i hope this clears up everything

talking about abusive women, especially abusive mothers & abusive women in lesbian relationships, acknowledging the reality that women can be abusive, acting in solidarity with & having compassion or empathy for women and other people who have been abused by women, arguing against things that seem to imply that women or that relationships between women can never be abusive, protecting chlidren, working to name and eradicate things that foster abuse in our own communities: good

only bringing up abusive women as a “gotcha” when abusive men or the role of patriarchy in abuse are being talked about, denying the fact that patriarchy fosters the abuse of women by men, misrepresenting the rate at which women are abusive as if it at all approaches the rate at which men are abusive, acting like it’s somehow easier for women to get away with abusing men, as if men who abuse women are universally condemned by society & the law rather than being bolstered and supported by both, denying the fact that everything is against women who are being or have been abused by men from the get-go, denying the fact that men who have been abused by women in intimate partner relationships are rare and the vast majority of men who claim to have been abused by women in fact abused those women: bad

I bet Keith’s life with his shack in the desert was Fun so here are some headcanons:

  • When he first moved in he spent a solid week just sleeping
  • *after waking up*: Time is an illusion and the world is fake
  • After he moved into his shack and gotten used to it he LOVED it, the Garrison and life in general was really stressing him and he liked being on his own
  • He spent most of his time in Big T-Shirts and Boxer Shorts because he’s hot and it’s comfy
  • As a kid his favorite movie was Cars
  • Now that he’s older it’s Big Hero 6, because Tadashi reminded him of Shiro but he couldn’t watch it after the first time because it hurt too much
  • He really likes plants and likes to see them grow 
  • He never intended on getting a mullet, he just got lazy and let his hair grow out, he liked it so
  • He loves cats and cats love him back and it’s the BEST
  • He gets REALLY excited when he discovers something new about the blue lion’s energy
  • I’m not kidding his eyes light up and he smiles and he gets very dorky about it
  • When he has laundry or dishes (or anything that requires him to Be An Adult) he groans and wishes there was someone else to do it but realizes he has nobody
  • He will literally take any other option for food that doesn’t involve actual cooking and/or work
  • Meaning he lived off of instant noodles and eggs
  • Sometimes he’ll just stop and think “should I really be living on my own and stay a dropout despite having skills?” but he ignores that and continues following the vague blue lion energy and the hope that everything will turn out okay
  • *goes into the cave*: *hums x-files theme*
  • Keith is actually?? a decent artist?? The carvings in the cave inspired the hell out of him
  • When he gets frustrated with his work or gets stumped he drives his bike out into the desert and it clears his head
  • Running too! He liked the feeling of being free
  • He just liked living alone dude
A note on transgender military service:

I want to remind everyone that people who join the military most often do so due to economic hardship, misguided patriotism, and promises of a better future.

I will additionally remind folks that yes, I am aware that in reality our military is the tool by which United States imperialism is enforced across the globe.

A final reminder: look at the big picture. In practice, this ban isn’t much different from before. Trans people will continue to serve in silence when they are forced to by social pressure and poverty. Those who are currently in the military but out as trans have a rough road ahead. But again, big picture: this is yet another step intended to make clear that trans people are not welcome as members of society. Our government is doing everything possible to make us the unwelcome and unwanted “other” as they have done with black folks, non-european immigrants, disabled folks, first nations people, and more.

All you “trans for Trump” types out there: wake the fuck up.

All you homonationalists: I hope you know you’ll be next.

And the rest of you: if you support any part of this bigoted imperialist, white supremacist garbage, I know you as my enemy. I’ll be seeing you.

→ Paper Doll | 01

Originally posted by sugutie

☆ pairing → Jungkook x Reader

☆ genre → idol+singer-songwriter!au, drama, slight angst

 warning sexual themes with smut in the next chapters, mentions of past unhealthy relationship 

☆ word count   → 2.1k

summary   → When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed –  it was you.

alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit break-up song

01 | 02 


a/n  → so basically this is me being coerced into writing jjk smut 
edit: pt i is more of a prologue



[+11,435; -2,003] this really breaks my image of him… proves how you can’t judge someone from their personality on camera

[+9,386; -1,983] all this time he was pretending to be super innocent haha all those stupid fangirls throwing money at him blindly must be going crazy

[+5,903; -1,234] i mean everyone goes through break-ups, but he was cosplaying as an innocent guy who was scared of skinship with girls all these years.. lmao he’s super shamel–

The words on the screen in front of him all blurred and bled into one big stain. He quickly scrolled through the hundreds and hundreds of comments, each more condemning than the last. A steady pressure was building in his ears, until the only thing he could see or feel were the accusations of a faceless crowd, all jeering at him loudly, fingers pointed.

It was as if his entire life flashed in front of his eyes right then, and he could suddenly recall every inconsequential and significant thing that had shaped his life the past seven years – the hours and hours spent in front of the mirror rehearsing the same steps over and over again, the taste of soggy ramen Hoseok hyung had let overcook last week, the screams of fans, the sound of his alarm clock, the look on your face when you told him it was over. There was no chronology to the kaleidoscope of fleeting glimpses of his past.

“What,” he breathed, hands shaking, eyes wide and disbelieving as his phone fell with a clatter on the table. He desperately wanted to ignore reality, but the stares that were all focused on him kept him grounded to the present.

Of course his first scandal would be linked to you.

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I was talking to Nina about ADD and I just realized how to describe it. So let me put it here.

Focus is something you hear from a young age, focus on this, focus on that, why don’t you remember these things. And you don’t think it’s abnormal, because people forget things, they’re people. And maybe you forget to tie your shoes and people make fun of you for it, but you don’t mind cus it’s a quirk, you’re just forgetful that’s all, and in children that is fine.

Then you enter school. Your teachers ask you to sit still in chairs, or to be quiet, or to stop drawing, or to pay attention or combos of them all. And it’s hard, it’s so hard to do those things and when you can’t manage it, you’re misbehaving. Maybe your grades start to drop because everything seems to slip by, the board in front of you might as well be covered in fog for how well you can focus on it. Or maybe you skate by because the work is easy, you might not be able to focus on the lessons entirely but you can force yourself to tune in for just enough to stitch it together. 

It doesn’t matter which one you are, or if you’re another. Eventually, at some point, you come to a conclusion. Because people won’t let you forget it, how easy it should be to remember to eat lunch, how easy it should be to study by reading over notes, how easy it should be, how easy-

Focusing is natural for everyone else. They don’t have to think about it like you do. They struggle sometimes, for sure, but often clicking in is just natural. Focus is a choice. 

Focus is not a choice for you. It’s an effort. It’s the hardest work you ever do when you’re not interested in something and someone wants you to watch a board and listen to them talk work for word. It’s like keeping eye contact for a straight hour without blinking. When you can keep focus, it tires you, takes everything you have, and you hate that it’s so easy for everyone else. And when you can’t, when you catch the first five minutes and a thought drifts your way and suddenly the lesson is over, you look at your empty page of notes and wonder why you keep fucking it up.

