i hate seeing things that remind me of her


“I don’t know him, not really. I see him, and he reminds me a little of his mother somehow. I don’t know why-he doesn’t look like her, except that she was also beautiful, and she had that terrible vulnerability that he has-”

“Vulnerability?” Clary was astonished. She had never thought anyone but herself thought of Jace as vulnerable.

“Oh, yes,” said Jocelyn. “I wanted to hate her for taking Stephen away from Amatis, but you just couldn’t help wanting to protect Celine. Jace has a little of that.” She sounded lost in thought. “Or maybe it’s just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.”

MariChat May
Day 9: Bell Collar
Words: 1104

Chat can admit that he has a problem. Ladybug had recently taken up a habit of flicking his bell whenever she was pleased with him. A ‘good job’ gesture that didn’t take much time. It wouldn’t be a problem if she hadn’t started doing it all the time. When he did a good job, when she was bored on patrol, on the nights she lay her head on his lap and look up at him with those gentle eyes that killed him.

Each ring of his bell started bringing dopamine flooding his brain and his tail would start twitching in anticipation of the physical reward that followed.

A hug, a pet, and one late, treasured night, when his lady was clearly sleep deprived, a kiss on his cheek.


Of course.

One night Marinette had flicked his bell and immediately noticed the blush that came as a result of her finger lightly flicking his bell.

Of course she had managed to pull from him the reason that he seemed he wanted to pounce her and then laughed at him.

Then exploited it relentlessly.

The next time he came over to her house he doesn’t know what he was expecting except a matching bell collar to be around her own neck. All he knows is that it is absolutely unfair.

She doesn’t say anything about it, but he can see her playful smile when his gaze slides from her face down to the collar and locks on the shiny bell that hangs in the hollow of her collar bone.

Its mocking him. She’s mocking him. Playing games with his head and his heart at the same time.

“Princess.” He greets, every hair of him standing on edge, every muscle tense, every beat of his heart carefully monitored

“Yes, Chat?” She leans forward and Chat stiffens in anticipation of a ring of the bell but none comes. The bell remains mercifully silent, and her smirk only widens, watching him as he frowns and forces himself to relax.

“What is that?”

“It’s a bell.” she answers. “I thought you might like it. Reminds me of you.”

Oh he does.

But he also hates it.

Very quickly he finds out two things about his princess, One, she’s awfully alluring when she doesn’t mean to be. Two, she’s a tease and he should start expecting this.

He steps down from her bed, and she turns back to the project on her desk, something he can’t be bothered to pay attention to. Especially when he notices that she’s tied her hair in a bun specifically so he could see the clasp. It’s just two buttons, but her message to him is clear

‘You could take it off.’

But that would be losing.

Which he refused to do. He wouldn’t let her know that her teasing was working, that even now he was wondering if the pitch of her bell would be the same as his, wondering what might happen when it finally rings out. Wondering how she’ll feel, wondering how he’ll react.

So Chat settles down, watching her carefully, bristling every time her hand goes near her neck, sighing when she pulled it away.

Finally, after finishing with the obviously staged something -probably created specifically to rile him up- Marinette turns in her chair and looks at a fairly antsy Chat Noir.

“What’s wrong?”

‘You know damn well what’s wrong I’m conditioned to act like a love struck idiot whenever that thing goes off.’

“Nothing, princess, Merely distracted by your radiance.” he says, his voice totally not cracking on the word radiance when her hand goes upwards and traces one thin finger along the golden curve.

“My radiance, huh? Nothing else?” she asks. His eyes go from her teasing finger to her teasing mouth and back again. Watching how her tongue moves when she says nothing and then to her finger as it pokes the still silent bell lightly. Back to her lips where she licks him and back down to her fingers as they just barely push behind the leather of her collar.

What god decided this is the bad luck he deserves?

Probably Plagg.

“Mmhm.” he answers, still staring at the collar until he felt it should’ve burst into flame.

Marinette seems to smirk and stands up.

That does it.

It rings.

Chat’s entire body goes from tense to languid in the space of three seconds and soon enough he’s laying on Marinette’s lounge, fully taking over the space. Now that the bell has rung everything’s going to be fine, and he has no reason to stress.

Or, that’s whats supposed to happen.

Marinette still hasn’t come over and pet him, telling him that -yes- everything is okay now. His whole body starts buzzing with anxiety the longer it takes for her to walk over. When he looks up she’s walking around the room pointedly not looking at him. He has to get her attention.


“Yes, Chat?”

“Are you okay?” because she’s not petting him. He’s probably done something wrong.

“Yes, Chat.” she answers and continues walking around the room doing god knows what. She’s ignoring him. That much is apparent, and she’s not smiling, just moving items through her room. He’s done something wrong. He can feel it.

“Princess?” he asks again, voice cracking as his head fills with negative thoughts and his eyes fill with tears.

“Yes, Chat?” She glances over and then immediately drops the yarn she’s holding and rushes to him, pushing her fingers into his hair. “What’s wrong?” He pushes his head more into her hand and sniffles. He know’s he’s being too sensitive but…

“I thought you didn’t want me.” he whispers and Mari yanks off the bell and glares at it as if it’s done something wrong.

“No that’s not true at all, Chat. You’re my kitty, and I’ll always want you.”

Chat gently takes the collar from her hands and snaps it back onto her neck. Adjusting it so it rested to where it was before.

With one claw, he taps the outside and then lifts it upwards and lets it swing back into place with a ring.

Although his body reacts in much the same way as usual, relaxing and feeling everything is alright he’s much more interested in Marinettes reaction. Rocking back on her heels and slapping her hand over the bell even though her pupils dilate at the same time. A slight blush is covering her cheeks and she looks away from him.

