i just really love all their apartments cries


I am a slut for the idea that Lance finds his worth/confidence in a solo mission that sort of goes wrong or takes longer than expected, he ends up saving a planet and bonds with blue, acquiring a few battle scars and a new hair cut maybe?? And when he goes back to the team he brings upon a new strength reminding them of the ocean, and so everyone just cries they are so happy he is back because they all sort of fall apart without him,,,,,, pls slide in my dms if anyone actually writes anything similar because i will marry you

Jack at his panel:
  • jack: sorry i can't get off the stage, its against the rules
  • a person apart of the community: *cries*
  • a person apart of the community: *is really nervous*
  • a person apart of the community: *really wants a hug*
  • a person apart of the community: *and/or just really loves him for all he's done for us and is really overwhelmed*
  • a person apart of the community: *exists*
  • jack:
  • jack:
  • jack:
  • jack: ...
  • jack: FUCK THAT
  • jack: *jumps down to hug the person*
Dealing with it - Jughead x Reader

A/N: I’m so sorry anon who requested this!!! I hope this is okay :) I’ll be releasing one more request tonight then I’ll be stopping requests and putting some time towards writing Endgame part 3, thank you so much for waiting guys

Word count: 1402

Warnings: Swears bb

“What is she doing here!?” You heard from behind you, you sighed and looked up at Betty and Veronica, both giving you sympathetic looks.

“Always a pleasure Jones” you said as you rolled your eyes and turned to the raven haired boy.

Jughead looked down at you and raised an eyebrow.

“What!?” You said with a glare, “Well are you going to move over or what?!” He snapped back. You groaned as you moved further into the booth.

“So back to my first question, why is she here” Jughead said as he looked at V and Betty.

“I’m their friend too, Jones” you protested, “I’m sorry, was I talking to you?” He snarled.

“Fuck you Jughead” you said with a broken voice as you jumped over the back of the booth and left Pop’s.

“Y/N” Ronnie called after you but it was too late, you were out the door, her eyes narrowed and she turned to Jughead, “Nice going dickhead.” She said as she grabbed her coat so she could chase after you, leaving Betty to sort out the beanie wearing boy.

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Alright. Long, pro-Spuffy post.

Here we go.

Things to know before we start: I am pro-Spuffy, anti-Bangel. That being said, I do not hate Angel. At all. Or Buffy, even though I get a little heated about her in the post below. I didn’t watch Angel or read the comics. I read the synopses of both and watched the Spike scenes of S5 of Angel (because I love Spike). I am not forgiving Spike for attempting to rape Buffy. So, when we get there, remember I said that. I’m probably gonna be really thorough because I’m really obsessed with this show right now as I just finished it a week ago. Finally, I don’t like comparing Spike and Angel. Whether it’s with a soul or without. However, it’s sort of necessary to explain why I love Spike for Buffy. So, that’s why I’m gonna say again: I don’t hate Angel. But I need to compare the two because, basically, that’s what Buffy has had to do to make her choice. Soooo let’s get into it.

Basically I’m gonna break this down into three-ish Spikes. I won’t, like, stick to it very well, but it’ll be a basic outline. So: Pre-Buffy love, Post-Buffy love, Post-Soul. I’m gonna talk about Human!Spike as well and by the seasons. But let’s start with the Angel/Spike comparison to get it out of the way.

So, many people have said this before but, Spike fell in love with Buffy before the soul. This is important. We’ll come back to that. But let’s get something straight: Angel and Angelus are the same person. Okay, if you lot don’t wanna separate Soulless!Spike and Ensouled!Spike and want to say things like “How can Buffy love him after he attempted to rape her?!”, then we’re not gonna separate Angel and Angelus. Know what that means? Oh, yeah, you do.

It means that Soulless!Angel was, by and large, worse than Soulless!Spike. And not just because of what we saw in present day Buffy. Because of the flashbacks as well. William was once, even without a soul, a sentimental sweetheart. Yes, he still drank people, bad Spike. But it wasn’t until he had been broken and beaten down that he became “William the Bloody.” I mean, look at Angelus and Drusilla. Poor William was crushed when he caught them together. We saw that in S2 of Buffy when Angel was soulless, as well. On the other hand, Angelus didn’t give any shits about anything he did, who he did it to, or what it meant. For Spike, it was power that drove him. For Angelus, it was evil. Angel even said so in Angel. So, back to the before the soul love we were talking about. Spike was capable of it, even sought it out. Angelus could have been capable of it, who knows, but he didn’t want it. He wanted ruin. And, I know we’re all tired of hearing it, but it’s an important point that Angel had 100 years to grow into the soul and where he ended up when we met him in 1997 was basically where Spike was after 1 year with a soul. So. 

Now, that doesn’t mean I wish Angel ill, at all. The whole “Angelus was cursed, him having a soul doesn’t count” argument doesn’t work except to backup what I just said: he didn’t want to be good, until he was forced to be. But he did become good. He tried and he felt the guilt and he atoned and at the end of the day, Angel is one hell of a guy. 

