even offering to book him his ticket.


It was a grueling 5 and a half hour flight, and Sebastian slept not a wink. Once he got off the plane, he was back on his mission to call you.

As the call went to voicemail once again, he let out a frustrated growl, swiftly making his way to hail a cab to your apartment.

You were curled up in the think blanket that still vaguely smelled like your boyfriend. Your eyes swollen, nosed red and stuffed up from the hours of crying and self-doubt.

The harsh opening of your room’s door shocked you as you turn to look at the intruder.

Your puffy eyes met with Sebastian gray ones, his eyes swimming with worry. He took only two quick steps and reached you. He gathered you close towards his broad chest, your form still wrapped in the thick duvet.

“I was so worried (Y/N). You scared me half to death,” he whispered into your neck, face buried in the comfort of your scent.

You pulled yourself from him lightly and looked down on your lap as you wrung the end of your sweater.

“Why are you back Seb? You should still be… be filming.” you replied, sounding resigned and tired.

Sebastian took one look at you and registered something was more than amiss. He placed his warm hands on your cheeks and kneeled by the bed, pulling your face towards him own, your foreheads touching.

“Whats wrong baby? You gotta talk to me,” he asked with a soft voice, eyes desperate for some sort of answer.

“I… just… am I enough for you?” (Y/N) questioned back, voice not louder than a whisper.

The question caught the man off guard, his eyebrows shot up, frown lines evident.

“Of course you’re enough. You’re more than enough!” came his reply, his thumbs rubbing her now wet cheeks.

Her sobbing broke his heart and he was desperate to find out what made his sweet girlfriend so distraught.

“I… Then why… why would you… why would you have… have sex with… with someone else?” (Y/N)’s reply came out choppy between sobs.

Sebastian had an array of emotions passing through his face, from worry to confusion and finally to realization.

“Oh sweetheart, it was just a scene, my love. We didn’t do anything, God forbid!” Sebastian explained, gathering the weeping girl into his arms as he positioned himself on the bed, his back resting on the headboard, his girlfriend completely snuggled in his warmth.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mention it before. It has been years since I last dated someone and my girlfriends before were all in the industry and it just completely slipped my mind that you may not understand how this works. Oh, baby, I am so sorry.” Sebastian tried to explain to (Y/N), pulling the girl closer to him,

“Everything was acting, we didn’t do anything that we shouldn’t have, I promise. I could even get you the uncut tape so you could check for yourself! Please don’t cry anymore.” he pleaded.

Hearing his explanation, you burst into even louder sobs. The guilt you felt was extreme. You couldn’t believe that you thought so lightly of your boyfriend and that you caused him so much worry he left filming just to come back to pacify you.

Your apologies came out choppy and sob-filled and you heaved out your sorry’s to Sebastian.

The man effortlessly lifted you off him and settled you next to him, still close.

“I’m sorry too, baby. I’m still new to our dating thing. And I may forget to tell you some things, I may even say the wrong things and make you upset. But please remember, I will always love you, no matter what you may think. Let’s work on this together alright?” Sebastian murmured, as he rested his forehead on hers.

(Y/N) gave him a nod of acknowledgment, teary eyes full of apologies.

“And you will be coming back with me to LA for filming alright, sweetheart? I’ll show you everything about my job! It’ll be fun I promise.” Sebastian offered as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

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Urgent Care

A/N: Okay, so I wrote this loosely based on this post that @imagine-assembling-the-avengers​ reblogged a little over a month ago because I couldn’t help myself. I think it may have gotten a little out of hand, but I’m p happy with the way it’s turned out! I just hope you guys feel the same way lmao

Pairing: AvengersxReader

Word Count: 5185

Warnings: Slight angst?


“Margaret Carter?”

“Yes?” The woman lying on the hospital bed manages to rasp out. Her breathing is labored and she’s fighting to keep her eyes open. “Who…” She trails off, trying to catch her breath. “Who are you?”

“You don’t know me, but I know how to help you.”

She lets out a hoarse laugh. “How could you help me? I’m dying, dear. There’s nothing to be done.”

“There’s always something to be done.” I shake my head and step towards her. “I have… well, I have powers. I can restore you to the way you were in the forties; young, spry and healthy.”

“How is it that you have these powers?” She asks, wary of the newly presented information.

“I’m an Inhuman, Ms. Carter. When Terrigen mists were released in my city, I was lucky enough to have the necessary alien genes to form a chrysalis and develop powers. Now,” I place my hands on my hips. “Do you want my help or not?”

“Why do you want to help me?”

“Because your idiot godson and too-pretty-for-his-own-good ex are about to do something so stupid that it’ll destroy the balance between supers and civilians as we know it.”

Her eyes widen. “And how do you happen to know this?”

“Not illegally, I can promise you that. I just happen to have Inhuman informants on the inside.”

“Alright… but how do you expect to explain my sudden, miraculous transformation to the hospital staff?”

“Oh, the hospital won’t know. They’ll think you’ve died.”

“And how do you expect to pull that off?”

“Tetrodotoxin B, Ms. Carter. It slows the heart rate to one beat per minute. Dr. Banner is quite brilliant, regardless of whether or not his inventions work the way he intended them.”

“So, I’ll be dead, will I?”

“Legally, yes.”

“And when I wake, I’ll be young again. Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

She’s silent for a moment, staring at something directly in front of her. She purses her lips and turns back to me “Do it.”

“Cool,” I smirk and produce a syringe of the tetrodotoxin b and take a step closer to the woman on the bed. “I suggest you get comfortable. You’re gonna be out for a while.”

“Ms. Carter,” I snap my fingers in front of her face in an attempt to rouse her. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

Her eyelids flutter momentarily before her eyes snap open and she sits bolt upright, eyes wide. She looks at me in confusion then down at her hands and, if it’s even possible, her eyes widen further. “This isn’t a dream, is it?”

“Thought you might ask that,” I hand her a mirror and grab my coffee from the table next to her bed. “So I brought backup.”

“How can you do this?” She asks, tearing her eyes away from her reflection. “I realize you have powers, but how can you use them without draining yourself?”

I shrug. “I just have to make sure I take in enough calories before I do anything. Either that, or I drain something or someone else”

“Someone?” She asks, lifting one perfectly shaped eyebrow. She’s trying her hardest to keep her cool, but the mask is slipping.

I shrug again. “If I have to, yes.” I finish with my coffee and crush the slightly soggy paper cup in my hand. “It’s not ideal but, y'know, desperate times and all.”

She nods her understanding and casts her eyes around the room. “Where are we?”

“Motel about half an hour’s drive from the Avengers facility in upstate New York. We have to get to there before dark.”

“You told me Steve and Tony were about to do something only I could stop. What exactly am I stopping?”