It’s not the full blown red he’s used to, but he could get there.

He smirks, revenge will be sweet.

Political Animals-Part 7

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

“Hi Cas.  It’s me.” 

“Y/N?  Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick!  I was going to come over but Meg told me the last thing you needed during your heat was me in your face.” Cas said as soon as he heard my voice.  “Why didn’t you tell me about you and Sam?”

“It all happened so suddenly, Cas.  So how did Mom find out?  Do I even want to ask how she took the news?” I asked tentatively.

“Mad doesn’t begin to cover it.  You need to go see her, Y/N.” Cas said urgently.

I sighed, the burden of everything suddenly weighing me down.  “Tell Mom I will be over in a bit.”

“I love you no matter what happens, you know that, right?” Cas whispered.

“I never doubted it for a second.  Love you too, Bro.  I’ll see you soon.” I said as I ended the call.

Sam wiped my tears away gently with the pad of his thumb.  “I’m glad they know, Y/N.  I don’t want to sneak around anymore.  I want people to know your mine.”

“I love you, Sam.”  I said as I pressed a kiss on his hand.  “I think it’s high time my mother and I had a chat, don’t you?”

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Somebody Else - Simon Minter imagine

Originally posted by petitechristoph

hey guys! so this is based off of the song Somebody Else by The 1975. its one of my favourites, chuck it a listen !! love bel <3

warnings; mentions of old relationships

requested; no

pairing; simon x reader

word count; 409 words

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“I don’t know him, not really. I see him, and he reminds me a little of his mother somehow. I don’t know why-he doesn’t look like her, except that she was also beautiful, and she had that terrible vulnerability that he has-”

“Vulnerability?” Clary was astonished. She had never thought anyone but herself thought of Jace as vulnerable.

“Oh, yes,” said Jocelyn. “I wanted to hate her for taking Stephen away from Amatis, but you just couldn’t help wanting to protect Celine. Jace has a little of that.” She sounded lost in thought. “Or maybe it’s just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.”

Better Left Unsaid

Y’all. @winterysoldiery wrote this at my request, and even based Y/N on MEEEE :’D You’ll see why I’m so excited once you read it - I’m so in love. Enjoy!!

A Bucky Barnes one-shot, based on two prompt lines: Another bad date?“ & “Here, I’m going to make you some tea and we’ll watch a movie. That sound good?”

Warnings: Mild cursing. Bit of fluff. That’s all.

Word Count: 2,200~

It was a hard job, yes, but it was worth the ass-kicking she got every single day.

(Y/n) worked with the Avengers directly, being a combat trainer and keeping them at their finest physically and even emotionally sometimes. Because yes, even the Avengers shed a tear or two every once in a while. Mostly because they tended to party often and had to pay with sweat and extra push-ups for it.

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A thing that needs to stop in the RWBY FNDM

So recently the word “abuse” has been thrown around the rwby fndm. Most recently this post has used it. Now, as someone who has been mentally and emotionally abused by someone, it’s pissing me off that this word is being used so wrongly and people are nodding their heads in agreement to it. The only ship that is abusive is Adam/Blake and subsequently any ship with Adam in it. Bumbleby and Black Sun are not in any way shape or form abusive. Why? Let me tell you what abuse actually is and why we need to stop throwing this word around just to put down another ship.

1.      So let’s start with the elephant in the room. What that person posted, stating Bumbleby is abusive. Because it’s not. Nothing points to abuse or either of them being an abuser. Some people shout and spout “BUT WHAT ABOUT THE LASER POINTER?!?!? THAT IS RACIST AND ABUSIVE! YANG SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT!” etc, etc. While I can see where the racist one is coming from, how in god’s name is that abuse? Look, admit it. With friends or family, we all have done shit that accidently brought harm to the ones we love. We all have said things that might have pulled on someone’s heart strings the wrong way. We made have been too rough and brought bodily harm, or did something that we unknowingly had a bad reaction to the other. We all have done that at one point or another because we are all human beings and make mistakes.

Does that make us all abusers? No. It’s doesn’t. Yang using a laser pointer is not abusive because if Blake did find that offensive (because we did not see if she felt that way or not) I’m sure she would have straight up told Yang not to do that and Yang would stop. She is not the person to harm others intentionally. Yang is the ‘mom’ of team RWBY and has shown time and time again caring deeply for her sister and friends and putting them first before herself. That, and since v2, we have not seen Yang do the same thing. Saying that is abuse is a weak claim.

“BUT YANG PUSHED BLAKE!” Others add on.

Yes, but only after Blake wasn’t listening. Yang tried talking to Blake to rest, she tried telling her that she did the same thing as a child, letting something consume her thoughts to the point she not only nearly killed herself but her sister killed as well, and Blake still did not give. She had no choice. It was her last option. We also know Yang’s strength. She has shattered a paladin with one fist, she has carried a large speaker over her shoulder no problem, and she has broken a stone wall while her hand was covered in a sheet of thick ice. Yang could easily have done damage to Blake with a single push yet it was more of a ‘tap’. Also, Yang pushed Blake to drive home the point that she, Blake, was in no condition to fight Roman, let alone the White Fang.

Sometimes you need to get a little rough to get someone to listen. Don’t out right yell and give them bodily harm, no. But sometimes when there is nothing else to do, a slap to the head is needed.