But he’s not the one for Buffy. Here’s why:

When Spike fell for Buffy, he did not do a 180 all of a sudden. Obviously. He was still bad (as much as he could be with the chip) and he was still a douche. The reason that many of us still loved Spike at this point is because that’s Spike. Spike is crass and brutal and a sarcastic little shit. We wouldn’t want it any other way. But he changed. For her and because of her. And that story is so, so powerful. Shall we take a tour?

So, in “School Hard,” Spike comes to Sunnydale. He’s young, free, and in love. He’s also out to bag a third slayer. Who could blame him? He is a vamp, that’s what they do right? Throughout S2 of Buffy we see Spike go through an arc, from a cocky, entitled vampire to a broken, embarrassed, and hurt one. 

Sidebar: I love how, at any given point during Buffy or Angel, you can just tell that Spike is the “baby” vampire between him and Angel. And I don’t mean that in a bad way, it’s just a really great relationship that they have, Angel treating him like an annoying brother and Spike lashing out at him while still feeling inferior.

Back on track. So, he teams up with Buffy. Our first glimpse at a mutually beneficial relationship for the two. Here we get a solidified notion of what Spike+Humanity would look like. The next time we see that is S3 of Buffy, “Lover’s Walk.” Such a great episode for Spike. It shows how much love can drive him crazy but also fill the empty space in him where his soul should be. And it establishes Spike as an extremely intelligent creature, not just the mindless animal we thought him to be before (I’m talking about the “you’ll never be friends” speech, here). 

S4. So Spike’s in Sunnydale looking for invincibility (lol, that lasted a long time, huh?). And then the chip happens. Oh, the chip. This is so important to his arc and, eventually, his and Buffy’s. So, as much as I would like to believe otherwise, Spike wouldn’t have reached for goodness or fallen for Buffy like he did without the chip. In my opinion, he still could’ve “fallen for her,” but it would’ve been much more of a “I want to get in your pants” deal than a “I want you to love me back” deal.

So, the chip neuters William the Bloody. And so he has to integrate himself into the Scoobies as much as he can, not only to get money, but also to kill…demons that is. Mini-sidebar: I love how Spike goes from “I guess I’ll have to kill demons instead” to “I know it’s wrong to kill people, so I’ll kill demons so I still get to kill” to “It’s wrong to kill, but demons are bad, so I will do it to protect the world.” Amazing.

I know, I know. This isn’t a Spike post! Get on with the Spuffy! Sorry, I just love him so much.

Here we are, S5. Spike realizes he loves Buffy. Here’s my take: S5 was Spike’s “unhealthy” phase (for the most part) and S6 was Buffy’s (until the attempted rape, obviously). S7 was peace, but we’ll get there. Okay, so Spike is obsessed with Buffy, right? Not in a cute way. In a I-steal-your-underwear-and-pictures-of-you-from-your-house-and-also-sometimes-also-stalk-outside-the-house-and-I-also-made-a-sex-robot-of-you way. I’d almost go so far as to say he reached actual stalker level what with the chaining her up in his crypt thing. But he didn’t, like, kill Riley or try to hurt her (and he wouldn’t of, either, regardless of the chip because he doesn’t hurt Buffy), so I’ll refrain from calling him a full blown stalker. 

Okay, so from here on in, I’m gonna say something frequently that a lot of you won’t like: I was pissed off at Buffy and Buffy’s treatment of Spike to the point that I can’t go back and watch the full Spuffy scenes that involve her being “revolted” or rejecting him because it just pisses me off so much. 

In S5, Spike’s love for Buffy was incredibly immature. You know when you get into your first relationship and everything is be all, end all? Like, everything they do makes you squee and you have to be around them all the time, but if you have a fight you just get so beyond pissed and sad that your life is falling apart? Yeah, that was Spike. Buffy obviously wasn’t his first, but I do firmly believe that he didn’t hold this type of love for anyone before. His love with Drusilla, for one, was mutual and they were on the same side. I think loving someone that was so opposite him really messed Spike up. He didn’t know how to love her. Not until the soul. 

Okay, Buffy dies. That part where Spike cries??? Jesus Christ, ow. I thought I was dying. S6 now. Spike watched out for Dawn. Just like he said he would. If you don’t think that’s intensely powerful, who are you? He easily could’ve said “Nah, I’m just gonna go back to being alone” and left all of that behind. He didn’t know she was going to come back. But he loved her so much that he erased everything he had been for 100+ years to do the one thing she’d ever asked of him. Not to impress her, but because he knew it was the right thing. Because she treated him like a man.

When. He. Saw. Her. Alive. Again. Oh. My. God. Broke my heart. He counted the days. He was so gentle with her. He let her talk about whatever she wanted, he let her use him, let her do anything and everything just so she’d feel better.