You start to feel stupid. Maybe your grades reflect it. Maybe they don’t. Either way it starts to stick, how everyone else can do this so easy and you can’t. Like you’re supposed to be able to do it. People get frustrated with you, why don’t you remember this conversation, why can’t you study, god if you only tried-

You want to scream you try. You try your heart out. But everyone seems to certain you don’t. The things that help you focus better, chipping nailpolish off, drawing, tapping your leg, are all signs you’re not giving it your all. They’re signs you’re lazy. You wonder if your trying isn’t enough. Maybe you’re supposed to give everything. You stop your drawing, your movements and your grades slip and it’s not supposed to be like this, you’re stupid, why are you so stupid-

Maybe one day, you realize you’re not stupid. It’s brain chemistry. Maybe they give you drugs that help and suddenly the world is a little clearer, and focusing is easy and was it supposed to be this easy, is that why no one got it? Because they never knew what it was like to cling off the edge of an icy ledge and have no purchase? Or maybe drugs don’t work and you find other ways to work, move lectures to hands on assignments, study by writing yourself practice exams and filling them out yourself, drawing problems to see them rather than to focus on an abstract. Maybe it helps some days. Maybe it doesn’t. But you know it’s not you and that’s what counts. 

You still feel stupid though, some days. When you forget your keys, or laugh too loud, or forget fragments of conversation. Because it’s supposed to be easy and you can’t quit that thought no matter how hard you try. Except-

Sometimes, with some things, things you really care about, focus isn’t a problem. Maybe it’s a tv show you like, maybe it’s a hobby you enjoy, maybe it’s a subject you can’t learn enough about. It’s something that matters, something that you love. There you can focus. You can do more than focus: you can tune out the rest of the world like it’s nothing. The world centers to you and the thing, and until you pull yourself out, it remains that way. In this world, you’re never stupid. You’re just you, and you can see everything in front of you crystal clear. 20/20.

You put the thing you love away. The real world awaits.  When you get up, you forget to bring your empty mug of tea with you.

And for a moment, just a moment, that’s okay. 

So, I was watching Star Vs. The Forces Evil episode Into The Wand and something caught my attention. Lil’ Chauncey, Moon’s war pig-goat pet thing, was in Star’s memories. She remembers him.

 She knows Chauncey died in battle but no specifics on which battle or when. Then we get to The Grandma Room and we see Moon’s tapestry and her poem which I sum it up as: Toffee dun goofed. Toffee is clearly terrified and there have been lots of theories as to why this happened. Most of which tend to be shippy or something else.

But look at Moon’s face. Look at that rage, that pure open hatred. What did he do? What could warrant such open hostility from someone we’ve seen as being so cool and reserved? Then is hit me: Star was alive when this event went down. Because Chauncey died in battle, shown here in this tapestry and Moon is clearly an adult and Star remembers Chauncey. Then I remembered how the royal guards used to babysit Star. Why? Where were the nannies? The caretakers? The royal nurses? They taught her how to fight, how to use a sword and weapons, how to kill an enemy with her bare hands before she ever hit puberty. Why would Queen Butterfly, Mrs. Prim and Proper, allow her only daughter to be cared for and basically raised by guards

Because she felt it was necessary to better protect her young daughter. I’m willing to bet this is Moon unleashing some serious mama bear rage against someone who threatened her very young child. Star was old enough to remember Lil’Chauncey, but perhaps not the attempt on her life or whatever it was Toffee was planning on doing to the royal family. Maybe it was a betrayal on his part since there are so many hints and theories revolving around the two.

(Just as a side note, I am very aware of the Moon/Toffee ship and while I do think it is kind of out there, I also kind of like it too. Unless it ends up being like the Luke/Leia thing like one new major theory proposes. In which case, NOPE.)

I also thought it was strange that Moon and River decided to send their daughter to Earth to better control her powers….without any other supervision except for Glossyrick who they and we all know probably isn’t the best person to be keeping a rein in on Star. It probably had something to do with keeping her from setting the whole kingdom ablaze in glitter and flaming rainbows, but I also feel there was something else to it. While there are no mentions of Toffee after Storm The Castle, Moon is clearly afraid. 

I don’t know if we’re doing the right thing River.

Also, for all of Moon’s faults, she loves her daughter more than anything. Star’s safety is paramount to Moon and even the cleaving of her family’s ancestral wand is no where near as important to her as Star’s safety. 

Oh, I’m always mad. But I’m happy that your safe.

I love this theory because it explains so much: why Moon acts distant but at the same time is a constant presence in her daughter’s life. Moon maybe trying to do what she can to protect her only child while also living up to the very high and difficult position of being a Queen of an entire…planet? Like, she’s trying her best to be a good parent and Queen even if she doesn’t go about it in a way that Star can respond to.

Also, don’t tell me we aren’t going to learn something new on Monday about Moon. Look at this image I found for Page Turner’s preview. She just looks so tired and so sad. This is a woman whose seen some shit, done some things she’s regretted and probably has a lot of dangerous enemies.

All to protect her only child. At least, that’s my theory until canon will most likely disprove it.


EDIT: OK, so…I am both awed by and grateful for all the likes and re-blogs this post has gotten so BIG THANKS TO EVERYONE! XD

           Also, after watching the last few episodes of the season I feel like this sort of at least helps support my theory. There is no proof – yet – I hope – but give what we’ve seen it makes me happy. Moon clearly is worried about Star. She wants her training to progress farther and quicker, there is urgency in her voice and it’s clear that she’s scared. Also, all the magic in the universe is disappearing? Makes me wonder just WHAT that wand even is, or at least what makes it so special if Ludo having half of it means it has negative effects on a universal scale.

           Also? Toffee’s picture comes up on the screen with the corn and everything? Like, Moon, pay the frick attention!        

           Another thing is that while Glossyrick claims to be doing his job to train Star to be a good Queen I still don’t feel…like he’s a good teacher. He plays the vague-advice thing way too much but then he kind of just lets Star do whatever she wants to anyway so…I don’t know if this is the most effective way to train Star since she is still just a young kid and has a hard-enough time paying attention. I don’t know if there is something to it but I don’t like how cavalier he is about things. The final few episodes’ kind of bugged me. Like, dude, this is her child’s future were talking about. She has every right to stick her nose in thank you very much.

           But Moon’s fears and the lesson she learns in this episode tug at the heart strings. This woman has to accept that her young daughter is growing up fast, into a universe that is facing some serious peril and Star will undoubtedly have to fight soon enough. Moon is afraid, the fear is palpable and she wants to make certain that nothing can go wrong. She probably does have some suspicions of what’s causing it but she can’t be certain. Also, Eclipsa? Heck yeah is she going to be important given how frequently she’s been name dropped.

           Things are getting serious in the universe of the show, Moon is afraid and she’s know that Star is going to end up in the middle of it. For a woman who already has so many huge responsibilities on her shoulders and yet she probably feels powerless to protect her only child.

           Gah! The feels!

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Summary:

Dean and Y/N share a bed in a motel and Dean has a dream about her, mindlessly pulling her into him and peppering he with kisses.

Words: ~2100

Warnings: mention of injuries, FLUFF

A/N:I’m actually really proud of this one even though the introduction is a bit boring. please read until the end and tell me what you think! Also, I really love this cheesy bed sharing fanfictions but it’s different in this imagine. (This theme wasn’t my idea, I saw it somewhere but don’t remember the name anymore…)

×××

Falling in love is so easy that you don’t realise that it is actually happening.