2.      Now I am not only going to talk Bumbleby here because from what I heard, people were calling out Sun as an abuser because of the events of 4.3. Sun is not an abuser. At most, he’s an airhead. He might not realize what he has done is creepy but his heart is in the right place. Yes, looking into a window of a bedroom, a private place, is wrong and creepy and following someone around for at least six months in a cloak and not telling them is the same deal. But he is not being abusive. He is making dumb decisions and Blake did call him out on his shit in 4.3. And by looking at Sun’s face, it looked like he realized he messed up and should not have done that. Sun only wants to help Blake and make sure she is okay, just like Yang. Both care deeply for her and only want to make sure she has the best. You want to know abuse? We have two abusers in the show right now. First up is:

3.      Adam Taurus. He is Blake’s abuser. We have seen him act creepy around Blake, pretty much saying, “If I can’t have you, no one can.” He back handed, bitch slapped Blake so hard she fell to the ground, stunned. He also stabbed her in the abdomen and tried to decapitate her. Adam tried to MURDER Blake. We also saw the fear and horror on Blake’s face when she saw Adam again. She was petrified of him. While we do not know all about their past together, we can gather from what Adam did and Blake’s reaction when seeing him again, it was bad. Adam physically assaulted Blake and who knows what else he has done to her. Adam is an abuser. The actions of what Yang and Sun did don’t come nowhere near what Blake suffered through with Adam.

4.      Now you may ask, “Kae! Who is the other abuser?” Weiss’ father, Jacques. We have not seen him be physically abusive to Weiss (or to his other children) but he has been mentally and emotionally abusive. In the first episode of v3, he cuts Weiss’ money off for not answering his call. He pulled the same thing to Winter (she told Weiss that in 3.4). From what we can gather also, he was far from pleased that Weiss went to Beacon, not Atlas. After Ironwood left, Jacques was putting Weiss down, trying to control her and pretty much gave her no choice when he brought up singing for an event. Jacques does what he can do put Weiss down and manipulate her, ignoring how she feels about things. That is mental and emotional abuse.

Weiss has hate for her father. We can see it in her face in 4.2 and her reaction when Winter is talking about him in 3.4. Again, as someone who is in a similar situation, it points to all signs of abuse and reminds me of what I have to go through.

5.      Now one more point I want to bring up as a side note. What Tai did wasn’t abusive either. It was shocking to hear him said that but Yang took it fine. Unfortunately, it was never established before that Yang and Tai have a relationship like that where they can do things like that. While I may not have reacted great to what Tai said for reasons, he wasn’t really being abusive. And as I stated before, we all do and say things that may harm someone we love when we didn’t mean for that. That does not make us an abuser and neither does it make Tai one.

The fact people are throwing this word around like it can be applied to any ship is asinine. Yang, Sun, and even Tai are not abusers. Adam and Jacques are. Just because you hate a ship doesn’t mean you can use that word to slander it.

Yang nearly lost her life trying to protect Blake form her actual abuser and Sun is risking his to make sure she is okay. Neither have shown any signs of wanting to harm Blake or control her. How people see either one as an abuser baffles me. This needs to stop now.

Stuck - The Quiett

Originally posted by parkjaewbom

Requested by anonymous:  Hi!Can I request an angsty the Quiett scenario? Where the reader has a crush on the Quiett but the Quiett only sees her as “one of the guys”. The Quiett’s feelings change for her after she dresses all sexy but she gets attention from other guys *cou-hashswan-gh*… cheers ♡♡

Genre: Angst

“I love you, you know that,” he pats my head, “I trust you with my life, you’re part of my family, my crew, things wouldn’t be the same without you.” I wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

‚You deserve someone better’ is the only sentence I hate more than spiders and snakes. Hearing it from him has always been a painful reminder that I’ll never be the one he looks down at with love and content in his eyes, that I’m lacking something that could make him fall in love with me. But I am stuck. Stuck where I am only seen by him as a sister. A family member. I am stuck in this platonic sister-and-brother relationship with him.

„You’re like my little sister,” he smiles down at me, „that’s why I know that you deserve better. Better than me… better than us,” and leaves me standing in front of the restaurant we’re supposed to have lunch at with the rest of the group.

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here’s my entry for the volume 5 anthology! i was lucky enough to be able to draw for crystalanthemums! (do yourself a favor and check out everyone else’s AMAZING art and the video pls…)

i owe a HUGE thank you to the organizers, sollay, city, and ally, for inviting me to join and organizing the whole thing in the first place!!! i was so honored to be a part of this project! as a fan since 2012, it’s sort of been one of my dreams to draw art for a song!! i really can’t thank them enough for this amazing opportunity :’)

my thought process is below the cut!

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Beach [Part 3]

Description: You see your old crush after four years again and realize that he changed into a total fratboy - yet, he is the only one you can openly talk to and before you can realize, you rediscover lingering feelings for him.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, University AU - light Smut on this one, but really light!

Who: BTS, Taehyung x Reader ,

Word count: 2,9K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

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anonymous asked:

I have four shelves full of books and together they have about 3000 named characters. Out of those 3000 characters, only 12 are non-straight. TWELVE. Out of THREE. THOUSAND. That's literally 0,4% (aka not even half of a percent). And they ask why we need more representation...

A few years and a few moves ago, I had two book cases full to the brim with books. A couple shelves of paperbacks were even stacked double. At the time I believe I had two books that featured lesbians, all the rest were hetero-centric. I don’t remember exactly how many books it was (certainly over a hundred), or how many characters that amounts to, but I know it was a similarly outrageous statistic.

Unfortunately so many of the people who don’t care about queer representation would like us to be content with the scraps they throw us. They expect us, each unique one of us, to identify with one character, simply because they’re queer. It reminds me of straight people who try to set people up, simply because they’re gay. “Oh I have a friend who’s gay! You guys should meet!!” “Here’s a character who’s not straight! All of you can identify because you’re not straight either, right?! That’s the single most defining part of who you are right?!” “Not like us straight people, who are infinitely more complex because we’re attracted to the opposite gender, right?!”