“Tony and a number of the other Avengers are about to sign the Sokovia accords. The accords were drawn up in order to move the power over those with powers to the government. Anyone with powers who doesn’t sign, meaning mutants, Inhumans and any other sort of enhanced person, will immediately be marked a criminal and they will be pursued and captured. If they are coerced to sign, they’ll be assigned to a team and all will be fine and dandy.”

“And if they refuse?”

“They’ll be put in prison. Specifically the kind that’s submerged in the middle of the ocean somewhere. They call them rafts. I like to call them hell.”

“Tony wouldn’t dare. “

“I think you’ll find that he would.” I snort. “He’s done a lot of things that he’s not proud of and he’s made some things that he lost control of. He thinks that if there’s someone to keep them in control, then he can prevent any potential future disasters.”

“And Steve…?”

“Steve disagrees, obviously.”

She smiles, likes she’s remembering something. “He never really did like having someone tell him what to do.”

“It’s more than that though. The accords affect everyone. Any powered person who doesn’t sign is a criminal. If someone’s in hiding and has to expose themselves to help an innocent in the street, no matter how pure their intentions, will be put away if they don’t sign.”

“How am I supposed to straighten them out? I’m not an unstoppable force.”

“You’re the only thing left they don’t want to lose. Steve’s probably already gotten an alert letting him know you’ve passed. We have to get to the compound before something drastic happens.”

“Alright then,” She swings her legs over the side of the bed and pushes herself up. “What are we waiting for?”

“For you to change out of your grandma gown.” I rise from my seat and grab the clothing I bought for her and throw the wadded up items at her. “You look ridiculous.”

She readily catches the clothing and looks down at the nightgown she’s currently wearing before laughing. “I suppose the nightgown does age me. Where is the restroom?”

“Just down the hall there,” I point in the general direction. “I’ll pack up and start the car.”

She nods and walks off to the bathroom to change. I shove all of the clothing that’s laying around into the duffel that I brought, leaving a pair of shoes and socks out for Peggy to put on when she returns from the bathroom. Other than the possessions that I brought with, I grab the notepad and ballpoint pen from the table closest to the door and scribble down the phone number of my informant and a message that I’ll have Peggy send on either we’re on our way to the compound. After finishing with the message I take both the notepad and pen, but leave behind the key card on the table.

I fling the duffel in the back of the car and slam the door before dropping heavily into the driver’s seat and loudly closing the door.

It’s about ten minutes before Peggy slides into the passenger seat. I start the engine and, as soon I as she’s buckled her seatbelt, I tear out of the parking lot.

We ride in silence until Ms. Carter can’t stand it any longer. She shifts in her seat and angles her body towards mine. I feel her gaze weighing on me like a ton of bricks.

“Spit it out before I hit you.”

“What exactly is it that you can do?”

“In what context, Ms. Carter.”

“Your powers.” She says. “What are the extend of your powers?”

“Oh. Well, I manipulate stored energy. I can drain energy from people, plants, animals, you name it. I can also give that power back. If I have to, I can weaponize it, but I prefer to keep my talents in the infirmary.”

“Is that how you met your informant?”

“More or less yes. He and I worked at the Avengers facility together. He’s a weapons technician and I worked in the infirmary. More often than not, he would get injured trying to help Stark with his tech and I’d have to patch him up.” I concentrate on the road signs my eyebrows furrowing. “I got pretty well acquainted with most of the Avengers, if I’m being honest. After they found out about my powers they would occasionally come see me for a little energy boost before missions. Not all of them will be happy to see me, so please don’t be offended if I use you like a human shield.”

“Why wouldn’t they be happy to see you?” She asks, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Let’s just say I couldn’t be exactly what they wanted.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I sigh, my grip tightening around the steering wheel. “During the Ultron incident the team picked up a couple of kids. They went to Sokovia and only one of the kids came back alive. They wanted me to bring him back, but I couldn’t. His brain had been without oxygen for too long and I couldn’t do anything to help.” I wipe a frustrated tear away with my thumb. “No one was too happy to have me around at that point, so I left. I kept in touch with my informant and, from what he tells me, at least a few of them think I’m a deserter.”

“That hardly seems appropriate.” She turns her body back to the front of the car and focuses her eyes on the road.

“Yeah, well I left when things got hard. Their words hold some truth. Can’t really be upset when I’m the one who gave up and ran away.” I flip open the compartment between the two front seats and fish out the note I had written earlier and the cell phone and toss them into her lap. “The past doesn’t matter. The present does though, so text that message to the number on the paper.”

I stop the car in a secluded area a ways away from the facility. It looks almost exactly the way it did the day I left.

“So this is the Avengers facility?”

“Yup.”

“It’s not as large as I would have expected Tony to have built it.”

“There’s more to it than what you see right here.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and pull myself out of the car. Peggy follows and joins me on my side of the car. “There are a bunch of buildings that you can’t see from here and there’s a large portion of the facility that’s underground.” I point to a small building a few yards away. “That’s how we’re getting in. We just have to wait for my friend to open the door.”

“And when is that supposed to happen?”

“Just give the man a second. He does work in one of the most heavily fortified facilities in the world.”

“What is that building anyway? It’s so small, I can’t imagine it having much more use than a small shed.”

“It’s the underground entrance. Most people who live outside of the facility use it to come and go, especially those of us who work, or rather worked on the lower levels of the facility.”

“Huh,”

The doors slide open, revealing my friend who stands there staring in our general direction. I lock the car and gesture to Ms. Carter to follow me. She sticks close, understanding the risk of sneaking into the compound.

“It’s about damn time you got here.” He says as soon as we’re in earshot. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

I roll my eyes and sigh. “Shut up and give me a hug you asshole.” He laughs and pulls me into a brief but tight hug. “We works have been here sooner, but restoring her drained me more than I expected it to.”

He nods and looks over my shoulder to Ms. Carter. “It’s an honor to meet you ma’am. We’ve all heard great things.”

“It’s good to meet you too.” She nods respectfully. “I have no idea what your names are though.”

“You didn’t tell her our names?!”

“It never came up!”

“You’re hopeless.” He sighs in resignation. “I’m Jared and they’re (Y/N).”

“Alright,” Peggy nods once again.

“Okay, we should head inside before we get caught out here. I’d rather go to them than have them come to us.” I suggest stepping aside to allow Peggy to go through the door before me. Jared nods and we follow him down three flights of stairs and into his small office at the very end of the corridor.

As soon as the door is closed I open an application on my phone and activate it before nodding to Jared. He nods back and nod grabs a spare uniform that he managed to smuggle out of the laundry from behind his desk.

“How long do we have until they know something’s up?” He asks.

“Maybe fifteen minutes, twenty if we’re lucky.” I answer taking one of the uniforms from him and immediately beginning to change into it.  “Stark, we should start worrying around ten.”