A stupid, cheesy saying that I never really agreed with. I mean, how could you not notice being head over heels because of one person.
Well, I guess I learned it the hard way. Or rather kinda the hard way.

I was used to share a bed with Dean. But it was never the type of bed sharing that was needy and consisted of endless cuddles and realising the love for the other person.
It was never the type of bed sharing that was described in the Dean Winchester fanfictions on the Internet.
Yes, maybe I was interested in the fantasies of the so called “Deangirls”. But that’s not the point.

Back to the topic: Dean and I just laid next to each other, not really caring about the other and simply only wanting to rest after an exhausting day.

So when we entered the motel that only had one room with two normal sized beds left, there wasn’t a nervous fluttering in my stomach. Why should I be nervous?
So when we entered the room that was barely tidied up, there wasn’t a flirty comment from Dean about sharing a bed with his godlike body. Why should he be flirty?

Dean only looked at me briefly when Sam threw his bag on the bed at the window, reassuring our arrangement. I nodded before I headed to the bathroom without a word, feeling cramps in my abdomen.
I tried not to get pissed about my period. The life of a hunter was cursed anyway and my period was actually the pain that was the easiest to endure.

Trying to forget about the pain coming from my stomach and the fresh, deep cut caused by a werewolf, I stepped into the shower. I enjoyed having the warm and clean water covering my body like a sterile blanket and felt better as soon as I changed into my pyjamas which weren’t soaked in my own and werewolf blood.

Leaving the bathroom I saw Sam getting patched up by Dean and I approached them. “How bad is it?”, I wanted to know while I took a closer look on Sam’s neck.

“It’s very deep… but not deep enough to turn him, I guess.”, Dean mumbled, his eyes fixed on his younger brother’s neck.
“I’m fine!”, Sam rolled his eyes but Dean pushed a cloth against his neck making Sam groan in pain. “Yeah, maybe not.”, I chuckled and gave him a smile filled with sympathy.

I sat down on the bed, watching the boys tiredly. “Your turn.”, Dean demanded seriously, but his voice was definitely filled with concern after Sam stood up to have a shower as well.

“I’m fine.”, I rolled my eyes just like Sam did a while ago and Dean scoffed. “Trust me, sweetheart, you’re not. Stop bullshitting me like Sam does.”, Dean said harshly and now it was my turn to scoff.

“How about you shut up and let me rest?!”, I snapped, causing Dean to jump slightly at my sudden change of mood from tired and annoyed to aggressive and dangerous.
“Well, I would if you hadn’t had this huge cut on your tigh! And in case you didn’t notice, if you hadn’t thrown yourself in front of me, I would be the one with the cut.”, Dean replied matter-of-factly with an incredible calm voice while I stood up to face him.
“So it’s my fault now that I’m hurt?”, I yelled, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“Hell yeah, it is!”, he threw his arms in the air, “I could’ve handled this freaking werewolf on my-”
“Hey, guys, lower your voices!”, Sam’s voice interrupted Dean and we both stayed still, glaring at each other.

“Whatever.”, I shrugged with anger in my voice and turned around to finally get some rest.
He didn’t say anything else while I started to go through my stuff, looking for my beautiful, black gun that always had to lay right next to the bed.
I didn’t know what Dean was doing and I honestly didn’t care at the moment. I just wanted to sleep.

I laid down flat on my back on the right half of the bed, leaving the left half to Dean.
I allowed myself a glance at him, sitting at the little table and researching. I could see the tension in his muscles while he propped up his head with his right hand. It didn’t took me very long to feel sorry, my mood changing again.

But before I even had the chance to think about apologizing, Sam entered the room and it was Dean’s turn to have a shower.
I quickly closed my eyes, hoping that Sam wouldn’t ask questions and would leave me alone.

About ten minutes later, I was already zoning out, I felt Dean next to me because of the lowering of the matress due to his weight and of course his shoulder that was pressed against mine.

“I’m sorry.”, I whispered so that only he could hear it before I opened my eyes and turned my eyes to look at him.
“I just wanted to help.”, he murmured, his facial expression tensed telling me that he was still mad at me. Without thinking I took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers and feeling the tension slowly vanishing.

“I know. I’m just super sensitive at the moment.”, I mumbled, hoping he would get it. But he just looked at me, confused and tired. “I’m… um, it’s just… it’s this time of the month again.”, I explained and his eyes widened slightly before he nodded. “Oh.”

I fell asleep several minutes later with Dean next to me and his fingers between mine, which wasn’t romantic in any way. It was simply platonic
Our relationship was platonic even though Sam said different things I was pretty sure that there wasn’t anything romantic going on between Dean and me.
It was simply platonic.

And I was also not in love with Dean Winchester.

But when I woke up to Dean pulling my small body into him, I did feel a weird feeling in my stomach and it wasn’t my period, that was for sure.
I felt Dean’s strong arms under my head and around my waist while his chest covered my back. “Dean?”, I asked and only got a quiet groan as a reply.

I didn’t remember the reason why I let him sleep, probably because of his lack of sleep. But I did remember how my heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds when I felt his lips on the back of my neck. Warm and soft.

One kiss, then another, then another…

And then, him mumbling my name… I couldn’t move like my body was bewitched while his lips trailed over to my shoulder. “Dean?”, I asked again and I turned around a bit, feeling the grib on my waist tighten and his lips wandering to my neck.

My face was hot. Very hot and probably red like a tomato. Dean groaned again when he started sucking on my neck and I let out a unwanted moan.

I looked over Dean’s shoulder to Sam, panicking and checking wether he was sleeping. He was asleep. Thank god…

Slowly getting calmer, I let Dean kiss me and started to enjoy the feeling of his slightly wet lips on my sensitive skin.
My eyes closed without me wanting it, taking in Dean’s scent which mostly consisted of cheap soap.

I didn’t wanted to admit it but I liked it. The whole situation.
Dean’s scent around me, the warmth coming from him, his strong arms around me and the fact that he was probably dreaming about me while kissing my neck.

“Dean!”, I raised my voice when I got out of my trance and he groaned again.
But this time he finally woke up, his face in the crook of my neck and his arms holding me near him.
In a second, his beautiful face was as red as mine while he let go of me.

Without a word I hurried into the bathroom to go to the toilet and to brush my teeth, wanting to feel clean again.
I quickly brushed my hair without really looking into the mirror.

“I’m going to buy some pie.”, I mumbled before leaving the motel and Dean just nodded, not saying his usual words “That’s my girl.”

When I got back about half an hour later, Dean was packing his stuff and Sam wasn’t in bed anymore. “Where’s-”, I began and Dean answered before I even ended the sentence, “Bathroom.”.

“Here, I already packed your stuff. I hope you don’t mind ‘cause of your… Nevermind.”, he mumbled while he handed me my backbag. We stood still for a moment, his incredibly green eyes wandering to my neck and staying there. He cleared his throat before he looked at me again and then continued, “Sam said that we should wait in the car.”