Now that I’m older, (and way more gay) I find myself reading books with lesbian protagonists 80-95% of the time. I spent my whole childhood reading books where the entire fictional realm didn’t even hint at homosexuality or the featured romance was of course, a heterosexual pair. I’m tired of it.

I hate that when straight people ask me what I’m reading, and I have to explain that it’s a book featuring two women who fall in love, I get that little “Oh…” every time. That little “Oh” that means: huh….how interesting. Even though they know I’m a lesbian, and hello- why wouldn’t I want to read books where people like me are featured, end up together and get a happy ending?- it’s still strange or uncomfortable for them. It’s strange that I wouldn’t be reading one of the New York Times bestsellers or whatever book is being passed around at the moment. It’s all fine and good being gay, but actually being interested in gay things? That’s…strange.

That’s not to say I don’t have favorites that (sadly) have no queer representation, or that I will absolutely never read books like that…but I hate seeing that expression that makes me feel like my representation is some weird little niche.

It reminds me of the way men will give women that nudge and say “You’re a woman but you’re cool. You’re chill, unlike all those ‘other’ girls.” Essentially saying she’s one of the bros, and there’s the expectation that she eschew all (stereotypical) aspects of her gender that might make men uncomfortable. Sometimes when I talk with straight people it feels just like that. Like they’re giving me a little wink, a little nudge and saying: “You’re just like us, the only difference is you like doing chicks, right?” You’re a lesbian, but you’re one of the cool ones.

Out Of Nothing At All - Fourteen

You’d lain in bed together for a while longer before deciding to move. Upon checking your phone you saw that Hotch had text you, telling you both not to bother coming in today. You didn’t have a case so it was just going to be another paperwork day.

You called him anyway, updating him on your situation and asking him about the possibility of being excused from field duty and staying behind at HQ until you officially went on maternity leave.

With you being pregnant, technically the Bureau had to do anything they could to assist with the pregnancy in case anything were to go wrong which they could be held liable for. You both knew this and Hotch agreed with your request telling you he’d been sourcing a replacement anyway, another female from Andy Swan’s unit and that he’d speak with them about her taking over sooner than planned. You thanked him profusely, another load taken off your mind.

With the day ahead of you now free, you and Spencer decided to start working on the spare bedroom. You didn’t particularly want to spend tonight alone either and although last night had been fine, it wasn’t a good idea for you to get too comfortable sharing a bed. You knew that you would eventually have to spend the night alone, but you prayed that any cases that came up in the next few weeks would either be local, or that Reid could work from HQ too. You’d mentioned this to Hotch as well who had said it would need to be assessed on a case by case basis, but if you and Spencer were prepared to foot the cost of a commercial flight if Reid was needed in the field, then something could be worked out. Spencer wasn’t normally involved in many of the take downs anyway, so could work just as well via video link from the office.

You showed Reid the spare rooms, the smaller one directly next to yours would of course be the peanuts and the larger guest room with its own en-suite could become Spencer’s.

Reid drove JJ’s car back first thing, collecting his own from her house and picking up a few more belongings from his apartment before heading to the local home depot for storage boxes. The guest room had kinda become your dumping ground for your Gramp’s memorabilia along with old crap that you never used but didn’t have the energy to take to the tip. If you could box up your grandfather’s stuff, then you could shift some of the crap into the smaller room for now so that Reid would have somewhere to sleep. It was a huge job though, one that you regretted starting almost immediately.

It didn’t help that Reid was so interested in the stuff you had of your grandfather’s, like old scripts and film cells and stuff, insisting on asking you about everything.

Three hours had passed and you were exhausted. You slumped on the floor with a bottle of water, leaning against the bed next to Spencer who was quickly thumbing through yet another script he’d found, complete with all of your Gramp’s notes.

“Which one’s that?” you asked him.

“Jackal,” he replied, not even looking up, his finger running quickly down each page. It always amazed you watching him devour the written word so quickly.

“Ahhh. That’s my favourite.” It had been a sleeper hit at the box office but had won a fuck ton of awards including an Academy Award for best original screenplay.

“It’s mine too actually.” Still not looking up.

“Hey Spencer….. You know the little girl at the start.”

“The one who escapes from the Jackal?”

“Yep….. That’s yours truly.”

And now you had his attention. “Really? Oh my god thats awesome! You must have been what? Eight?”

You nodded and explained how you’d begged your Gramp’s to take you to work with him again. You loved going with him, even though he couldn’t always spend an awful lot of time with you when he was directing. He’d set you up in your own mini directors chair in front of one of the monitors and you’d just sit mesmerised. Most kids would have found the constant repetition of the same takes being filmed over and over again boring, but you’d loved it.

On this particular day, the production had run into issues. The actress playing the younger version of the protagonist in the opening scene had been pulled from the movie at the last minute, her parents suddenly finding issue with the content. The producers had seen you sitting there, quietly observing the panic, and made the suggestion to your Grandfather. He’d been reluctant to begin with but had approached you and asked whether you thought you could do this. You could and you did, so excited to be involved. You hadn’t been allowed to actually watch the full movie until years later, due to its rating and it had been so strange seeing yourself on screen.

“So why didn’t you continue with it then?” Spencer asked you.

“Erm…. Well, as much as I enjoyed it, I remember seeing the actress on the set. And for a nine year old, she was so spoiled and haughty. Her parents and assistants ran around catering to her every need and she reminded me so much of my older sisters, thinking they were everything but actually being no more important than me. I just didn’t want to become that. I’d have hated to become from sisters or my mom.”

“Y/N, why….. Why don’t you get on with your family? You never really talk about them much except to say bad things.”