“Alright then, here’s the plan; Stark and Rogers aren’t exactly talking to each other right now. Last I heard, Rogers was mourning the loss of Ms. Carter here. You walk past a few security cameras, freak out the security staff enough that they call Stark in to check, he alerts the rest of the team and you wait for them to come to you.”

“Cool,” I zip the front of the uniform and stuff the cap on my head. “Anyone I should be particularly worried about?”

“Romanoff and Barton always seemed to like you, so they probably won’t be a huge problem. The Vision is just…”

“Vision?” I offer.

Jared snorts. “Let’s say he’s learning. You see the news a couple days ago?” I nod.  “Wanda’s in a bad spot, she may not even show up.”

“Might be for the best. I got weird energy readings off of her when she realized I couldn’t bring her brother back.” I nod. “Anyone else I should be wary of aside from the fearless leaders?”

“Rhodes and Wilson joined up, so you might want to watch out for them.”

“Why is it that you’re warning them but not me?” Peggy asks.

“Because you’re the person who started all of this.” Jared says, gesturing to the facility in general. “Who would dare hurt you?

“Even so-”

“Listen,” I cut her off “I’m the one who pissed everyone off. Anyone who’s still upset with me is more likely to just punch me and then ask questions. If they don’t recognize you, they still won’t initially hurt a civilian. You’re fine.”

“If you insist.”

“She’s right, Ms. Carter.” Jared glances at the clock. “You two better get going if you want to get this done.”

I nod. “Alright, let’s go.”

We bid Jared farewell and head back out into the facility. I take her down past the gym where the Captain worked out when he wanted to be alone and check the window to the main door. Sure enough, he’s in there, pounding away at a bag near the doors. I slip away before he can see me and nod to Peggy. She nods back and takes her place in front of the door.

Taking a knee, I press the palms of my hands flat against the concrete floor. I close my eyes and focus on the Captain’s energy signature. When I’m sure that I’ve locked onto his unique energy, I send a jolt through the floor and into his body in hopes of it startling him enough to get him to look around and see his lost love standing at the door.

At the sound of Ms. Carter’s soft gasp, I grab her wrist and haul her down the corridor, whipping the both of us around a corner and pressing us against the wall. We hear the doors slam open and the slapping of feet against concrete as Steve thunders out of the gym. As soon as we hear his footsteps retreat we move on to our next point.

We quickly make our way to the hangar. There are rows upon rows of quinjets in various states of disrepair. Several technicians shout a greeting and I wave back, grinning at their reactions when they realize who we are.

“(Y/N)!”

I glance over my shoulder to see who’s trying to get my attention. When I see someone jogging to catch up with us I stop Ms. Carter and turn around to wait. I squint at them, trying to figure out who they are and it takes a while for it to click.

“Freddy?” I call, “Is that you?”

He laughs as he comes to a stop in front of me. “The one and only.”

“You’ve put on some weight, man.” I comment, pulling him into a hug. “It’s a good look for you.”

He laughs again, slapping me heartily on my back before releasing me from the hug. “I’ll have you know it’s all muscle!”

I snort in amusement. “Yeah, whatever you say, Fred.” He grins at me and I laugh at his response. “How’re the wife and kids?”

“Still just as tickled as ever that I have a job.” He answers. Peggy catches his attention and I immediately see the rebellious sparkle glint in his eyes. “So you’re really doing it, huh? Restoring balance to the Avengers?”

“We’re sure as hell gonna try.”

“Well good on you,” He leans in slightly and lowers his voice. “Though I’m glad I’m not the one who has to be there when the shit hits the fan.”

“I would never ask that of you. You have a family to protect. I don’t want to mess that up for you.” A loud siren cuts through the air and I sigh loudly. “That’s our cue, Ms. Carter.”

“It was lovely to meet you, Fred.” Peggy says, nodding to the stout man in front of us.

“Same to you, ma’am.” He grins at the two of us and squeezes my arm in a silent wish of good luck.

I clap him on the shoulder and lead Peggy towards the exit on the other side of the hangar. Before we leave the massive room I take off the cap that I’m wearing and discard it, making it easier to recognize me.

I hold the door for Ms. Carter and follow after her as soon as she’s through the doorway, the door banging shut behind us.

“There they are!” Someone yells to our right. Upon further investigation I find a horde of facility security officers not too far off.

“Oh, this is getting good,” I say, shooting a manic grin at Peggy before grabbing her by the hand and rushing off in the direction opposite the security officers.

Without so much as a shout of complaint, Peggy races after me, managing to stick close to me as we wave through the maze-like halls of the facility.

As soon as we burst through the doors that lead to another open field on the other side of the compound we’re met by both Stark and Rhodes, their repulsors trained on the both of us. By the shouts coming from behind us I would hazard a guess that the security guards followed us out and, with any luck, the good captain himself.

“Was this part of the plan?” Ms. Carter hisses.

“Completely.” I answer. “Just stay very still.”

“Y know, I was really hoping we’d never see you again, (Y/N).” Stark’s voice scratches out of his suit.

“Believe me, if I could have avoided coming back, I would have.”

“Care to explain why you’re back then? And on top of that, why did you drag this innocent woman into your petty liitle fight with us?”

“Are you really such an incredible dumbass that you’ve already forgotten what your godmother looks like, Stark?” I question.

Tony snorts in derision. “Peggy Carter is dead. You really expect anyone to believe that you brought her back after claiming you couldn’t bring Maximoff back?”

“He had been without oxygen for too long. If I had even tried he would have been brain dead and that would have been a fate worse than death. I did everyone a favor. The fact that you still can’t see that just cements the fact that leaving this team was the best decision I ever made. However, I didn’t come here to dig up the past, I came to get you idiots the scolding of a lifetime.” I run a hand through my hair and square my shoulders defiantly. “Three days ago I paid Ms. Carter a visit in her hospital room. I offered her the chance to have her youth back and she accepted. Using one of Banner’s little inventions, I helped her fake her death and restored her.”

“You're… you’re really not lying about this, are you?” Steve’s voice sounds from behind me. I sigh loudly and turn around to face the man.

“I’ve caused you all enough pain as it is. I wouldn’t come back and spout nonsense just to rub salt into the wounds.”

Looking over my shoulder, I catch Ms. Carter’s eye and nod to her. Her jaw sets and she turns to face the man. I watch as his eyes go wide and tears form in his eyes.

“Hello, Steve.” She says quietly.

“I-I…” He stutters, searching for something to say. “You’re here.” He says finally.

Peggy nods once. “I am. “ She confirms before turning around again to face her godson. “Now, Anthony, this young person has filled me in on the, what did you call them?” She asks, turning her head towards me.