After he finished packing everything in his back we went over to the Impala where I remembered the pie in my plastic bag that I totally forgot surprisingly.
“That’s for you by the way.”, I told Dean as he leaned against his car.

His green eyes lit up at my words while his smile widened. “You’re the best.”, he grinned at me, not even looking at the pie I gave him. He also took my bag out of my hand to put it and the pie on the back seat.

And before I knew it, his lips were on mine. Not on my back, not on my shoulder, not on my neck. No, they met my lips and slowly moved, filling me up with excitement. His right hand wandered up to caress my cheek while his nose brushed against mine.

I knew that it was definitely too late now. And maybe I even knew that already in the morning. There was no point of trying to hide it from myself.

I was in love with him.
And I let myself melt into his body, my hands roaming up over his body while his arms wrapped around my back to lift me up. I laughed against his while I folded my arms behind his head and deepened the kiss.

A few moments later Sam appeared put of nowhere and cleared his throat. Dean and I separated quickly but kept close. And of course, he had to comment what he saw, “Told you she would let you kiss her.”

After Sam sat in the car, I saw Dean still smirking at me. “I wouldn’t have kissed you if Sam hadn’t told me about you letting me kiss you this morning.”
“What? I thought he was asleep!”, i exclaimed, making him chuckle and pulling me into a hug.

“I’m sorry by the way. I didn’t know that… well, I was dreaming that you and I…”, he whispered, his lips brushing over my ear.
“It’s fine. I mean, I can’t complain. And sharing a bed with you is always fun. It never hurts to have such a gorgeous sleeping beauty next to me.”, I mumbled into his shoulder before he pulled himself back to lock into my eyes.

He smiled at me a few seconds before he leaned down to kiss me again. With a quick movement he turned us, my back hitting the Impala when his hips pressed me against his car. There wasn’t much time before this kiss escalated. His tongue tracing over my lower lip, causing my knees to get weak and my body to melt even more into him.

We were interrupted by Sam, his knuckles knocked against the half-open window. “Honestly, you lovebirds, we have work to do.”, he laughed and Dean groaned loadly when we parted, my head instinctively following his.

He looked down at me sweetly, his eyes not even fully opened and he pecked my lips again before he pressed a kiss on my fore head.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”, he sighed quietly before he let go of me and we got into the car.

Sam just smirked at Dean and then turned around to look at me, smirking at me as well while Dean was concentrated on the road.
“Nice hickey you got there.”, Sam mentioned and my eyes instantly widened as my hand reached up to my neck.

As soon as I locked into the mirror I saw Dean staring at me. Then he winked, making my face heat up but a smile formed on my lips.

This was the beginning of something new. Something different.
And I was really happy about Dean dreaming about me and also Sam not being awake.

Don’t Say Anything (part 9)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

A/N: I think this fic is coming to an enddddddd. Also how have you been? Are you well rested? How was your day? How’s school going? How’s your job? I care about you guys, man.


Steve breathed in, opening his eyes and looking at his - very stupid - best friend. He tried very calmly to process all of the information Bucky had just thrown at him all at once.

“So let me get this straight,” he spoke in a soft tone. “You’re dating Natasha at the moment.” Bucky nods. “And all of a sudden you like Y/N?”

Bucky let out a deep sigh. “When you say it like that, it sounds bad. ‘All of a sudden’.” he mocked.

“I’m just trying to understand how one minute you’re happy with Nat and the next you want to be with Y/N.”

“It wasn’t like that.” Steve gave his friend a confused look, causing the brunette to continue. “I think it was a long time coming. At one point in time I had a small crush on Y/N but never did anything about it. I thought she just saw me as her friend so I pushed aside my feelings for her. I didn’t want to lose the friendship I had with her. Then Nat came around and she made me forget about my feelings for Y/N, even if it was only for a few hours.”

“So you’re using Natasha.” Steve stated.

“Don’t say it like that!” Bucky hissed, shoving Steve’s shoulder. “But yeah, I guess I am. I never really got over Y/N. The feelings I have for her just lingered in the back of my mind and I tried my best to distract myself from them.”

“Bucky.” Steve groaned. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why string Natasha along all this time! What has she done to deserve this?”

Bucky sighed. “I forced myself to believe that I liked her in that way. She’s a great person and not gonna lie, the make out sessions were amazing. And don’t get me started on the-”

Steve cleared his throat, bringing his best friend back to reality. Bucky muttered an apology and ran his fingers through his hair.

“You have to sort this shit out, Bucky.” he sighed. “What are you gonna do?”

“I have to talk to Nat first, tell her I’m sorry for everything. I hope I didn’t ruin her friendship with Y/N.” the super soldier responds.

“You royally fucked up my friend.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yeah thanks for reminding me.”

Bucky thinks back to all the times he’s hung out with you. How much he loved watching movies with you because no matter what, your fingers would always find their way to his hair. He loved calling you baby doll, seeing your cheeks tint pink and holding back a grin but ultimately failing at doing so.

There was a reason he always reminded you of how beautiful you looked because to him, you looked beautiful all the time. In his head, he knew no one could take you from him. He knew he couldn’t be replaced and he knew you couldn’t be replaced - by anyone.

So why had he tried replacing you with Natasha?

Too much thinking made his brain hurt and he let out a whimper. “Tell me how bad I’ve messed up again.”

“You’ve messed up so bad, Nat might cut your balls off and hang them on her wall.” Steve wasted no time. It’s like he was waiting for this moment to come because there was absolutely no hesitation. “You’ve messed up so bad that Y/N might reject you because you hurt her best friend.” Bucky huffed. “You’ve messed up so bad that-”

“Alright, alright, I get it you asshole.” Bucky barked, throwing a pillow Steve’s way. It hit his face and fell onto his lap.

“So you choose Y/N?” Steve questioned to confirm.

“Yeah.” he nods. “I hate to say it but Nat was just a distraction.”

“How long was it going on before you told us?”

“A year.”

“Bucky!”

“It wasn’t even serious, Steve!” Bucky held his hands up to protect himself from the pillow being thrown at him. “What we had was a fling. All we would do was talk and fuck. That’s it. We didn’t actually start dating until the night we told all of you. We talked about it a couple of hours before dinner.”

“That doesn’t make it okay!”

“I know, I know.” he stands up. “I have to go find Nat and talk to her.”

But before Bucky could walk away, Steve grabbed his arm. “Now might not be the best time to talk to her. She’s in Y/N’s room with her and Wanda. They’re having ‘girl time’. Whatever that means.”

“How do you know that?”

“I bumped into them, taking cookies and other things into the room but before I could ask what they were doing, Wanda said they’re having girl time and not to bother them for the rest of the day.”

Bucky sat down slowly. You and Natasha were going to be in a room. Together. It had only been three days since Nat accused Bucky of liking Y/N and after many, many talks with his friends (much like the one he just had with Steve), Bucky finally figured out his feelings. For both Natasha and Y/N.

He hoped Nat didn’t say anything about their little argument to Y/N. He wanted to talk to her first. Bucky sat back on the couch and looked over at his friend.

“Why does the universe hate me?”


“We haven’t done this in so long.” Natasha sighed as the three of you sat in your room. Nat was painting Wanda’s toes and you were laying down beside them, flipping through a magazine.