“Erm…. ”

“I’m sorry… That’s too personal. Forget it.”

“No its fine… You should probably know. I’ll guess you’ll eventually meet them anyway. So, I’m quite a lot younger than my sisters. There’s a 10 year age gap between me and the one nearest to me in age. I’ve just always……been different to them. My Mom spend a large amount of her childhood in fancy boarding schools due to my Grandfather’s job. He told me once that he regretted it so much because it turned her into a ‘spoiled little madam with ideas above her station.’ And because my Grandparent’s weren’t used to having the amount of money they were suddenly making, she pretty much got anything she wanted.”

You took a breath before continuing. 

“My Mom married rich, I strongly suspect she didn’t love my father. And she did the same with my sisters, using money from her trust find and our Dad to send my sisters to the same school she went to. My Dad was away on business a lot so he didn’t really have a say in what went on. He died just after I was born by the way… I never knew him. By the time I was born, my Grandpa was fed up with seeing her turning his grandchildren into little princesses and put his foot down with me. He told her that I had to go to a normal public school and have a normal childhood or else he’d cut her and my sisters off and they wouldn’t get their trust funds. My mom remarried… For money again, but couldn’t bear to lose her dad’s money so abided by his wishes, although she employed nannies to actually look after me. And because Gramp’s was older and making less movies, he started spending time with me, that he hadn’t with my siblings. It’s all terribly boring but basically they just all have a sense of entitlement which my Grandpa blamed himself for and I don’t feel any sense of kin to them. We’re all totally different in personality. Plus my Mom’s an evil bitch. It’s down to her that I don’t want kids.”

“How come?”

“Because she’s repeatedly told me that I wouldn’t be a good mother and I’m terrified she’s right.“ 

Wow…. Honesty for once. Most of the time you just told people that it didn’t fit your lifestyle. But somehow…. You felt you owed it to him to be honest.

“Your own mother told you that you wouldn’t be a good mother? What the fuck?”

“And my sisters….. To be fair. One of them had a point. I did nearly kill her kid.”

He coughed, “What?”

Fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. You’d never told anyone this.

“When I was thirteen we had a family party. My sisters are a lot older than me like I’ve already said, so I’ve got a fair few nieces and nephews. So the adults were all getting drunk and I was left in charge of the kids, supervising them around the pool.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “I looked away for two minutes, texting this boy that I liked and when I looked up, my five year old nephew had fallen in. And he couldn’t swim.”

You could feel the panic you’d felt all those years ago settling back in.

“I couldn’t move, I was frozen to the spot. All I could do was scream until the adults came running. They pulled him out but he’d stopped breathing.”

Spencer reached his hand out placing it on your arm, the motion calming you without you even realising. “They performed CPR on him and thankfully, he started breathing again. And he’s fine…. No ill effects. He probably doesn’t even remember it. But I do. And so do….. they. My Mom asked me what had been so important that I hadn’t been paying attention and when I told her I was on my phone, she slapped me so hard that she split my lip and marked my face. She called me a selfish little bitch and asked me how I’d feel if my nephew had died because I was too busy thinking about myself. And she’s right….. I’m too selfish to think of other people. It’s always all about me. My sister, his Mom, said she’d never leave me alone with him again and that she hoped I’d never get pregnant because ‘god help the poor child that has Y/N for a Mother.’ And whenever a new baby was introduced into the family, they’d laugh and joke and say that I wasn’t to be allowed near them because I’d drop them or something. So yeah…… That’s kinda why I don’t want kids. Because I can’t be trusted to look after someone else’s child let alone my own.”

Spencer was staring at you, his jaw slack, “What did you your Grandpa say?”

“He didn’t. He was away, and I never told him. I couldn’t tell him I nearly killed his great grandchild.”

It felt so strange saying all of this now, after all these years.

“Y/N, you were thirteen. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was. I should have been watching.”

“You were thirteen. The parents should have been watching, not you. They weren’t your responsibility.”

“It WAS my responsibility though. It was, I shouldn’t have been so selfish. But that’s me. Selfish little Y/N. You’ve said it yourself Spencer.”

“Y/N stop. Your family were out of line, in so many ways by the sounds of it. You know what it sounds like to me? Jealousy and resentment because of the special treatment you got from your Grandfather. They wanted to make you feel bad and they’ve used something that was NOT your fault to do that. It was a mistake, an accident. But it wasn’t your fault. And it doesn’t mean you won’t be a good mother.” His voice was quiet and soothing.

“But I won’t be Spencer, I won’t be. How can I be a good Mom when I wanted to get rid of her….. When I tried to get rid of her.” Your voice cracking now and tears threatening to spill.

“Y/N…. You didn’t though did you. Something stopped you. And you know what? Plenty of women who’ve had a termination go on to have other children and be great mom’s. Thinking of terminating or actually terminating a pregnancy doesn’t mean that someone is a bad mother, it just means that maybe that person wasn’t ready. Maybe circumstances meant that it just wasn’t the right time.” He inched closer on the floor until your shoulders were touching and he moved his arm so it was around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m truly sorry for the things I said yesterday. Now I know, I realise how much I must have added to these feelings. But what happened doesn’t mean anything. I know you’re going to be great at this. Because you’re strong, and independent. You’re opinionated. And how can you say you’re selfish when you do what you do for a living? You risk your life on a daily basis for other people. Hell you’ve even saved mine a few times. You’ll be great at this.”

Tears were freely streaming down your face down…..Christ, you couldn’t wait for these extra hormones to do one. You weren’t normally a crier.

“You think so?” Maybe if he genuinely thought this then maybe it was true.

“I know so.”

“Thanks Spencer,” you whispered, wiping your tears away.