“The Sokovia Accords.” I answer.

“Yes, the Sokovia Accords.” She nods. “You can’t seriously be considering signing the blasted thing.”

“The accords are going to do a lot of good.” He says defensively.

“No, what they’re going to do is set back the progress we’ve made with powered people by several decades. Do you realize how hard it was to normalize the existence of mutants, Tony? Now with the appearance of Inhumans, we’re presented with an entirely new obstacle and the only thing signing those accords will do is not only criminalize, but demonize the existence of anyone with abilities.”

“Aunt Peggy-”

“I am not finished.” She says tersely. I imagine her tacking on a ‘young man’ at the end of her sentence and have to tamp down the urge to laugh. “Why exactly are you signing the accords? Did you think about how it would affect the rest of your team? How it would affect the rest of the world? Once you sign something like this and it takes hold, it’s very hard to dismantle it. Tell me, have you even read through the proposal?”

“I’ve skimmed it.”

“Of course you have.” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face.

“(Y/N), please, that’s not helping.” Peggy says curtly.

“Right, sorry. Force of habit.”

She rolls her eyes. “Do you know what they’re proposing to do with those who don’t sign the accords, Tony?”

“I don’t exactly remember for sure.” He answers. We can’t see his face, but I’m certain he’s trying to look anywhere but at Peggy right now.

“They’re going to put them in prison, dear. Prison. For something they can’t even control. And you think this is a good proposal?”

The faceplate of Tony’s mask finally slides up, revealing his uncertain expression. “We need someone to keep us in line. We can’t keep operating on our own. Too many bad things have happened when we’ve run unchecked and it can’t go on like this.”

“Then propose something else.” Peggy says evenly. “The two of you need to work together and draw up a document that you can both agree on.”

“That sounds… doable.” Steve says slowly.

“It damn well better be or, so help me, I will take over and make your lives a living hell until you straighten out. Even then, who knows what I’ll do!” Peggy threatens.

I watch Steve visibly stiffen and I find myself slightly amazed at the effect that this woman has on these two men. I knew she was important, but I guess even then I underestimated her.

When the two men don’t verbally react she shoots alternating disapproving looks at the two men. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Of course, Peggy.” Steve nods fervently.

Peggy and I stare at Tony expectantly. He drops his gaze to the grass.

“Yes, Aunt Peggy.” He mumbles, his words just barely loud enough for us to hear.

Peggy nods in satisfaction. “Good. Now shake on it.”

Both men stare at her, eyes wide. She just lifts her eyebrows at the two of them, her expression otherwise stern.

“Well?” She places her hands on her hips. “We haven’t got all day, have we?”

I watch, mouth covered by my hand to muffle a giggle, as the two men trudge reluctantly towards each other and firmly grasp one others hand. They move them up stiffly up and down once before looking to Ms. Carter for approval. She sighs in exasperation and rolls her eyes.

“Fine,” She scrubs a hand down her face and crosses her arms over her chest. “Let’s get started on this. I don’t want you to put off something this important.”

Steve nods and waves away the security officers who quickly disperse, nodding once to me and Ms. Carter before they’re gone.

“Y’know, I half wanted to work security when I started here.” I muse, watching the men stalk off to their regular postings. “Maybe you guys wouldn’t hate me as much if I did.”

“You think that we hate you?” Steve questions.

I shrug once before nodding. “S’why I left. Everyone was throwing off negative energy and it was all directed at me. With the strength of it, I knew I wouldn’t be missed if I left. On top of that, Tony’s little greeting earlier really just confirmed that my decision was the right one.”

Steve’s expression darkens and I can’t quite read it. He just looks me directly in the eye and nods once before motioning for us to follow him.

I follow after Peggy as both Tony and Steve lead the way back into the facility.

Soon the hallway let’s out into a tunnel of glass, looking out on the expansive fields of the facility. Everything is impossibly green and beautiful. I half wonder if one of the landscapers has powers because whoever keeps up with this has to either be in a hundred places at once or have the greenest thumb in existence.

I amble along behind the small group, taking in the view, shoving my hands in my pockets and not really paying any attention to what’s going on around me. If I keep quiet I’ll be able to leave again soon without too much fuss.

“(Y/N)!” Tony barks, snapping his fingers in front of my nose, effectively stopping me in my tracks.

“What?” I ask, scowling at him.

“We’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now.” Steve says.

“Really?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how much I don’t want to be here. Didn’t realize you’d actually want to talk to me.”

“Is everyone who quits your little company this sarcastic, Tony?” Peggy asks.

“Nope, just this one.”

I roll my eyes. “What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Where did you get the uniform?” Tony asks. “It’s not like you can just make one.”

“I borrowed it from a friend who liberated it from the wash for me.”

“Who was it?”

“Now that would be tattling, Stark, and tattling can get someone fired in a place like this.”

“It’s not like I’d fire them.” Tony grumbles.

“Wouldn’t you though?” Steve questions, cooking an eyebrow accusing lyrics.

Stark isn’t given a chance to defend himself as Natasha enters the corridor.

“I heard the alarm a little while ago, what happened?” She asks, looking between her two colleagues.

“Why don’t you ask your little friend here?” Tony says, making a sweeping gesture towards me.

“Friend? I didn’t know anyone was supposed to be here.” Her brow furrows as she looks past them before her eyes settle on me and a grin stretches her elegant features. “(Y/N)?”

“Hey, Nat,” I greet her with a wave and a bright smile. “Fancy meeting you here!”

She pushes past the men at the head of the group to wrap an arm round my neck and pull me down to her height so she can grind her knuckles into my scalp. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“Couldn’t,” I grit out, smile still firmly in place, and try to shove her off of me. “It was kind of a secret.”

“I’m a spy, I can keep a secret.” She says, releasing me and punching me in the arm.

“I know, but this was a really big one!” I say, my voice almost a whine, and rub at my arm.

“This is what that young man meant when he said she liked you?” Peggy asks incredulously.

“What young man?” Tony asks.

“Nunya,” I answer, shit eating grin plastered on my face.

“Last name?”

“Business.”

“Nunya Business…” Tony trails off, his brow furrowing angrily. “Are you fucking kidding me.”

Steve snorts loudly, his mouth covered with his hand to keep his laughter contained and Peggy smacks his arm, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I laugh outright and Natasha snickers from beside me.

“Was it Jared?” Nat whispers in my ear. I nod in response. “Good kid.”

“He is,” I agree.

“Is that Peggy Carter?”

“Indeed it is,” I nod.

“Isn’t she supposed to be dead?” Natasha asks.

“Yup,”

“Tetrodotoxin B?”

“Right on the nose, Nat.” I laugh. “Figured she was the only one who could fix this whole business with the Accords.”