The first real kiss: “Once More, With Feeling.” Oh, yeah. We’re gonna talk about the musical. A lot. Rest in Peace is such a heart breaking song. Because, honestly, Spike is 100% right. He shouldn’t have to suffer because he can’t have Buffy. Confiding in him is one thing, but what Buffy started to do was take advantage of him. That line in the song “You know/you got a willing slave”, explains it perfectly. Walk Through the Fire is a brilliant song, for one. But it also shows how much Spike wishes he could hate her, how he 100% knows that he’ll never do anything but love her, how he’ll follow her to the end of the world, and also how much he understands what it is that she’s going through, like no one else can. Something to Sing About, that little bit at the end that Spike sings to Buffy is so beautiful. All he wants is for her to live. And to want to live, to want to try. Where Do We Go from Here? is a group sing, yes, but for Spike and Buffy it’s sort of like a red herring combined with a really ironic ending (the kiss). It explains why Buffy hadn’t reached out to Spike before then, but also why it failed at the end of S6. It’s all about walking “alone in fear.” Buffy never allowed herself to be loved or to love.

That was too much on the musical, sorry. This is a long ass post. We rage on!

Important Sidebar: Spike never, even in S5-6, expressed his love for Buffy just to get in her pants. Never. He always wanted her to love him back. As fucked up and destructive as the two ended up being, the love Spike had for her was as genuine as it could’ve been at the time. Remember, he didn’t use her, she used him.

So, here’s the thing that pisses me off from this point forward: they kiss, Buffy brushes it off; they have sex, Buffy waves it away, and yet Buffy keeps coming back. Look, I don’t totally blame Buffy. Obviously. I mean, she got pulled out of heaven and then had to dig herself out of her grave. She has her own issues. I respect that. And she didn’t just take it out on Spike. She abused Giles and neglected Willow and whole bunch else. But the bottom line is: by the last third of S6, she knew what she was doing and she was totally clear headed about it. She knew what she was doing before, but she couldn’t stop herself. She needed it, so she could feel. But right around the time Riley showed up and she went to Spike’s and said “Tell me you love me, tell me you want me”, I knew she knew she was tearing into Spike and she didn’t give a damn. From there, the blame falls on Spike.

She breaks it off with him because she doesn’t want to keep using him (further backing up the fact that she knew what she was doing). And Spike loses it. 

Here’s the thing: Rape is not okay, never, ever, but that wasn’t Spike. And I’m not talking about “not Spike” in a soul/no soul way. Spike is Spike, before or after the soul. And besides, people rape other people all the time, and they’ve got souls in them, right? This has nothing to do with the soul. I believe the episode title for the attempted rape episode is “Seeing Red.” That’s what it was. It was Spike in the sense of his body, personality, memories, etc., but that was not Spike’s mind. As I said before, he lost his mind. That’s not an excuse, but you can clearly tell that Spike knew instantly that he’d done something terrible, unforgivable. He was broken and hurt and an empty shell of pain. And the fact that he left Sunnydale to get his soul back, not only for Buffy, but to be a better man testifies that the bathroom scene was simply not him. He wouldn’t of done it as a human, he wouldn’t of done is at William the Bloody, he wouldn’t of done it when he was with Dru, it was a blind, senseless act that he’ll regret until the day he’s dust. That’s not me forgiving him, that’s me saying that all of us do despicable things and if we never reformed or help others reform, we’d have one hell of a miserable world.

Okay, S7. Spike was being controlled/tortured by the First, yes, but I do think that his new soul had something to do with his crazed state. Not as much as the First did, but some. And I say that because, remember Angel? Remember how sad and dilapidated he was because he was wracked with guilt? That’s what happened with Spike. It was just amplified because of the First.

Buffy is wary of him, and that’s good. She should be. But I think she also recognizes immediately, at least on some level, that Spike has changed (more than the obvious I-live-in-the-school-basement thing). When Spike is lucid, she has every right to be nervous like she was in the first chunk of episodes. 

But by the end of S7, the fact that their relationship grows to the point of trust and love demonstrates just how much Spike changed and how good of a man he is.

So, I wanna talk more in depth about the pre-post soul thing. Here’s what I believe: part of the change Spike went through was due to the soul (the guilt he felt forced him to see everything in a different light than before, for example), but part of it was done on his own. Meaning, after the attempted rape, Spike would’ve taken steps to improve who he was anyway. The soul was one of those steps, and it helped him to “recover” fully, but he would’ve had some degree of growth regardless.

So, here we are, with my favorite version of Spike. I know some people don’t like “love’s bitch” Spike or “mushy-gushy” Spike, but I love it. Not because I’m gushy. Jesus, I’m so far from gushy. I love it because Spike went through a huge arc. We met him as William the Bloody, learned about Willy and his past, and what we’re left with at the end of the series is just purely Spike. He’s still sarcastic and a fighter, like William the Bloody, but his humanity and compassion shines through, like Willy. Spike is the perfect, final product of an epic journey of discovery. 

Sorry, back to Spuffy.

Buffy learns to trust Spike again. Because she recognizes that the “bad” things he did (in S7) weren’t his fault, because she recognizes that he’s changed. One of my favorite things to talk about with Spike in S7 is his total backseat attitude when it comes to Buffy. He doesn’t try to get back with her, he tries to be conscious of how/if he’s touching her, he doesn’t make sexual comments/suggestions, he doesn’t confess his love over and over or beg her to forgive him or feel sorry for him. He’s totally and completely letting her have the control. That’s the real reason she trusts him again. Because he’s pure. He doesn’t need to say he loves her over and over or convince her he’s changed because it shows. Even when he doesn’t intend it to, his light shines through and draws Buffy to him once again.