“Nothing to thank me for…… But you do realise you have to tell your family about this. And then show them how good a mom you actually are.”

Now that was a point. This was kind of your opportunity to proof them wrong. And fuck, you loved proving people wrong.

“Will you come with me?”

He looked surprised and taken aback by your question and you were surprised too. But you actually did want him there. 

“Of course. Anything you need, I’ll do.”

And you knew that he was telling the truth.

See You Again - Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: hello again, dearies! yet another amazing request! :) I hope you all like it :D

nanmet838 said: Can you do a sirius black imagine where I was his girlfriend before he went to prison and what happens when imsee him out for the first time , you can do whatwver you want with it and can you use Nadine istead of (y/n) 

*EDITED! I used to do personals but now I add the box so you can submit your name so I changed it :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :)

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See You Again


(Y/N) jumped when she heard her boyfriend’s voice screaming for her. She turned around and saw him burst inside their flat.

“Sirius!” she said worriedly when he collapsed in front of her. “What’s wrong, love? What happened?” she asked scared kneeling next to him.

“Listen to me. I don’t have much time” he said holding on to her for dear life. “They’re going to come and get me” he said with tears running down his face.

“Who? What are you talking about, Sirius?”

“They think I betrayed James and Lily and that I killed Peter” he said as he continued to cry. (Y/N) felt sick to her stomach. How in the world would someone think that Sirius, her Sirius would do something like that? He loved both James and Lily more than anybody. It was bad enough that they were gone and that they even took Harry away from him, and now this? “They’re going to blame me, love” he said shaking in her arms. “(Y/N), please, please you need to know that I didn’t do this” he said looking straight into her eyes. “I would never betray them! You know that!”

“Of course I know that, love” (Y/N) said now crying too. “Sirius, please there must be something we could do to-“

She was cut off with a loud bang on the door. “SIRIUS ORION BLACK! WE KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE!”

“They’re here, love” Sirius turned to look at (Y/N) and kissed her with everything he had. It wasn’t long before the door was knocked down and (Y/N) saw about twenty Members of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad burst into their flat and Sirius was ripped away from her.

“NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” (Y/N) started yelling when they started taking him away. She saw Remus Lupin run into the house and towards her. “REMUS DO SOMETHING! THEY CAN’T TAKE HIM AWAY!”

“I LOVE YOU (Y/N)!” Sirius yelled crying as they dragged him out of their flat.

“NO! SIRIUS! SIRIUS!” (Y/N) tried to go after him but Remus held her back.

“(Y/N), stop” he said with his voice breaking a little.

“Let me go!” she said breaking down crying.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry! I know it’s hard but he needs to pay for what he did” Remus said making her push him away from her.

“HE DIDN’T DO THIS, REMUS! How can you even say that?!”

“Look, I don’t want to believe it either but there is nothing that we can do!” he said with angry tears running down his cheeks as well.

“No! You can’t let them take him away!” she said hitting Remus’ chest with his fist. “He didn’t do this Remus! I know he didn’t!” she said breathing heavily while Remus grabbed her wrists and hugged her towards him.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N)” he said rubbing her back as she continued to cry.

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A/N: So this isa quick funny drabble because it sounded really funny in my head. One of the things I loved about Blood of Olympus was Annabeth’s and Piper’s friendship. Also, cookiekhaleesi’s drawings made me think of these two as having a friendly rivalry in which they are always trying to out-do each other and poke fun at each other. Also, uh, percabeth smut implied, I suppose.


Annabeth knew Piper was up to something the moment she approached her worktable in ceramics class. She had the same wicked gleam in her eyes as the day she’d charmspoken a conceited son of Hebe into being a model for her little half-sisters’ makeover games. She’d sent her a questioning look, but was met with a fake innocent smile as her friend plopped down beside her and started working the clay into some kind of sculpture. Annabeth went back to her vase and left her to her own devices. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to know.

A minute into the shared silence Piper called, “So. I have a question.”


“Are our cabins considered our parents’ temples?”

Annabeth pondered on that. “Suppose. You could be shot down by a lightning bolt if you trespassed. Barging into another cabin without permission is very disrespectful, so I guess it could be considered a temple of sorts,” she reasoned.

Piper hummed noncommittally and didn’t comment further.

A few minutes later she spoke up, “Remind me again. Athena started hating Poseidon because of the whole Medusa thing, right?”

Annabeth turned to her, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Yes. There was a rivalry before, of course, but it really turned ugly when he desecrated her temple.”

“I see.”

She waited a bit, expecting Piper to pop another question in the next seconds, but she seemed concentrated on her clay whatever-it-was, so Annabeth let it drop.

Two minutes later Piper blurted cheerfully, “So do you think your mom will call it even now that you desecrate Poseidon’s temple every week?”

Annabeth nearly choked on air, the hand shaping the vase smashed through the clay and turned it into a blob. Piper was looking at her with a shit-eating grin that would make Connor Stoll’s look bashful.

She did her best to look as dignified as possible. She eased her foot off the pedal to stop the spinning and rubbed her hands off the excess clay, while thinking of a good comeback. How had Piper even seen her though? She wore her cap. Although, she could have spotted her on one of those days she was in a hurry. But Cabin 10 was all the way across the courtyard, she couldn’t have seen that far. Unless…

Annabeth turned back to her smashed vase and re-started the spinning, throwing over her shoulder, “And I suppose you saw me sneak into Cabin 3 from the roof of Cabin 1?”

Piper’s expression turned solemn. “Ah. Touché.”

They stared at each other.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

They shook on it.

“Still… Pretty sure that’s not what your mom gave you an invisibility cap for.”