“Huh,”

“Yeah,” I sigh quietly. Steve, Tony and Peggy begin walking down the hall again and Natasha and I follow after them, keeping enough distance between us that we can talk at a normal level. “Is Steve still looking for Barnes?”

“You think there’s any force in the world that could possibly stop him once he’s put his mind to something?”

“Right, well, he might want to check Romania.”

“Romania?”

“Sounds strange, I know, but I’ve heard rumors from a few Inhumans in the area who have seen someone who looks like the Winter Soldier in the street markets.”

The group goes into the conference room and Natasha and I loiter outside a while longer.

“You sure the information is legitimate?” She questions.

“I doubt my own people would lie about something this serious. Still,” I shrug. “Even if it’s not, it’s a better lead than anything he’s had in almost two years.”

“Sure wouldn’t hurt.” She turns her attention to the group in the room, hunched over a large stack of papers. “You think you’d ever come back?”

“Stark doesn’t want me here.” I say simply.

“That doesn’t answer the question, (Y/N).”

“Let’s worry about the Accords before I make a decision okay?”

“Fair enough.”

——–

Part 2


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This is an unfinished animation that was just sitting in my computer for a while.

I was practicing lip syncing audio with mouth animation, As you can see the first part turned out well. As for the others, I got so frustrated by how the mouth animation was constantly off-sync with the audio that I just gave up on it. One thing this animation taught me is that lip syncing audio is not one of my best strengths in animation.

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Sorry Crash, I’ll make a better animation with your audio.

Undeniable Heat Chapter 32: Revelations

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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Jensen’s P.O.V.

Mixed emotions raced through me as I stared at Danneel. Frustration, anger, and a little bit of sadness at what had been. “Danneel what are you are doing here?”

“This used to be my home too Jensen.” She purred, her tone of voice annoying me.

“Dee, you gave up this house when we got divorced. Now tell me, why are you here?” I asked, hoping I could get rid of her quickly and get back to Y/N upstairs.

“I’ve missed you so much, and you haven’t returned any of my calls. When I heard you were in Texas, I just had to come and see you.” She said, raising her hand and placing it on my chest. Once upon a time her touch would have been wanted,. But now, it did nothing for me.  would have ignited a fire deep within. But now it did nothing but annoy me.

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Avengers Preference: How You Meet

Steven Grant Rogers (Captain America):

I sighed as I continued to punch the punching bag, and I grit my teeth as I clenched my fist. This was so frustrating. Clint was officially the most annoying agent in S.H.I.E.L.D.

I closed my eyes as I tried to block out his voice, but he continued to tease me, “Hey, (Y/N). Did you fall into a pile of sugar? Because you’ve got one sweet ass!”

I groaned, and I face palmed. I heard Clint cracking up, and I glared at him.

“This is the training room, Bird Boy. Either train or leave!”

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this was supposed to be a bigger piece with like the full dress and things but i got hit with horrible art block yesterday so i got frustrated and gave up on that idea completely, deciding to do this small weird looking face portrait thing instead

so uh i attempted a follow up for the drabble thing i wrote the other day so yeah…


“Okay, Agent Mulder, this is what I could find for you.” Mary pulled a long, baggy article of clothing from the rack that looked vaguely like the skin of some exotic animal.

“Fred Flintstone?”

“We needed to run with the redhead thing for Agent Scully. Redheads stick out, especially ones with non-redhead costumes. She wasn’t a big fan of dyeing her hair so this is what we came up with,” she defended.

“This was the only one?”

“I suggested that one princess… Ariel?”

“And you’re still alive?” He looked impressed.

Mary giggled. She’d been dressing the two of them for undercover ops for years and knew how frustrated Scully got when forced from her pantsuit safety better than anyone.

“Well, when I told her, this costume didn’t have as many rips in it as it does now.”

Mulder gave a laugh. “Okay, thanks Mary.”


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BLUSH - 6

Bucky Barnes x Reader (x uncle Tony Stark)

This is the final part of ‘Blush’ . Thank you all for reading and appreciating my work ! :) I know it isnt perfect, but its only the beginning ! And I also happened to reach 400 followers today ! Yay ! Thank you for the love, it means so much ! :*


“Just relax for a minute. Breath.” Wanda instructed Y/N, watching her pace the room.

“Hes going to hate me. Hes going to disown me !” Y/N said, hyperventilating.

“You can do this another time then” Wanda said.

“No. I gotta do this now. Get it over with” Y/N said, exhaling loudly and walking towards the door. “Just tell Bucky to stay off Tony’s floor for a while”

Wanda nodded, and gave her a reassuring smile.

                                * * *

Y/N stood in front of Tony’s office, losing all the courage she had mustered a few minutes before. She knocked on the door softly, and heard Tony say 'Come in’.

Y/N entered and alnost froze in place seeing Bucky sitting in front of Tony, a guilty look on his face.

“Good timing, Y/N” Tony said. “I was about to call you”

“W-why?” Y/N felt a huge lump in her throat.

Her eyes met Bucky’s briefly, and then settled back on Tony’s.

Tony frowned, watching his niece with narrowed eyes.

“Uh- Tony -”

“Why dont you sit down ?” Tony said slowly getting up from his seat.

He turned to look at Bucky.

“So what have you gotta say, Barnes?” He asked.

Y/N froze again. He knew. He KNEW! She stared at the two men in horror.

“Tony, Im really sorry-” Bucky said, “I didnt mean to !”

“Oh please, you didnt mean to ?! How can you even -”

“Tony, can I -” Y/N felt an urge to throw up.

“You dont say a word, Y/N! This is all on him !"  Tony said, silencing her. "You’re all so quick to support him, he thinks he can just -”

“Oh woah, thats so not true !” Bucky shot back.

“Is too !” Tony said.

“You guys - ” Y/N said. “Let me at least -”

“No!” Bucky and Tony stood face to face now, red faced and furious.

“Bucky this is NOT the way !” Y/N said, grabbing his arm.

“Y/N, you should probably just -” Tony began.

“How can you blame it all on him ?!” Y/N asked. “Seriously ?!”

“Y/N. DONT!” Bucky said, his eyes flashing a warning.

“Why not ?! 'Coz its not just you !”

“Y/N-”

“What the hell ?!” Tony looked at both of them with wide eyes. “Y/N , how can you be so STUPID ?!”

“Tony, I wanted to -”

She never got to finish her sentence, because the door burst open, and Nat rushed in.

“Tony” Nat began. “I can explain”

“What the bloody hell ?!” Tony gave Natasha an incredulous look.

“Is everyone is in this freakin’ tower CRAZY ?!” He said, going back to take his seat.

“Tony, you just cant -” Natasha paushed, searching for the right words.

“Natasha, I can handle this, seriously, why the hell are you here ?!” Bucky asked, thowing his hands up in frustration.