Finally, I want to talk about the last three episodes of the series. The Spuffy moments, that is. At the point of “Touched”, Buffy trusts Spike again. This is one of the few times in the season Spike voices his feelings without filter, and it isn’t for selfish reasons like it sometimes had been in the past. It was to give Buffy confidence and worth. Because he loves her enough to that for her. The speech he gave is one of the best things I’ve ever seen on TV. It’s totally selfless. And when she asks him to stay with her, he’s prepared to sleep in a chair to make her comfortable; but then she asks him to hold her and, no hesitation, he goes to her. The fundamental difference between this Spike and the Spike in S6 is this Spike thought of Buffy first. He heard that she needed him and he went to her. I’d wager that he didn’t want to let himself think “this is the best night of my life” because he didn’t want it to be about him, he wanted to focus on her, be there for her.

And that brings us to “End of Days.” God, the dialogue between the two of them in the last three episodes is just amazing, yeah? The talk they had in the kitchen was so beautiful. Same thing, Spike didn’t want to make that night about him but he admitted that it was the best night of his life, and Buffy glowed. This is the first time, in my opinion, that Buffy got that fuzzy feeling in her belly because of Spike. Before, anything close to “I love you” from Spike made Buffy react like “Please don’t say that, I don’t want this to be serious, that’s too much to think about.” This conversation is the first time Spike says something like “I love you” and Buffy thinks “Oh my God, this amazing man thinks watching me sleep and holding me was the best night of his life.” 

Okay, “Chosen.” I’m gonna cry. Pull it together! The basement scene. Buffy left Angel for Spike. She said she was “baking,” but, at least for the night, she was done baking and Spike got the cookies… Okay, ew. Sorry. Moving on. Spike being jealous of Angel in the way he was jealous of Angel was so sad and beautiful and sweet. It wan’t angry or even bitter. He wasn’t cursing Angel or thinking “great, he’s taking my woman again.” He was hoping, praying to anything and everything that he wouldn’t lose this girl. Not the one he really, truly loved. Not the one that brought out the better side of him, the one that he’d forgotten. Not Buffy. 

And Buffy calling Spike a champion, kill me. It’s too beautiful for my heart to handle. And did you see how Spike glowed? He just felt so special, sort of like that moment in the previous episode with Buffy, you know, the “Oh my God, this amazing man” thing? Yeah, that. That’s how Spike felt. Seen, cared for, important, warm, hers. 

Buffy caressing Spike’s face, and then Spike holding Buffy again just topped off the episode for me. Beautiful.

Okay. Now the hard part. 

“I love you.”

“No, you don’t. But thanks for sayin’ it.”

Spike!!! But she does love you!!! And you didn’t believe it!!! She loved you as soon as your hands clasped. As soon as she looked into your eyes and saw everything she had, what she stood to lose. As soon as she saw you looking back at her. God that scene will forever make me want to die while singing the songs of heaven. 

Buffy’s last word in the series being “Spike” is perfect. Fuck you if you don’t think so. Sorry, I’m not usually mean, but he deserved it. He’s a beautiful, lovely man. A good man.

I wish they’d had just one more season. Because the mature love they shared in that very last moment was just blooming and it deserved one more season. Alas. We get it in the comics, though. And we get some Spuffy dialogue from Spike in Angel. I just can never get enough of the two of them. They’re the most beautiful, heart breaking, transcendent love story I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching. And I’m a hardcore Destiel shipper. It’s hard to get me to pull away from that. That’s how amazing Spike and Buffy’s love story is. 

If you’ve made it this far, good for you. I just needed to say it, all my thoughts. I love them so much, they mean so much to me. Spuffy forever. Always. 

It’ll Always Be Me and You

Request: “Credence Fluff!!!! Haven’t seen Credence fics in so long, can you do it based off of “You and I” by Avant please?”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count: 2169

Warnings: SO! MUCH! FLUFF!

Originally posted by couplenotes

Oh baby
Funny how things have changed in my life now
Whether near or far I wanna be where you are

Credence held you in his arms as you both lay in your new garden. The lease had been signed and it was final. This old beautiful home surrounded by lush landscape was yours to share. You hummed contently, Credence’s long fingers dragging through your hair. The air was rich with an array of sweet scents, and your knees were still dirty from planting the new Sweet Peas in the garden.

“The Sweet Peas look perfect in that spot!” You had said, huffing with your hands on your hips.

“And you look perfect too, my Sweet Pea.” Credence smiled, giving you a tender kiss.

You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes as you relished the feeling of being so close to him. The giddiness you felt had never died down, even after being with him for nearly two years now. You knew this memory would be one that would stick out in your mind whenever you reminisced about your life.