“Get lost, McLean.”

Scorpio’s Hate List

Summary: Scorpio hates a lot of things and let’s be real—you’re one of them. [#11]

Notes: Crack!fic. This is told in Scorpio’s POV. In first point of view because you know, he wrote this list. Rated T because there’s going to be A LOT of cursing (as we all know, Scorpio doesn’t hold back). Also, this is meant to be a light-read, don’t over-analyze anything or actually take any of these things seriously. And well, I really love writing this because lists are my kind of deal of fun in Sunday afternoons (also I did this kind of idea before in one of my old fanfics and it was really fun so I’m gonna do the same because yay!). With uh, all of that awkwardly said: 

Let’s get hating.


#1: Problematic Child

How could you not hate someone who constantly gives you a headache? Pranking me, touching her, turning my rabbit-cut-apples into fucking fish-cut-apples, shitty jokes, touching her—I would punch him hard if I didn’t have a damn chair to throw at him!

#2: Fish

For some bizarre reasons she likes those invertebrates. I don’t see what’s to like about them. They smell like the King’s feet, they are useless on lands, they are literally Ichthys but fortunately… with the lack of ability to speak and opposable thumbs.

#3: Know-It-Alls

Annoying little shits, I should know. I met her—I mean lots.

#4: Humans

Many are selfish assholes. They deserve to be exterminated, wiped out from their fucking existence… I hated humanity but… I blame her for making it more bearable. That isn’t a compliment.

#5: Flowers

I hate those things especially if she wears it on her hair. Does she want me to say she’s beautiful? Stupid woman. Everyone knows she is with or without those things… stupid.

#6: Children

They cry too much. They laugh too much. They’re just tiny human accidents waiting to cause more accidents. She somehow acts like one. So delicate. So sweet. So fucking annoying. Why did I even think about having one with her

#7: The Crowned Bastard 

The King is a royal pain in the ass because he has an awful sense of humor and is so pretentious about almost everything. The only thing nice about this sparkly ass bastard is his dumb hair which could probably be featured in a lot of commercials advertising hair products. Tch. Maybe I should use his hair conditioner so she’d say my hair is great too.

#8: Emotions

I don’t just hate them for making me feel more vulnerable, not to mention a huge fucking reminder that I still can be human. But they also make me realize how horrible it is to see her sad or mad… It’s a pain in the ass… and the heart. 

#9: Mind-Reading

There are a lot of things I don’t want to know such as Zig’s fucking kinks and Ichthys’ need to get spank. I don’t even want to know that she sometimes pictures me naked… maybe I do. Wait, what the fuck

#10: Evil Horny Dui

Who the hell wouldn’t like the guy? He’s a danger, a menace and could possibly murder my woman her without even batting an eyelash! 

#11: Red

Seeing this color reminds me too much of what I used to be as a human and what I still am as a god. Red. Blood. Anger. Rage. I hate it so much. It was such a sickening color until I saw her last few nights ago wearing a really… showy dress in that color and… I don’t fucking remember but when I look, I only see her and nothing more… which is fucking annoying!

#12: Injustice

Justice must be served without a single mercy. For some reason she’s telling me that I can’t just go on a genocide run that apparently won’t help. She believes in second chances. What’s that about? Whatever. Doesn’t mean I have to believe in those either… I mean I don’t deserve a second chance after what I’ve done but whatever… I should believe too.

#13: Goldfish Contraptions

I don’t understand how any of these technology—gadgets and gizmos and whatever—fucking works! The crabface really likes them though. I just hate them for making a fool out of myself in front of her. She could give me that… nice laugh but it would still be fucking humiliating. Stupid televisions. Stupid phones. Stupid. WHY DO THEY HAVE TO HAVE SO MANY FUCKING BUTTONS

#14: Love

Who ever thought that love conquers all obviously didn’t get to taste my fucking fist on their face. Obviously, I can’t punch my stupid woman. She did deserve that pinch on the cheek for almost proving that love actually does and being so fucking gorgeous at that. Keyword: Almost.

#15: Myself

They don’t call me problematic like the other god in the Department of Punishments. They call me an actual fucking problem. She… she doesn’t see that though and I don’t… get why…

#16: Nitwit Prince

He is the source of all my bad feelings and one of the reasons why I have fucking trust issues. I hate how he could still be menacing… without scaring anyone and… most especially her.

#17: Cussing Haters

Like what the fuck. I fucking cuss to fucking emphasize my fucking point but she happens be one of those humans who hate cussing and so I… I have to try stop anyway. So fucking unfair.

#18: Internet

Why would you humans create something that might mean intruding my woman’s privacy? Now, I know some fucking human might want to flirt with my goldfish or stalk her or some shit like that! But then again, this makes punishing easier… 

#19: Sex-Crazed Weirdo

His sexuality is literally anything that moves. That son of a bitch has the gall to flirt with her as if I’m not even there to do tha-fuck you paper, I am not bothered by that.

#20: Crabs

What’s so nice about them? Last I checked they have the ugliest faces. Second to hers.

#21: Lions

They are giant pompous felines with an ego bigger than their mane. It’s no wonder a lot of mangy leaf-eating mob ran over Mufasa.

#22: Ichthys

I think I mentioned him already…? Whatever, this counts.

#23: Noise

Whenever I just want peace and quiet, she comes around and starts talking about absolutely everything and I would start talking too like for fuck’s sake. Doesn’t she—I mean anyone—get the hint that I need to be alone because I’m… I’m not worth being with…?

#24: Idiots

They always surrounded me and because of my luck, I’m stuck with the biggest one (it’s a close tie with her and Ichthys… no, it’s definitely that dumbass lion). 