“You are so ungreatful, Barnes ! Hes gonna kill you anyway, I just thought backing you up a bit will help !” Nat shot at him. “And Y/N - she -”

“Nat, its alright” Y/N said in a small voice. “He had to know anyway - I didnt expect much -”

“HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ANYTHING FROM THIS ?!” Tony bellowed.

“Tony they just FELL IN LOVE ! Not bloody MURDER anyone !” Nat said.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Bucky and Tony stared at Nat.

Y/N just stood silently, eyes closed.

The silence carried on for a moment, before there was another knock on the door, revealing Sam and Steve.

Studying the faces of the occupants of the room, Sam said “ Bad timing ?”

Steve walked in, straight to Tony and said, “He wasnt alone. We were with him”

Tony just stared back at Steve with his mouth hanging open. He reached into his coat pocket for a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

“I just need a moment” He said, shaking his head, and taking a sip of water from the glass set on his table.

“Cap, you were saying ?” Tony asked, eyes fixed on Steve.

“He wasnt alone, Tony. Sam and I, we were with him. It was an accident - and we’ll pay for everything -” Steve said, in an apologetic voice.

“Pay for what ?” Nat asked, sharing a look with Y/N.

“Why do I have a feeling that we’re talking about different things?” Y/N asked, a hint of horror in her voice.

“Why dont you tell them, Barnes ?” Tony said, looking at Bucky.

Bucky exhaled noisily before speaking.

“We took Tony’s new car for a ride, and I was driving - ” Bucky said. “And kinda had a bit of an accident - it needs replacements now”

“Oh my God” Y/N said, covering her face with her hands.

“And now, what were you two saying ?” Tony was uncharacteristically calm.

“Tony, this was NOT how it was supposed to happen ! ” Y/N said, shaking her head. “I thought Bucky was here to talk about us -”

“Why do you need anyone else to talk to me for you, Y/N ?” Tony asked, softly. “Whats the worst that could happen ? I might throw him out, or maybe kill him like Nat said, but -”

“Tony !” Nat hissed.

“Im so sorry,” Y/N said. “I was afraid that you might hate me after this. But, I cant help it, Tony. I love Bucky. I havent felt this before - you know it !”

Tony remained silent.

“Its always been about grades and career, but Bucky showed me something else - I want him in my life, Tony. And I want you. ” Y/N said, walking towards Tony.

“I can stop if you want” Y/N said, taking Tony’s hand in her’s. “But, that’ll be it. Its going to be Bucky forever, Tony. No one else”

Tony looked at his little girl’s tear- streaked face. And then at Bucky, who stood with a pained expression, but eyes fixed on Y/N, which held so much love and adoration for her.

Tony looked away, trying to blink away any tears that had formed at the corner of his eyes.

He stood up, a hand tightly around Y/N’s shoulder.

“I’ve always been nothing but proud of you, Y/N. You’re my daughter - there is nothing in the world that can change that. And when have I ever said a 'no’ to you ?”

Y/N looked at Tony with wide eyes.

“Yes, its true that Barnes and I have a history of NOT liking eachother - and its not like hes killed my parents or anything -”

“TONY!” Steve and Natasha glared at him.

“Sorry - but hes a changed man, now. Incredibly STUPID, but still. And if it makes you happy, then, I want you to have it - without being guilty.”

Y/N burst out into tears, and flung her arms around Tony’s neck, crying into his expensive suit.

Tony’s eyes met Bucky’s, and a secret pact - of tolerence, and trust and staying by eachother’s sides for Y/N- was formed right there.

* * *

It was close to midnight, and Tony Stark stood at the roof of the Avengers Tower, watching the star studded sky.

“Cant sleep ?” Nat’s voice snapped Tony back to reality.

Tony shrugged, turning to look at her.

“Does it always look like that up there ?” He asked, looking back up at the sky.

Nat smiled.

“On special days I guess” Nat replied, looping her hands with Tony’s. “You did so good today, Tony. Im so proud of you”

Tony smiled back at her.

“After all these years - it felt like I did the right thing. For her. ” he said.

“You did. And for Barnes. After everything hes been throught”

Tony nodded.

“You’re a great dad, Tony”

Nat smiled at the soft blush that had settled on his cheeks.


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EXPLANATION {last part of BEST FRIEND’S BIAS}

Se Jun, leave. You said as he walked into the apartment. You backed up grabbing at anything behind you.

Y/N, what’s wrong? He asked and you gave him a wide eyed look.

I don’t want you here, yet you barge in like this is your fucking home! You yelled at him, grabbing a pan nearby and Se Jun laughed.

Y/N, I’m not going to do anything. He shrugged and sat down at the table. Can we just talk? He asked and you looked at him skeptically.

Fine, but this is staying right here. You said as you placed the pan down in front of you on the table and looked at Se Jun. What do you want? You asked harshly and Se Jun took a deep breath.

Your allowed to see Jungkook. He started off and your eyes went wide again.

WHAT?! But the higher ups? You asked, completely stunned.

They gave me the decision and I have some beef with Jungkook so I wanted to make his life difficult and decided that he wasn’t going to be able to see you. He muttered and you shook your head.

What? You have beef with him? But Jungkook sees you as his main confidant. You told him, but Se Jun shook his head.

I guess I don’t have beef with him as much as I’m pissed with him. He doesn’t know this, but I was supposed to be the seventh member of BTS, I had been a trainee for 3 years and they finally assigned me to that group. I would have been the oldest, but that didn’t bother me, I was just happy to debut. Se Jun started, then paused. Then Jungkook was brought onto the team. Do you know how humiliating it is to be beaten out of a group by a 15 year old? He spat and you became defensive, grasping for the pan that sat in front of you. Se Jun saw that motion and took a deep breath. Sorry, but it’s fucking frustrating. I had to tell my family and friends that I got kicked out of the group. They gave me the option to continue being a trainee or work with BTS as a manager. I thought it was highly unlikely that at my age I would be able to debut, so I took them up on the offer to travel with BTS. He sighed and shook his head.

It must have been hard to see them succeed. You murmured and he nodded.

I thought I would have been able to handle it, but instead, I just got angrier and angrier. I watched Jungkook get awards and continue to achieve things that I didn’t think was possible for someone his age. He would stay late and work hard and the world stopped for him. People kissed the ground he walked on! He exclaimed and you shook your head.

Se Jun, Jungkook puts a lot of pressure on himself. He constantly feels inadequate with his work, he doesn’t think highly of himself, if anything he thinks that the world tramples on him. You told Se Jun, but he shook his head.

Then you came along. He whispered and you stopped.

What about me? You asked and Se Jun looked into your eyes.

The coffee shop that the two of you met, you used to go there all the time. He said and you nodded slowly.