“Can you believe how far we’ve come?” You asked, looking up at a now slightly tanned Credence. He looked so different to when you’d first met. He was alone and afraid, and it showed. And now, he was loved and cared for, and it showed.

“I can.” He responded, combing a hand through his lengthy locks. They cascaded around his face, and you made a mental note that it would soon be time to trim his hair again. “I can believe it because anything’s possible when I’m with you.”

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Bottled Up.
Part 2. Angst/Smut

I’ve tried bolding the smut for those of you who only want to read that. I feel that sometimes. Writing this really helped me relieve a lot of negative energy, and i really didn’t realize how long it was! I hope you enjoy it!

You helped Taehyung stand up, and apologized repeatedly. “I shouldn’t have came here. I ruined everything. Im so sorry.” your apologies were cut by Rap Monsters Voice echoing through the house, “Suga, sit the fuck down, i swear!!!” At this point you ripped Yoongi’s keys out of Jungkooks hands, stormed into the living room, and out of the apartment.

The storm had calmed, and you sped all the way home. When you arrived you went straight into your room, climbed in bed, and cried yourself to sleep. Then sun crept through your blinds, and you rubbed sleep from your swollen eyes, recalling the events of last night. You turned your phone on, and the texts poured in one after the other.

“Please come home.”
“Just talk to me, Jagi. I’m sorry.”
“Fuck it.”
“Are you really done? Just like that?”
“I love you.”

“Suga is trying to drive, he’s been drinking.”
“I tried to stall.. We are coming over.. I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I hope you’re okay. Please call in the morning to check in. I got Suga in bed, asleep. Don’t stress. Everything is okay.”

You sighed, grabbed Yoongi’s keys, and put on a coat and a scarf. You knew you’d have to face this mess sooner than later. When you pulled into the boys apartment, you hesitated before heading inside. But took a deep breath and headed inside. The boys were all still sleeping, and you quietly made your way toward Taehyungs room. Yoongi was asleep in his bed as promised. You tapped him lightly on the shoulder, “Oppa…. Lets go home..” he didn’t move. “Oppa…” you pushed him a little harder this time. He slowly opened his eyes, and streched before looking over to you.. “Jagi-yah.. I..” you interupted him, “can we talk at home Yoongi? Everyone is still sleeping..” You headed towards the car, and Yoongi collected his things and met you there. He was in rough shape. You guys stopped at the drive thru for coffee, barely making small talk, and then headed home.

At home you guys sat on opposite ends of the couch, and after a silence that seemed to last forever you finally blurted “do you even love me anymore..? Because you dont even look at me, or hold me, and I can’t remember the last time you made love to me like it wasn’t a chore..” He moved down the couch to get closer to you, and grabbed your face so he could look into your eyes that were already welling up with tears.

“Baby,” he said, as he kissed you softly, “You are my whole world.. I can’t explain how in love I am with you..” he wiped the tears from your eyes, and kissed you once more, and then rested his forhead against yours. “I’ve just been so stressed out, and I don’t want it to drag you down so I avoid it, and act like I’m okay. I didn’t realize how much it was affecting us, and I’m sorry Jagi-yah. I love you. Okay? Never think that I don’t love you.”

You smiled, and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you, Oppa. I’m so sorry for the mess i caused.” He kissed you firmly, and pulled you into him. “Please don’t leave me again Y/N.” You shook your head and told him, “Never.” your kissing grew intense and you straddled him, your entire body hungry for the passion that had been missing these past few weeks. His hands slipped slowly into the curve in your back and you breathed a soft moan into his mouth. He smirked and bit your lip. “Ahh, Babe!” you growled as you ran your nails down his chest, and pulled his shirt off.

You began planting kisses down his neck and across his collarbones. Your lips tasting every inch of bare skin you could find, sending chills up his neck. You started rocking your hips in his lap, as you made your way up to nibble his ear. “I want you so bad Min Yoongi,” you whispered before gently licking his earlobe. In one swift movement he pulled off your shirt and bra. Wasting no time, his hands began exploring your back and shoulders, as he bit your neck just enough to leave small red marks. You pressed into him, moving your hips slowly but harder in his lap, and he let out a hard sigh before lifting you off the couch, and carrying you to the bedroom, kissing you the entire way.

He laid you on the bed, and slipped off your pants, you sat up to pull down his and he kicked them off his feet, and then climbed on the bed hoovering above you. He kissed you while his hand slid slowly down your chest and began massaging your breast, his thumb lightly flicking your nipple. You let out a subtle whine, and ran your hand down his back, making your way over every curve and edge, and then grabbed his ass. He smirked as he kissed you harder, and between breaths asked “oh? So this is how you want to play?” you nodded your head with a devilish look and bit his lip. He took his hand from your breast and grabbed your hair, pulling your head to the side and biting your neck, hard. You moaned his name as you wrapped your legs around him and drug your nails down his back. Yoongi grunted, and pushed himself up off the bed to remove his underwear. You licked your lips at the sight of how hard he was.