“Yeah..” you hummed. You weren’t about to tell her that the reason you’ve been distancing yourself from her was because you were madly in love with her boyfriend and that seeing them together felt like someone was stabbing you directly in the heart with ten knives all at once.

“How’d you detach Pietro from Y/N?” Nat asks Wanda who was munching on a cookie.

“I told Sam to occupy him for the day.” she replied.

“It couldn’t have been that easy. This is Sam we’re talking bout.”

“I have to do his laundry for two weeks.”

You snort as you flip the page. “That’s the Sam I know and love.”

“Speaking of love..” Nat trails off, sitting up and looking at you. “What’s the update with the guy you’re madly in love with?”

You take a bite of your animal cookie, not looking at Natasha as you flipped another page. “There is no update.”

“What do you mean there’s not an update?”

“I mean there’s not an update. He has a girlfriend so there’s no point in pining after him.” you calmly respond.

“So? Y/N you’ve been in love with this guy for years. Break them up and get with him.” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing to do.

You look over at Wanda and give her a look, basically pleading her to change the subject. She understands you immediately.

“I love the color, Nat. What is it?” Wanda spoke as she wiggled her toes.

“It’s called Miss Behave.” the red head winked, causing Wanda to laugh.

“Well I love it. It’s really pretty.” she brings her hand up to her face. “Maybe you could paint my nails to match my toes.”

You let out a sigh of relief as Natasha agrees to paint her nails. You wait a few seconds before relaxing and trading out your magazine for another one.

You silently thank Wanda when Nat starts speaking again. “How about this: you tell me who this guy is an I’ll talk to him. I just wanna talk.”

“No.”

“It’s just a talk, Y/N. I won’t even bring my gun.”

“No, Natasha.”

“This guy broke your big heart, let me avenge it.”

You started to get irritated and you got up, placing the magazine on your nightstand. Stay calm, Y/N. Just. Stay. Calm.

Wanda notices the look on your face and licks her lips. “Uh.. Hey Nat have you seen the new episode of Law & Order? It’s absolutely crazy!”

“Not now, Wanda.” she turns her attention back to you. “You’re obviously not over this guy, Y/N.”

You whip around. “So what if I’m not? It’s just a little crush. It’ll bypass in no time.”

“Guys..” Wanda’s voice gave off a warning tone.

“It’s been five years.” Natasha reminds you and you clench your fists. Stay calm and don’t cry.

“So?”

“So this isn’t ‘just a little crush’. You’re in love with this dude!”

“Natasha, just drop it.” Wanda says in a soft tone. She knew where this was headed and she tried shutting it down.

The red head looks over at the brunette and glared at her. “No, I’m not going to just drop it. Y/N’s wasted five years on this asshole, Wanda. We’re her best friends. We need to teach that douchebag a lesson.”

“She’s right, just drop it. Nothing will change.” you spoke, trying so hard not to break down. You were afraid that if she continued to push the subject, you’d tell her everything. You didn’t want to break her heart; to betray her. What kind of person likes their best friends boyfriend? How fucked up is that? She couldn’t find out.

“Just tell me who he is!” Natasha was beginning to get frustrated. After all, she just wanted to make the guy pay for hurting her best friend.

“No!” you shout. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Fuck! Your eyes fill with tears and when you blink, they roll down your cheeks, staining them.

“Nat she’s crying, just leave it be.” Wanda grips Natasha’s forearm but she yanks it away, not listening to her.

“Why won’t you tell me who he is!? It’s fucking simple Y/N!” her arms are waving all over the place and her face is as red as her hair from yelling. “You know about me and Bucky so why can’t I know who this dude is!?”

“Stop pressuring her!”

Your tears blurred your vision so all you could see was a red blob and you sobbed loudly before shouting; “Because it’s Bucky!”


A/N: ohhhh noooo oh my gawd. Tell me what ya think!

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The Past On Your Doorstep - AU

Dean x Reader

Summary: After more than 4 years Dean knocks on your door, surprising the hell out of you. Then it’s his turn to be surprised when he sees a little girl standing next to you.

A/N: Moving this fic from my side blog @canyonic to my main one.

Word Count: 1900+

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gay-street  asked:

Best auror partners fics?

AGHHH MY WEAKNESS (okay so I have many weaknesses but still lmao)

Drarry + Auror partners

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (149k)
Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.
(A classic by one of my favorite authors. This was the fic that got me into Auror!Harry. So hilarious, so many feels, so well-written, I love it.)

Countdown by dysonrules (14.5k)
When the Wizarding world is plagued by random outbreaks of Dark Magic, the Ministry assigns Curse-Breakers to assist Auror teams on their missions. Harry shouldn’t be surprised when Draco Malfoy is assigned to his team, but is Malfoy a Curse-Breaker, or a curse-bringer?
(I’m never getting over this fic with its random domesticity like Harry bribing Draco to come over and make him pancakes. Funny, precious, lovely.) 

The Venice Job by nishizono (25k)
Harry Potter was one of the youngest Aurors in history. He was the Boy Who Lived, and the Boy Who Lived Again. He loved Guinness and Quidditch, and hated pineapple. He wrote letters to Hagrid every Thursday, and on Sundays, he visited Hermione and Ron. Harry Potter was also not gay.
(Absolutely hilarious writing, Draco’s waltzing poetry over his coffee and sneaking sugar cubes are my favess. First scene sets the tone, try it!)

Highlands by Seefin (16k)
The tent was a joke, that was basically the only explanation he could come up with as to why the Aurors would send he and Draco on a several-month mission with only their most basic model. Once, when Harry had been on one of the big ones, the kind of mission where there was a little Auror camp out in the wilderness, twenty or so tents all pitched practically on top of each other, he had slept in one with two stories. Actually it was more of a mezzanine level, but still. Their current one didn’t even have a fucking toilet. And if Harry were allowed to communicate with anyone other than Draco then he would definitely be lodging an official complaint right about now.
(SHARING A TENT. COOKING. ACCIDENTAL PUNS. Draco is sarcastic, Harry has an internal crisis, they have lots of sex. Also the writing is A++.)

Take the Air by dysonrules (52k)
Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the most annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry.
(Animagus!Harry in this takes one of my favorite forms of his. We have sweetness, heartbreaking ostracized!Draco, and nice characterizations.)

Whoo Knew? by oceaxe (18k)
Despite having had a crush on his Auror partner for years, Draco’s been biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his case. But when Harry subscribes to a new wizarding personals service, Draco gets a wake-up call. With new each message that arrives for Harry from a hopeful suitor, it becomes more and more clear that the time to act has arrived.
(SCREAMSSS I LOVE THIS FIC. The pining is excruciating but oh-so-good, the funny moments, everything. It just gets better the more I read it, too.)

Crystal Clear by ICMezzo (6.7k)
Harry customizes a snow globe. Draco listens to centaur weather reports. Ron investigates the height of Pansy’s boots. And Hermione knows even more than everything, as usual. (No one signs up for the class for lactating witches.)
(So sweet and so hilarious, Draco gives Harry ridiculous pet names, Harry is really bad at hiding things, all the fluffffff. I love this fic so much okay.)