Yea, almost every morning. You responded and Se Jun nodded.

I know, I noticed you every time I would go and get the guys their coffee. I would constantly try to get myself to talk to you, but chicken out at the last second. I guess I talked about you so much that Jungkook said he would go to the coffee shop to be my wing man, well one thing lead to another and — Se Jun shrugged and you looked down at the table.

He stole me from you? You asked and Se Jun shook his head.

I never told him that YOU were the girl. He started talking to you because he thought you were beautiful, something that I can’t deny. Se Jun recounted, reaching across the table and you clutched the pan close to your chest.

Hold on a minute. Just because you liked me and Jungkook bumped you from BTS, that doesn’t mean that Jungkook did anything wrong! You admitted that you never told him I was the girl you were into AND Jungkook had no control over when he debuted. So what the fuck? You asked pointedly and Se Jun sat back in his chair.

I’m allowed to be pissed. He responded and you shook your head.

In this situation, there was no one to blame though. You countered, Se Jun stood up angrily as you lifted the pan. At that moment you could hear the code being punched into the door. A clattering of footsteps and voices could be heard, but you kept your eyes on Se Jun. Take one step closer, I dare you. You growled and Jungkook stopped the guys.

Se Jun rolled his eyes as he looked from the guys to you. Your bodyguards are here, you can put the pan down. He said and you scoffed.

FRY HIM INTO NEXT FUCKING YEAR! Tae screamed.

Yea, hit him so hard that his grandchildren feel it. Hobi hyped.

Like he will find anyone that will help him make grandkids. Yoongi jeered and a couple chuckles came from the guys.

Ooooooh! Would you like ice for the burn? Hobi asked and another round of laughter came from the guys. You looked at Se Jun, the look of anger was gone, now replaced with sadness.

Se Jun. You said and he looked up. You just gave up the group that you had wanted to be in. You said and he shook his head.

I was always the butt of their jokes. He replied and Jungkook stepped in.

No, at least not to me. I looked up to you. I saw you as a role model, but now, now you are the butt of all the jokes, because YOU made it that way. Jungkook said, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. He took the pan from your hands and handed it to Yoongi who laughed when he saw Se Jun’s wide eyed expression.

Come on, man. I don’t bite. Still think Jin needs to protect me? Yoongi asked as he playfully tossed the pan from hand to hand. Se Jun looked at you and you held a hand up.

Guys, leave him alone. He’s fucked up enough himself, he doesn’t need you fucking up his face. You calmly told the guys who watched Se Jun walk passed them. But before he could leave, Namjoon grabbed his shoulder.

Don’t ever come around here again. I’m not scared to get a restraining order against you. He growled at him and Se Jun nodded profusely. I don’t trust this little weasel. Guys, let’s make sure he gets outside. Namjoon said, and the members followed.

Jungkook chuckled as they all left the apartment. The two of you stood with a space between you guys. Both of you looked at each other and broke out into big smiles. Your heart swelled as you saw the smile you cherished. It was like the universe had gone on a tilt, but was now going back to its usual rotation. His smile fixed your world.

Rewriting the Past - ten

Pairing: ReaderxBaekhyun

Word count: 4.1k

Summary: Baekhyun was your first love when you were sixteen. It was passionate, hot, and messy. But all of that ended six years ago, after a four-year battle for your relationship. Now, you’re twenty-six years old and still reeling from the relationship when suddenly, Baekhyun shows up on your doorstep.

Originally posted by exoturnback


One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight[m] | Nine | Ten

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Learning The Family History

My parents told me I was adopted in the same way one might speak about their weekend plans; an “Oh, by the way”, off-the-cuff remark made in passing. Since I was probably about three the first time they said it, it really didn’t phase me. They were always very open about it and, when I was old enough to really understand what it meant to be adopted, they sat me down after dinner one night and explained it in more detail.

They asked me if I had any questions, if I was upset, if there was anything I wanted to know. And there was. I wanted to know if we had any ice cream left because a hot fudge sundae for dessert sounded really good.

I don’t know if that’s the response my parents wanted, but I got a very big bowl of ice cream with extra fudge soon after.

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Reflex

Title: Reflex

 Summary: It was a reflex, involuntary, based on instinct. So no one could really blame Bilbo for what happened.  In fact, if anyone should be blamed, it perhaps should be Thorin, he shouldn’t have spooked the poor hobbit!

 Warnings: Mild Violence.  Injury.  Fluff.  Humor.  

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Originally posted by inchells

***GIF NOT MINE!!! I found it in the search thingy…I thought it was perfect…

A reflex, in its simplicity, is an involuntary motor response caused by a stimulus. This is similar to the fight or flight response.  When confronted with a stimulus, a person, or more specifically their body, reacts in a certain way.

There are many different stimuli that could cause a reflex to take place, the most common being fear and pain.  What is even more interesting is how people will react differently to that stimuli.  

For example, one person may feel pain and they will cry and clutch the affected area close to their body.  While another person may react by shaking the area and staying silent, such as shaking ones hand after touching something too hot. Everyone reacts differently, so you can’t really predict what will happen.

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The Red Days // request

Request: “Can u pls write an imagine where justin is soo horny and y/n is on her period so he gets a little annoyed and they end up cuddling and watching a movie”

WARNING: Light sexual content which shouldn’t hurt you but be careful still

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“Justin, we can’t. I’m not on that mood plus I’m-” I looked him and sighed but got quiet when I felt tip of his nose against my neck. It sent shivers all over my body, and usually that was the moment when I started melt to his ideas but this time it wouldn’t happen.

It was that time of the month again.

“C'mon baby” he rub his nose against my neck and kissed it slowly. “Can’t you feel it how hard I’m for you already? Don’t be a tease” he murmed to my ear and gave a lick to my earlobe. “You don’t want that daddy gets mad, right? Don’t you remember what happened last time.

Memories were clearer than ever but I didn’t still accept his wish. “Justin, no” I said and stood up the couch when I got myself off his grip. He groaned frustrated and looked me.

“Sometimes I don’t understand what you want” he said which made me giggle. “I’m sure that you wouldn’t want wash those sheets anyways so.. trust me, it’s better to wait now” I said and kissed his cheek before I sat back on the couch with an apple on my hand.

“We always wash our sheets after that so what there would be so special this time?” he chuckled and grabbed a piece of apple from my hand which I had just splitted. “Because it’s that time of the month again..” I finally told to him and he got quiet.

“Oh, are you on your per-” he was ready to make sure but I just nodded before he could finish his question. He stood quiet. “I’m sorry” I mumbled and pressed my head against his shoulder. “It’s okay.. I just-” he sighed but then kissed my hair in the end. “It’s okay”

I knew that it wasn’t but I could nothing to that God had given to women as great gift (mark the sarcasm) as period. I pulled his arm around me and closed my eyes. “Let’s cuddle” I said quietly and he looked me a moment.