“Roll over on your hands and knees.” he commanded, and you obeyed. He pulled your underwear down just enough to reveal your ass and smacked it surely leaving a hand print. Tingles ran through your entire body, as you half gasped, half moaned, it had been such a long time since Yoongi took control of you, even though he knew how much it turned you on.

He lowered himself over you and bit your shoulder, then your side, down to your lower back. All the while, running his hands down the front of your body, only stopping to give your breast a rough squeeze before continuing on. Hit bit you again, right on the top of your thigh before running a finger slowly up your core. “Baby.. You’re so wet.” he said in a sarcastic voice.

“Dont tease me, Oppa! I want you so bad.” you whined, begging for more. He giggled, and you knew you were in for a torturous night. You look back as he grabbed his member and began to slowly rub it against your clit. You stuck your butt out further towards him, hoping to get some type of penetration, but instead he slapped your ass again. “Tsk tsk. Don’t be greedy.” he smiled at you and you put your head down on the bed as he continued to tease you. Sliding just his tip inside of you, and making small circles before pulling out and rubbing your clit again.

You moaned his name, and a desperate please, and he finally grabbed ahold of your hips and slammed into you, throwing your body forward. “Oh fuck!” you yelled into the pillow. He kept his pace steady, but his thrusts hard, never releasing his firm grip on your hips. Your body began shaking as you came close to your climax and his pace picked up slightly. Just as chills ran down your back and your moans grew louder, he stopped and rolled you over.

“Yoongi, I was so close!” you whined. He smirked and kissed you, biting your lip as he pulled his mouth slowly from yours. “I want to see your face when I make you cum Jagi-yah.” and before you could utter a response he was inside you again, with his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit. This time he was gentle with his thrusts, and quicker woth his pace. His eyes never leaving yours. “Cum for me Y/N” he moaned slightly as the words passed his lips. You wrapped your legs around him, tightening yourself on his shaft, and grabbed the sheets as your body began to tremble beneath him. He rubbed your clit faster and you could barely breathe through the screams leaving your mouth. A soft “oh fuck” escaped his lips, and you felt your body release entirely as you reached your climax. Yoongi pumped slowly inside of you, letting you ride out your orgasm as he reached his. His body collapsed on top of you and you began to run your fingers through his hair as you both tried to steady your breathing.

“Jagi-yah?” he spoke softly in your ear, and you replied a gentle “Yes, Oppa?”

“I love you. I dont ever want to lose you. From now on I wont keep things bottled up. I will let you in, i swear.” you smiled and kissed his cheek “i love you too, Min Yoongi”.


my ex’s grandma sent me an Easter card in the mail and it said to “please visit this summer, your bathing suit is still here” or something like that and she said “with love, goodnight Irene” bc she would always sing that song when she saw me and like yknow other people have sang that to me and usually i wouldn’t really care but I fucking cried when I read it I’m going to miss his family the most if we’re being honest here like I don’t know how such a scumbag of a person can come from such a loving and beautiful family. Why do all good things just fall apart why can’t good things just last why do people have to change or true, ugly colors have to show why can’t things stay good and happy and be real


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Words: 1154

Summary: Supernatural season one is official, but it takes some work before filming can start.

Part 9 in The Future Series.  Read Part 1 here, and Part 2 here, Part 3 here,Part 4 here, Part 5 here, Part 6 here, Part 7 here, and Part 8 here.

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I Think I'm In Love With You - Fred Weasley Imagine


Can you do a Fred imagine, where instead of dying at the battle of Hogwarts he survived and had to leave home for the order do help clean up Voldemort’s mess and while he was working he met and fell in love with a witch working for the ministry and now he’s returning home with her for the first time to meet his family.
Me again! Can you do one where Fred survives the war and goes on a Order mission to help dismantle the remaining and hiding death eaters and he meets and falls in love with a fire cracker witch, and they travel together and he’s finally returning home to see his family for the first time in a long time and he brings her home to meet them and everyone is nervous about impressing her and they try to not screw it up, but of course everything is so chaotic because that’s the Weasley way

~Fred’s POV~

I hugged my brother tightly. We won. The battle was finally over. No more fear lingered the air, smiles were shown. I survived and so did my family members. “Fred, George! Come over here!” My dad yelled, I raced George to my dad and won “Do you two want to be a part of the order?” “Yes! What are we going to do?” George asked and I nodded “First we’re going to clean the Wizarding world of the evil that’s still here. We’re going to find and kill every single death eater that’s left.” My dad said proudly “Let’s get to work then!” I smiled helping my dad up.