• It’s the Love of the Chase (That Created the Ride) by lumosed_quill (13k)
Draco and Harry are new Auror partners. It’s a bit dull. Until they finally see some spell action and things get a lot more interesting (in Draco’s pants).
(This is a treasure among Drarry fics and I can’t get over it. Friends-with-benefits-to-lovers, hotness, powerful!Harry, a bit of angst. Yesss.)

Looking At You (Post CACW Winteriron)(Part One)

Welcome to the story! I am honestly so excited to share this one with you. Winteriron is my FAVORITE, and even though this story will be sad and hard to read in some spots, I hope you all love it like I do.

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I tagged everyone who liked/reblogged the post yesterday, but if you would like to be taken off the list please just let me know. If you would like to be tagged in updates, just like or reblog for me!

Enjoy :)
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Prologue
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“Hey, Tony can I–”

“Jesus.” The plate Tony was holding shattered across the kitchen floor when it slipped through his fingers. “Jesus, Steve sorry about that. Sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Steve said with a frown, and Tony just shook his head.

“It’s fine. Just lost a little in my head is all.” He bent down to start cleaning up the mess.

“Let me hel–”

“I got it.” Tony waved him away. “What can I do for you, Captain?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could take a look at Bucky’s arm? It’s been freezing up or not flexing or something and it’s hurting him quite a bit. I told him you’d be happy to help him with it.”

Happy to help–” Tony cleared his throat. “That’s fine. But I’m busy, so send him to Banner. He’s got access to everything in the lab anyway.”

“I was hoping you would–”

“I’m busy, Steve.” Tony wiped his hands on his pants and raised his eyebrows. “Banner is smarter than me anyway, he will find a fix faster than I can. Sorry, I just can’t right now. Sorry.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll just take him to Banner then.” Steve sent him an odd look, but turned and left anyway, and Tony sank down into a chair, sitting on his hands so it wasn’t quite as obvious they were shaking.
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“Sorry, Clint, uh, you guys, I didn’t realize you were in here.” Tony did an abrupt about face and headed right back out of the room, and Clint raised his eyebrows.

“Tony. It’s not a problem.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” Tony held up his hands peacefully and Natasha narrowed her eyes at him.

“Since when do you care if you are intruding, just come in and sit down. It’s called a common area, Stark.”

“Lay off.” Sam sent her a sharp glance. “You don’t have to say everything like it’s an insult.”

“Excuse me?” Natasha’s voice rose the slightest bit and Tony coughed loudly.

“Hey, it’s all fine. Let’s not fight okay? No worries, no harm no foul. I know she doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s fine. All I needed was my tablet, it’s just there on the end table, I’ll just grab it.”

“Here, Tony.” Sam tossed it to him and Tony caught it, but just barely, bringing it down to his side before anyone noticed the slip.

“Ok. Ok thanks guys. See ya. Sorry again.” He turned and left, trying to slow his breathing down a little.

He hated when they fought.

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Quiet (M)

Jungkook needs to learn to control himself

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A/N: I wrote this in like an hour sorry if it’s not the best

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1345

Content/Warning: Smut this is all smut nothing but smut, sub!jungkook, switch!jungkook, public foreplay


Jungkook places his hand on top of yours and leans in to whisper, “Babe, stop it.”

“Stop what?” You ask innocently, pressing your hand harder into his crotch.

Jungkook let’s out a squeak only you can hear.

“Y/N, has Jungkook told you about all the research he’s contributed to our company? Because of him, our brand is doing better than ever.” Jungkook’s CEO and coworkers look at you, awaiting your response.

“Oh yes, I’m very proud of him. When we first met, I had no idea how much of a genius he really is.” You let out a small laugh and give your husband’s hardening dick a squeeze.

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Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles

Here’s my latest entry for @sterek-bingo! I’ve never tried writing a soulmate AU before, so this was a ton of fun. Enjoy!

This story was written for the Soulmates square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).


Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles

Stiles has always maintained that if Scott weren’t quite so slow on the uptake, they could totally be soulmates.

When they were kids, this thought depressed him; now, he has to admit, he’s more relieved than anything else. He loves Scotty to pieces, but jeez, does Allison have to put up with a lot. Besides, although platonic soulmates do exist, very occasionally, Stiles is a romantic at heart, and he definitely, definitely doesn’t see Scott that way.

It happened when they were four years old, and they met at the playgroup both their moms sent them to. They’d been doing that thing kids do when they play alongside each other but not actually together, and as a consequence they’d spent the entire morning together without actually talking. That was enough for Stiles to decide that he wanted Scott as his soulmate.

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anonymous asked:

Being the daughter of Wendy darling and falling in love with Harry Hook would include? (Sorry if that's too specific omg I love all your stuff)

  • obviously you know every single one of your mother’s stories by heart

  • especially the horrors she’s told you about captain hook

  • you’re close friends with ben so when he asks you to be a part of showing the new kids around you say yes

  • the first time you see him you’re pretty sure your heart stops beating

    • holy crap he’s hot

  • the glare of the sun off of the hook in his hand snaps you back into the reality that this is the son of your mom’s worst enemy. 

    • but like

      • jesus just look at him

  • ben pairs off the VKs with the other AKs and lo and behold you’re with Harry.

    • mental note; make sure to hang ben from the flag pole after this

  • so like you take harry around the grounds, pointing out the significant details as you try and ignore the constant feeling of his eyes on you

  • “So if you don’t mine me asking, who’s your parent?”

    • oh lord 

  • “Wendy Darling.”

    • you could practically hear the smirk on his face

  • “We’re gonna have fun together, love.”

  • to your surprise (but literally everyone else knew it was bound to happen) you and harry became fast friends

  • like harry comes up with any and every excuse to spend time with you

  • you and harry are at your favorite spot on campus one day about two and a half months after he arrived when he asks you out

    • obvi you say yes bc like you’d be crazy not to

  • and when you guys come walking hand in hand up to the dorms multiple amounts of money are exchanged between multiple pairs of people including mal & ben

  • you’ve only been together for like a month but you could feel yourself falling for him and that’s scary enough never mind the fact that more than half the people at school still don’t trust any of the VKs and consider you a traitor (and the other way around for some of the VKs towards harry)

  • everything’s perfect until one day a stupid prince ‘accidentally’ lets it slip that harry’s only using you to get to Neverland so he can avenge his father

  • like your entire world comes crashing down as your standing in the middle of the cafeteria 

    • because as much as you try not to you can’t help the fact that the thought that harry’s using you from some reason has crossed your mind a few times

  • so the only thing your able to do is drop your tray onto the ground and all but run out of the cafeteria.

  • harry sees this, he stands up from his table in the corner and against uma’s wishes follows you out the door

    • not before ‘accidentally’ hitting the prince in the head with his hook.

  • he knows exactly where you’re going as soon as he saw you leave so he doesn’t waste time trying to find you. 

  • and in all honesty harry doesn’t really know how to approach this situation bc on the isle relationships didn’t last this long or if they did no one questioned them everyone just kinda did their own thing.

  • but he sees you with your head in your knees leaning against the tree where he took you on your guys’ first date and his heart drops further than he ever thought possible.