“Please” I whispered and looked him in the eyes. “Okay” he finally whispered back and pulled me sit on his lap before he wrabbed his arms around me. I followed his act and did same.

“Are you in pain? Do you want me to go buy you some ice cream or something?” Justin asked to me. I shook my head and giggled. “No, I don’t want get more fat anymore. I have eaten too much already” I tapped my full stomach and felt how another cramp hit me. I hid it with a big smile.

Justin chuckled because he knew that I was lying about the fact, I didn’t have pains. “You’re not fat, baby” he mumbled and kissed my cheek. “It’s okay to eat, I do that too” “Yeah, but you don’t get fat, dumbass” I pushed him on chest.

“Lies, don’t you see all that fat” he leaned backward and pulled his shirt up. I shook my head and looked him. “Liar” I smiled back. He just rolled his eyes to me. “But hey, c'mon now. I want just make you feel better, okay? What can I do for you?” he groaned and moved his hand over my thigh.

I would have wanted to move it away but I let it be there still. “Let’s just chill, okay? Let’s have a nice, lazy Saturday and do nothing” I finally answered. “Whatever you want” he kissed my cheek.

He stood up and went to our bedroom. When he came back, he was keeping our blanket on his hand. “Would you like to watch some movie?” he asked after he had handed my blanket to me.

“That would be nice” I mumbled against my pink blanket. “Which movie?” Justin asked and opened the box where we kept out movies. “Titanic” I said quickly. Justin looked me back asking. “You sure?” I just nodded. “Why not?” I decided ask back because he seemed to be unsure about my answer.

“Nothing, I just thought that it might not be a good movie when you’re on your pe-” he started but I cut him off because I knew what he will say. “Because I’m on my period and that automatically means that I’m more emotional than usually, and you don’t want listen my crying on that scene where Jack drowns, right?”

He looked me and tried keep his smile away from his lips which my long explanation had caused. “Something like that” he chuckled. “Or then you’re still jealous because I think that Leonardo is handsome” I added still one more option. “Well, maybe that too” he confessed.

After that conversation about my emotionalism and his jealousy, we finally started watch the movie. He sat next to me and pulled his blanket over himself. “I don’t know what attract you on this movie but to be honest, I can’t probably complain about it” he sighed. “Yeah, I’m not so big fan of your movie choices” I said without taking my gaze off the screen.

“Will you still say that Leonardo is more handsome than me?” Justin asked and it made me turn my head over him. “Not that conversation again, let me enjoy the movie” I groaned. “Just one word: yes or no?” he begged. “No” I answered finally and turned my head back to screen.

He looked me suprised, seemly he wouldn’t have believed that I answer like that after every time when I had joked him about that topic. “Really?” he asked but I answered nothing. “I love you, baby” he hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead.

I giggled. It was fun how one little word make him that happy and tell out things which have more content than anything in the world. “I love you too” I whispered and looked him. He smiled.

“We should spend more days like this” he said. I nodded and pressed my head against his hard chest. “I know” I mumbled. “You should be more often on your period” his comment was disgusting and I slapped him on his leg.

“Okay okay, I will take back that what I just said, chill” he chuckled. I rolled my eyes. “You might forget that I can be also really annoying and piss off when I’m on my period so..” I reminded him. His face went in thinking mood and he realized that it was true.

“You’re right” he said. “But I won’t take back my words about that I’d like enjoy more days like this with you” That was the fact which both of us could agree.

The Reunion

Nicole entered the Homestead feeling exhausted from an intense day with Wynonna, Dolls, and Doc. It had only been a few weeks since she had been recruited into the Black Badge Division, and between patrolling shifts for P.P.D. and B.B.D., she felt like she was about to collapse. Waverly was recovering from touching the black goo, and was assigned to look into the creature that attempted to enter Purgatory when Willa crossed the line. Since coming into contact with its remains, she obtained certain powers that she was attempting to control, which was exhausting for her as well.

Nicole placed her jacket and Stetson on the kitchen table.

“Waves?” she called.

“Gimme a sec!” Waverly answered.

She entered the dining room holding an envelope, excitement in her eyes.

“What is that?” Nicole asked, reaching for it.

“An invitation to my high school reunion!” she responded with glee, “it seems like only yesterday I was cheering on the Purgatory Devils, now here I am, kicking actual devil ass.” She winked.

“That you are.” Nicole smirked and took the envelope and opened it to reveal a formal invitation. While reading, she asked, “So…a cheerleader, huh?”

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dustyirish  asked:

How do you deal with stories that stop half-formed? Do you go back to them later and try to finish, or do you let them die a respectable death? I'm the queen of half stories - I must have hundreds lying around. Just wanted to know if you think they're worth trying to resurrect.

oh gosh, I know this feeling all too well, my folder is full of almost a hundred half finished stories so I think I can offer a little advice here!

I think my biggest piece of advice is this:

do not delete / throw out your half finished stories.

I cannot even begin to tell you how many stories I wrote and then gave up on, left for weeks, deleted and then got inspiration for suddenly only to find I had deleted it and had no way to recover it. It’s one of the most frustrating things to go through when it comes to writing.

Now onto the actual question: dealing with ‘em. inspiration comes from the weirdest of places so even if you decide to leave them to rot you might always find something that sparks another idea for that story you started nine months ago, wrote four chapters for and then abandoned.

Something had to inspire the story in the first place. If you’re struggling to find inspiration to keep writing it’s always worth going back to what first inspired it and seeing if it helps.

If it’s the case of just starting a story and losing muse for it before hopping onto another and then repeating this over and over, inspiration may not be the problem. What I do here is keep a list of all of the stories I write- half of the notes on my list don’t even have full plots but that doesn’t matter.

When you have free time or feel like writing but you don’t want to work on that new story you just started you can go back and read over the list. It’ll have all your ideas in one place and the best part is, you don’t have to start from scratch, you already have part of the story written! Choose the one that sticks out to you the most and write as much as you want to on it. Bravo, you’ve started working on that abandoned story again!

Writing is weird. You can only have inspiration to write one story for a month, have it all planned out with detailed scenes and a decent plotline and then dump it one day and never want to touch it again. Whatever, it happens and if you really don’t ever go back to them you can let them die. In my opinion and experience though, you’ll probably go back to it in your own time for some reason or other.

td;lr keep your stories. usually they’re never really dead, just dormant. if you really liked the story and you think it’s worth finishing you’ll go back to it eventually. if you never do back to it and you really do think it’s just dead, keep it safe because you never know. it’s always worth trying to resurrect your stories.

- percy (if any other mod wants to throw in their two cents, please do)