~2 Months later~

I entered the Ministry with George and my dad by my side. We came here to scope things out. Making sure no death eaters were near. “Everything looks fine to me here” George said looking around “Yeah, it does. Maybe there’s s-” My dad was cut off by a loud terrifying scream “Ahh!” I turned around to see a man holding a witch by her hair, his wand pointing at her head. The faint color of black on his forearm, A former death eater. “Nobody move! Or I’ll kill her!” He shouted making the red headed girl scream “No! Please!” “Shut up!” He spat pulling her hair again. I pointed my wand at him “Let her go!” I yelled moving closer to them, the crying witch made eye contact with me. Her eyes seem so mesmerizing but I still keep my eyes on the man. A few other members of the order circle around the guy also making him trapped. “Stupefy!” “Avada Kedavra!” The death eater shouted, I jumped and pulled her leg just in time before the beam of green light hit her head. The order members started to stun the death eater trying to make sure he was stunned enough so that he can’t stand up. I stood up and brushed myself off, The witch jumped off the floor and hugged me tight making my heart skip a beat “Are you okay?” I whisper to her “I think so. Thank you for saving me.” She sniffled “You work here?” I asked, she nodded “The department of Mysteries” “What’s your name?” I asked. I just had too. “(Y/n). You?” She gave me a sad smile “Fred. Fred Weasley.” I told her “Nice to meet you Fred. I owe you something in return for saving my life” She said turning around but I grabbed her wrist “Maybe Saturday? In Hogsmead? Three broomsticks, 2 O'clock?” I said smirking “Sounds like a plan. See you there, Fred” she said in a calm voice, winking at me before leaving the ministry.

~Saturday At The Three Broomsticks~

~(Y/n)’s POV~

I waited outside of the three broomsticks, a faint breeze blowing through my hair and the sun shining brightly. I looked to the side to see Fred gawking at me, he sees me staring at him making him shake his head and walk up to me. “Sorry, you look great today” He smiles, I look down at my outfit. I’m wearing jeans, boots, and a sleeveless white top. It wasn’t extravagant or anything special but, I guess it’s kinda cute on me. “Thanks, you’re not too bad yourself” I say flirtatiously making him smirk. We enter and get a booth at a corner. “Do you like butter beer?” He asked “Believe it or not, I’ve never had butter beer before” I say shyly “You’re joking!” He said a smile tugging on the edges of his lips. I shook my head “Will you give me the honor of ordering you your first ever Butter beer?” He asked grinning “Honor granted” I laughed, he called the bartender and he ordered two butter beers. A few minutes later, the bartender comes with two large glasses filled with butter beer up to the rim. He placed a glass in front of me and Fred then left. Fred looked at me intently. “What?” I asked “Is there something on me?” “No, I’m just waiting to see your reaction to butter beer. I roll my eyes and cup the glass in both of my hands, I raise it up to my lips and sip. It tastes amazing! It’s makes my stomach feel warm, and it has this light taste to it that makes me want to drink gallons of it. I set it down and lick my lips "I love it!” I laugh, Fred smiles at me making my stomach tingle. Or is it the butterbeer?

Since, me and Fred sit next to each other. We’re just merely inches away. Fred stares at my lips and leans forewarn slowly, I don’t back away or say anything. Instead I lean forward and close my eyes, his lips are soft against mine. I let out a small moan when he grabs a fistful of my hair and tries to pull me more closer. He pulls back slowly “I think I’m in love with you” he whispers placing his forehead against mine “I think I’m in love with you too” I say breathlessly. That kiss literally took my breath away. He smiled and pressed another kiss to my lips. I think I like this more than butterbeer.

~Three Weeks Later~

I slowly open my eyes when arms grab my waist pulling my bare back against the grabber’s chest. “Fred” I whisper “Yes, love?” He says groggily making me smile “What’s today?” I ask softly “Friday” he whispers in my ear before putting little kisses on my bare shoulder “Don’t we need to get ready for your parents” I laugh lightly as Fred tightens his grip around my waist “They can wait” he says sleepily, I shake my head. Fred told his parents about how he’s found the one, it made me cry because of all the words he told them. “She bloody beautiful! She has this smile that makes me melt inside, and she’s so kind and funny. I think she’s the one mum. I’ve never felt this way before But she’s amazing I want you and dad and everyone to meet her. You’ll love her.” He said into a howler and sent it to his mother. I wiggled out of Fred’s loose grip and hoped off the bed, holding the white bed sheets closer to my bare chest. I look around the floor “Looking for these?” He asks making me turn around, he’s holding up my black lace panties “Yes, I am” I smile going back on the bed “Kiss me and I’ll give it back” he teased, I pressed my lips hard onto his. He put one hand on the back of my neck keeping me in place, he moaned as I tugged on his soft red hair…….

We ended up an hour late due to Fred and his panty comment. We used the fireplace as transportation and made it to the burrow in a second. I patted down my blue lace dress making sure that there was no ash on it. My dress had long lace sleeves and was knee long showing my arms and legs. I wore a silver locket that was shaped as a heart and black flats. “Before we step out of the fireplace, I need to tell you something” Fred says sternly “What is it?” I ask curiously “My family’s a bit crazy like me but pay no mind to it” he says scratching the back of his neck. I nod my head “I don’t care, I want them to be themselves. I don’t want them to be different because of me” I say reassuringly. Fred smiles “That’s why I love you” I chuckle lightly before stepping out of the fireplace. I opened my mouth at the sight of the living room. It was bizarre yet amazing; needles knitting by themselves, Dishes washing themselves. I turned around quickly at the sound of a loud gasp. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley stood there looking at me, Mrs. Weasley ran to me and engulfed me into a bone crushing hug. “Oh! I’m so glad to finally meet you (Y/n)! Fred’s been telling us all about you! Isn’t that right Arthur?” Mrs. Weasley said smiling widely “Mum!” Fred exclaimed making me smile “Fred talks about you all the time! But it’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.” Mr. Weasley said politely hugging me “I’m so glad to finally meet you Mr. And Mrs. Weasley” I said hugging them back “Call me Molly dear and you can call him Arthur.” She gestures to herself and her husband, I nod my head and look around.