    • although he still doesn’t know what to say so he just sits down next to you and puts his arms around your shoulders to try and comfort you the best way he can

    • the lil smile that appears on his face when you lean into his shoulder because then he knows you’re not mad at him 

  • “what he said isn’t true love, c’mon, deep down you know that.”

  • although he claims he doesn’t know how to handle these types of situations he’s able to make you laugh and smile and feel better 

  • “you know i grew up on the isle and everything, and i really…i really don’t know what love is but Y/N i think i’m falling in love with you and i don’t want some stupid prince to ruin that.”

  • you smile, pulling his lips down onto yours and closing your eyes 

  • “harry hook, i’m falling in love with you, no stupid prince will ruin that.”
Tom Holland Imagine - Love Me Now

request: a tom imagine based on the song love me now by john legend

a/n: idk if this is any good? i’m not the greatest at analysing song meanings so idk if i used the song right, let me know

word count: 1370

masterlist: (x)

Pulling me further
Further than I’ve been before
Making me stronger
Shaking me right to the core, oh
I don’t know what’s in the stars
Never heard it from above, the world isn’t ours
But I know what’s in my heart
If you ain’t mine I’ll be torn apart

People questioned your relationship with Tom from the very beginning. You were from different worlds; he was a famous movie star, travelling across the globe in private jets, hanging out with Hollywood stars and dining in five star restaurants where the appetisers alone cost more than your weekly food shop; you were a student, studying at university in London, barely getting by with your student loan. When he had first spied you in his local pub near his home, Tom couldn’t stop looking at you. He wanted to go up to you and talk to you so badly, but he was nervous and was scared he would say something stupid and mess his chances up with you. He knew if he didn’t introduce himself before you left he’d hate himself for the rest of his life.

“If you’re not mine,” he said. “I think I’ll be torn apart.”

You hit it off straight away, and you had your first date the next weekend. You fell in love with one another fast, your emotions heightened since Tom would soon be off globetrotting again. You spent every opportunity you could together. He insisted you made him a better person, he couldn’t imagine a life where you weren’t his. The distance strained your relationship at times, pulling you apart from him physically and mentally, but you’d always find a way to make it work. You couldn’t live without him, nor could he without you.

I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone
So I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

After six years of dating, after you graduated university and found yourself a full time job, after Tom won his first Oscar - and the one after that, after you bought your first house together, Tom proposed to you. It was on a rainy Tuesday afternoon whilst walking Tessa on a hike up a hill. The two of you reached the top of the trail and sat on the same bench overlooking the English countryside you always sat on as Tessa ran wildly around your feet.

“Life is short,” he said. The seriousness of his comment had taken you aback. “And I don’t want to think about what my life would be like if you were taken away from me, or if I was taken from you. Whenever it is, ten, twenty, sixty years, whatever. Whatever reason, I know it’d kill me if this ever ended.” He was sweating even though the air was cold. You were confused. “So I don’t want to think about that, I don’t want to think about the end, because I don’t know what the future is gonna hold, I want to think about the now. I want to love you right now, like it’s all I have. I want you to love me now. I know there is no better person on earth for me than you, and I know I can be the perfect man for you. I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone, when I die, or- but I know nobody is capable of loving you as much as I do.” He reached into his pocket, struggling to pull out whatever it was he was looking for from his jeans. He opened the little black box, his grandmother’s ring sitting pretty inside. “Will you be my wife?”

Something inside us knows there’s nothing guaranteed
Yeah, girl, I don’t need you to tell me that you’ll never leave, no
When we’ve done all that we could to turn darkness into light, turn evil to good
Even when we try so hard for that perfect kind of love, it could all fall apart

“And finally, my beautiful wife,” Tom said into the microphone, your wedding guests watching tearfully as he neared the end of his speech. “The thing with you, baby, is we’ve both learnt not to take this for granted, what we have - like anything, there’s nothing guaranteed in life. I knew, from that very first day in the little shitty pub near my old house, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew one day we would be here on our wedding day, and I knew from that day you would make me the happiest man on earth. Like any relationship, we’ve had our challenges, our ups and downs and whatever, we’ve both threatened to leave, and sometimes we did,” he laughed as you looked up at him, tears pricking your eyes as you smiled. “But I can’t live without you. We always came back. We always managed to turn the darkness into light. You’re my soulmate, and there is no-one I would rather spend my life with. Thank you for everything you do, everything you have done and will do, I am grateful for it all. The past seven years, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have been put on this planet at the same time as you, and how I’m even luckier that it’s me that gets to wake up next to you every morning. I hope I can give you all the love you deserve and more, and you deserve a lot of love baby. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He cleared his throat as he picked up his champagne flute. “So if you could all please raise your glasses, and toast the greatest woman to walk this world, my wife.”

And who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone?
Oh I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
And I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

“So that’s it then?!” He screamed, banging his fist against the doorframe. Tessa cowered underneath the kitchen table, whimpering as Tom raised his voice. “You’re just gonna leave?”
“Please stop shouting,” you tried. “I just, it’s too much sometimes! The media are so involved in my life now, I just want to be normal. I just need a break.” Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks as Tom leaned against the wall with his arms, his head bent down with his forehead touching the bricks, trying to calm himself.
“You’re my wife.” He said.
“I know that,” you twisted the rings on your fourth finger of your left hand.
“Please don’t leave me,” he begged, suddenly his voice was quiet, wobbly from his tears. “I know it’ll kill me when it’s over. I don’t want this to be over.”
“Tom-”
“Please,” he whispered. “I don’t want to think about a life without you. I want you to love me now. We don’t need a break, I don’t want to stop loving you, not for a second. Please, just love me now.”

Oh I don’t know how the years will go down, it’s alright
Let’s make the most of every moment tonight

After four more years of marriage, two kids, one more dog and a move to Los Angeles, you and Tom were better than ever. He kissed your temple as you stood in the doorway of the nursery together, watching your youngest child sleep.

“You know all those years ago, before we met in that pub,” you whispered. “I never thought I would be living a life as good as this. I didn’t know how the years would go down, but you- you just make everything so good.” Tom smiled, leaning his head against yours. “When we have shit times, I just stop and look at you and I know it’s alright, it’s always going to be alright when I’m with you.” Tom pressed his lips against yours for a second. “I don’t ever want to take you for granted,” you continued. “Let’s make the most of every moment.”