#25: This List

This is just so fucking stupid but here I am—dealing with this. I hate this so much. Will I even get to the bottom of this fucking list? How is this even going to control my anger? She is so damn wrong about this being helpful! It just makes me even angrier and fuck! My pen ripped a hole.

#26: Stars

They didn’t matter and I was confused as to why humans even try to do these stargazing—they’re just a bunch floating gases of lights and whatever the fuck… until she came along and suddenly made me feel like I could stare at them forever. She did have them in her eyes. So fucking distracting… 

#27: Zig

For trying to take a peek at what I’m writing.

(”Hn. Obviously, it’s about her—I don’t need to take a peek—”)

(“Talk more and I’ll tell everyone about your kinks.”)

#28: Sin

If I didn’t have the mark of sin then I wouldn’t have met her and got into such a hassle of becoming… better.

#29: Alcohol

I hate it so much. One sip might have been good but one sip meant I’m close to becoming drunk. She’s going to fucking tease me for it and call me Mr. Stinger. I MEAN IT WAS ONE FUCKING TIME.

#30: Orion

Fucking prick thinks he’s so cool and all. She thinks so too and that’s what’s so goddamn annoying. I kick his ass! I should be much better. Speaking of which…

#31: Pricks

So many of them in the damn human city! And so many of them around her. Am I one to her? … Probably.

#32: Smiling

It hurts my cheeks so I never tried to. But then, this idiot walks up to me with some crazy smile and I found myself smiling back because there was broccoli stuck between her teeth… Weirdo.

#33: Dad

He’s good at selling kids and disappearing from what I could remember. Tch. I could swear I won’t be like him but there’s a chance I could become as worse or maybe much worse than him but… she doesn’t think so… Why…?

#34: Being Helpless

I hate not being able to do anything. I hate knowing that one day she’ll leave me and I can’t follow. I hate knowing that I… I can’t always give everything she wants.

#35: Stupid Woman

If I didn’t meet her, then I wouldn’t hate these things. Fucking hell. I hate her for this list. I hate her like nobody else—hate her for getting into my head and making me think of her every goddamn day even in things I hate. I hate that she reminded me of the miserable life I would have had without her. And goddamn it, what I really really fucking hate about her is that she loves me. 

No matter what I do or say.

… My stupid woman.


“What are you doing?”

A voice cut through the silence abruptly almost making you drop the piece of rumpled paper. Your cheeks were hot and scarlet red. Gulping, you turned away from the bedside table you happened to find it and gazed at the god who has just returned from his duties at the Department of Punishments. He drew his dark eyes towards the paper then back at you. 

“… What’s that?” he asked slowly.

“A list,” you said with a tiny smile. “Of things you absolutely hate.”

Silence set in and you could almost hear his brain processing the meaning of this. The god’s eyes widened and quickly looked away and you swore there was a faint trace of pink on his cheeks. You wondered to yourself what exactly was he feeling now. Well, with just this god’s written words, you found yourself in a turmoil of different sorts of emotions. Rage. Disbelief. Joy. Grief. Contentment. Remembering the last bit of his list, your eyes softened and the corner of your lips twitched. 

“So uh, what do you hate the most exactly?” you asked, almost too sweetly as he closed the distance between you both. Scorpio’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. He gazed down to your eyes, looking at the stars in your eyes and remembering the list. 

“Being helplessly in love with you.”


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Some Risks Are Worth Taking
By @thequeenwrites117

i. I’m here two days when one of the upperclassmen reminds me to be “smart with my stupid decisions” pats me on the back and walks away holding three pamphlets two about health services, one about birth control.

ii. The first weekend, I stay awake until I can’t and text my roommate three times when she doesn’t come home after 2am from a party.

iii. After the first day of classes it is announced that one of our classmates had died in a plane crash the night before. He had gone up with two frat boys. Only one came down.

iv. There was a vigil.  I don’t go.

v. He comes up three weeks later at a party and I’m having my third red cup (I lost the last two when I set them down). “Reminds us of how easy it is, isn’t it?” one of them says, “Think you’re life’s just startin’ an boom! No more!”

vi. I make my first friend and she is beautiful and lovely and wonderful for she loves all the things I love and hates all the things I hate and it is enough to ignore the moments when I catch her starring at me as if trying to see how the cogs in my brain spin or trying to determine if they spin at all.

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2 am

It’s 2 am and I should be asleep
But every time I close my eyes I see you.
And seeing you reminds me.
It reminds me of how much I miss you.
How much I love you.
How much I hate being away from you.
And how much it hurts
How much it hurts to know I’m losing you.
And there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it.
So knowing I can’t make you have feelings for me.
I’ll just continue to tell you how much you mean to me.
And how much I will always love you.
I miss you.

The Escort- Part 10

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 10: Dean and the reader deal with the aftermath of the family dinner.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Word Count: 2200 ish

Warning: Smut

A/N: We’re getting close guys! There is only one more part left, then a small epilogue. I can’t thank you enough for how much love you’ve shown this series. Every like, comment, reblog, and message makes me smile, and I love you all so much for your support and kindness.

The Impala drove down the street, then turned a corner and disappeared, taking everything important with it. You stood staring numbly after it, willing the last few minutes to rewind themselves and give you a redo. You hadn’t meant any of the awful things you’d said.

But Dean had.

And you deserved to hear them.

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Hi guys. This is the first (and probably the last) time, when I decided to write something. I wasn’t able to fall asleep last night, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. So I decided to write this little thing. I’m sorry, if this is horrible. Also English isn’t my 1st language, so I’m sure that I made a lot of grammar mistakes.

Warnings: Language, smut, metal arm kink (because I am kinky little shit)

Originally posted by sebastianstahp

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