vernon using you ↴
  • prepare for some angst guys
  • vernon was given a task by jihoon and pledis
  • to compose a song that’d be on svt’s new album
  • but vernon had no inspiration
  • he had no idea where to start
  • and jihoon was too busy writing his own songs to help him
  • “what wrong man?” 
  • mingyu looked concered
  • vernon sighed before answering
  • “I don’t even know where to start on this song”
  • mingyu sat up before asking
  • “what’s the concept you’re going for?”
  • “romance? first love? I don’t know”
  • vernon rubbed his face in stress
  • “have you even experienced those things?”
  • mingyu let out a chuckle but it didn’t ease vernon
  • “no” vernon was salty
  • how could he expect to write a love song
  • without experiencing love first hand?
  • “maybe you should try” mingyu suggested
  • “who? I have less than a week”
  • vernon’s mind was racing, desperate for ideas
  • “what about y/n?” 
  • “no, no way!” vernon shook his head
  • “come on dude, you guys have been friends for so long”
  • vernon stood silent before responding
  • “I don’t see her that way, she’s like a sister to me”
  • vernon and you had been friends for six years
  • “just try, there’s no way a male and a female can be friends that long without catching feelings”
  • mingyu was really pushing the idea
  • which only made vernon consider it even more
  • “where do I start?”
  • mingyu explained the steps to being romantic
  • he gave him tips on asking you out to lunch dates and movies
  • so vernon took his advice into action
  • he asked you out to lunch at a famous deli in seoul
  • you showed up in your best attire
  • you knew vernon was too busy for you
  • but that didn’t stop you from catching feelings for him
  • you’ve seen him in his worst moments
  • and of course a girl with a crush would dress up to impress
  • “you look amazing y/n”
  • vernon stood when he saw you
  • “thank you, not too bad yourself”
  • vernon helps you sit and pushes you in
  • you’re confused at first because he’s never done this before
  • you both were always comfortable around each other
  • and he seemed a little tense
  • “what’s wrong? are you okay?”
  • “yeah! why? I can’t treat my best friend nicely?” 
  • vernon laughed and you blushed
  • his smile lit up the whole world
  • and it sent electricity through your body
  • you and vernon ate lunch together
  • and afterwards you both went to see a movie
  • vernon paid for the popcorn and drinks ofc
  • “here” he handed you the popcorn
  • but it slipped out of your hands
  • both you and vernon bend down to collect the wasted popcorn
  • but your heads bump
  • you and vernon make eye contact 
  • and you laugh while you rub your head
  • vernon’s expression was surprising
  • he examined your smile and your eyes that lit up
  • you were beautiful
  • and for the first time, he saw you more than just a friend
  • “vernon? you okay? hit your head too hard?” 
  • you touch his forehead 
  • and he flinched underneath your warm touch 
  • you look at him confused
  • but vernon was feeling a thousand feelings all at once
  • “im sorry”
  • he clears his throat and continues to pick up the popcorn
  • vernon arrived back at the dorm
  • and mingyu perked his head up, eager for details
  • “how was it?”
  • vernon drops the keys on the table
  • “I think I like her” 
  • he couldn’t believe it himself
  • “I think I didn’t understand my own feelings”
  • vernon was in love with you
  • but he didn’t know it
  • “dude this is great! this could be a good song!”
  • days passed and vernon was spending so much time with you
  • more than usual
  • but you weren’t complaining
  • you loved when he gave you attention
  • and you couldn’t help but think he has feelings for you too
  • it was friday and vernon called you up for a day at the beach 
  • you happily agreed 
  • vernon picked you up and you both drove off
  • “the guys are meeting us there later, is that okay?”
  • “yeah that’s fine!”
  • you both arrive and vernon sets up with towels
  • you removed your shoes and headed towards the beach
  • but vernon’s hand stopped you
  • “y/n I need to tell you something”
  • your stomach dropped
  • your immediate thought was negative
  • “yes?”
  • vernon guides you to sit down on the towels he set up
  • vernon’s hair blows slightly in the wind
  • and his stare was towards the sea
  • you admired him even more
  • he cleared his throat before speaking
  • “I like you, a lot”
  • he finally turns his head and looks at you
  • you almost choke on air
  • taken aback by his blunt confession
  • but you were washed in relief 
  • “I like you too” 
  • vernon’s eyes didn’t leave yours
  • and it was only seconds before he closed the space between you
  • with a kiss
  • it was like everything you had imagined
  • everything you hoped for
  • he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours
  • you both smile at each other
  • “now lets go play”
  • he gets up and removes his shirt
  • he begins to run towards the water
  • you gave him a head start while you removed your cover up
  • but you hear vernon’s phone ding
  • “hansol! you got a text!” 
  • “check it for me!”
  • you followed his order and picked up his phone from his backpack
  • you read the message from the lockscreen
  • jihoon: so did it work with y/n? were you able to catch feelings for the song?
  • your mouth dropped
  • your hand dropped the phone
  • your heart dropped
  • everything dropped
  • tears threaten to spill from your eyes
  • everything vernon’s been doing…
  • was for a song?
  • you didn’t even want to face him
  • you grabbed your bag and slipped on your sandals
  • and you ran off the beach
  • “y/n! where are you going?!”
  • vernon runs but you’re already off the beach
  • he stops at the towels and reaches for his phone
  • he read the message and sighed heavily
  • “oh god” 
  • he threw his phone and rubbed his face
  • days passed 
  • and you kept ignoring vernon’s calls and texts
  • until vernon had enough of it
  • he went up to your place and knocked on your door
  • he wanted to get the misunderstanding clear
  • you open the door and it reveals vernon
  • but anger rises up in you as soon as you see him
  • you attempted to close the door but he stopped you
  • “let me explain myself”
  • “why? so you can use me again?”
  • he sighed before looking straight into your eyes
  • “please”
  • “three minutes”
  • you remove your hand from the door and let him in
  • “I was tasked to write a song, and I was stuck. It was supposed to be about a first love, but at the time, I had no idea it was you, until that day at the movies, when I saw the way your eyes lit up, I knew I had more than just friendly feelings towards you. And I know your feelings are way too precious and I shouldn’t have played with them, but now my feelings are real. And it took me a while to figure it out because I was so confused! But now I realize -”
  • vernon took a closer step to you and spoke softly
  • “I realized that I love you”
  • you were heartbroken his intentions weren’t real at first
  • but you knew he was being honest 
  • you could tell
  • and vernon was never good with feelings
  • he was just confused
  • and he didn’t understand
  • and you couldn’t lie to him
  • you felt the exact same way no matter how bad he hurt you
  • “I love you too”
  • you barely heard your own voice
  • but vernon sure did
  • he quickly pulled you into a hug 
  • quickly kissing you after
  • “I don’t deserve you after what i did”
  • he rubs a tear off your cheek
  • but you just smile at him
  • “of course you deserve me”
  • you sniffed and vernon smiled warmly at your cuteness
  • “I love you so much” he hugged you tight
  • “I love you too”

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After Ice

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

A/N: I was really bitter that everyone just left Cheryl to go to the jubilee while she was still shaking from a suicide attempt, I also just want her to have someone to love and protect her because she deserves it u kno? 

Summary: Maybe everyone else left for the jubilee but that hasn’t ever been Y/N’s thing. Nothing is more important than Cheryl when it comes to her. 

Word Count: 2,890

Warnings: Mentions of a suicide attempt, Cheryl finally getting the love she deserves. 

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Off Limits - Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,377

Summary: Sam tells Dean that the reader is off limits. Dean’s never been one to follow the rules…

Part 1


“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sam grumbles loudly slamming his beer down onto the bar.

Dean doesn’t say a word in response, instead he just flashes his million dollar smile before downing the rest of his drink.

“I will literally kick your ass, man.” Sam narrows his eyes towards his older brother, throwing him off.

“Whoa. You’re really worried aren’t you?”  

“No, Dean. I’m just fucking bored. I figured this would fill my day.” Sam snaps feeling aggravated.

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