~Later At Dinner~

“George! Don’t use magic! We have a guest! Take the chicken out normally!” I hear Molly scold Fred’s twin brother, George. I look at the doorway of the kitchen to see Molly giving me a nervous smile, probably hoping that I didn’t hear her. Fred’s sitting next to me, my hand in his, he seems to have a nervous smile on his face too. After, George puts the baked chicken on the table with what seems like ‘Great Effort’, he sits in his chair. But as he sits a loud boom erupted somewhere in the room, next thing I know is that George is on the floor groaning in pain. “George! I told you no fireworks at the table!” Molly snapped going over to her son and helping him up. “Go on, eat. I’ll be right back” she says quickly taking George with her. “Sorry about that” Fred whispers in my ear, I can tell from his tone that he’s utterly disappointed that his family wasn’t able to be normal. “Fred. I don’t mind any of it, your family’s perfect just the way it is!” I smile, his family looks at me with wide eyes “Really? You don’t care if we’re loud or crazy?” Fred asks curiously “I don’t, your family is unique like that. I don’t want you to change because of me” I say softly. “This is why I love you so much” Fred says hugging me “I love you too Freddie” I whisper wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips on his softly “Oh!” I hear someone cry, we pull apart to see Molly wiping her eyes with a napkin “Mum, what’s wrong?” Fred asked “It’s - It’s just that you two are too cute. My little boy is all grown up now” she cries, Fred roll his eyes. I nudge him in the ribs making him laugh and eventually making me laugh.


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This is what we play for

So I’m late to the party on the Kissing Discourse but I wanted to flail about it anyway for obvious reasons.

Let me preface this by saying that I’ve been into Yoneda Kou since back in the day when DF and Yorube Naki Mono were being scanalated and posted on LiveJournal’s Yaoi Daily community. I guess around 2008? And the minute Don’t Stay Gold hit I immediately wanted to know more about this Yashiro guy; sure I liked the Kuga/Kageyama pairing but Yashiro was by far the most interesting character I’d seen in awhile. So, I was More Than Pleased when she started Saezuru and have been very invested in this world ever since. As you can probably tell, that kissing scene blew me away. It is what I started this manga to see: them finally come together in this tender moment where they actually talk to each other and share real feelings. I’ve been smiling ear-to-ear all day while spending lots of time just staring at the panels; it’s surreal and I’m so very happy.

A few things:

  • I love the color pages. You can really see the age difference between Yashiro and Doumeki.
  • All. The. Parrallels. To. Tadayoedo. Especially when young Yashiro is sitting next to Doumeki; Doumeki is healing the smol Yashiro inside with his unceasing devotion; he’s taking that lonely teenager who cried on that windowsill and loving him the way that he needs to be loved.
  • The whole first scene, how Yashiro pushes up on Doumeki and straddles him? This is classic sultry Yashiro unf. *breathes heavily*
  • The shower scene was crafted so beautifully. You can see Yashiro trying to wash away his pain without realizing that’s what he’s trying to do. He just…doesn’t really know what to do, I think. Shit’s falling apart with Ryuuzaki, Nanahara got hurt, Hirata is on the loose and it’s all on Yashiro right now. Plus he just offered himself to Doumeki and it did not go as planned; in fact, it’s hitting a little too close to emotions he does not want to feel.
  • Yashiro’s expression as he tells Doumeki he won’t be able to let him go, that he’s becoming weird. It’s so heart wrenching and romantic to me. He doesn’t understand that he’s in love; I’m sorry but that’s adorable. Of course you’re attached to that man you have been since day one don’t kid yourself, Yashiro.
  • I love how Yashiro doesn’t really know how to kiss Doumeki. He’s so overwhelmed and he’s never really kissed someone he cares about so this is just New Fucking Territory and you can see how scared and curious and ajgskagsks he is as he gives in. I love how Yashiro’s hand just hovers over Doumeki’s shoulder for a second and then he gives in and grabs onto Doumeki’s shirt. I was shaking for a good 20 minutes after I first saw that kiss, it was so beautiful and unexpected. As usual, Yoneda Kou meets and exceeds our expectations.
This is my new theory.

And I’m sticking to it … for now.

                                  Cait: You’re my favourite husband.

(thanks to @queencaitriona for the lipread ;) )

So, what I think:

Basically, Sam and Cait got married. Like, ages ago. But for whatever reason, they don’t want it made public. Fine.

They might not be. And that’s ok. I don’t actually really know them, nor will I ever. But it makes me happy to think “they” love each other, just like it makes me happy to think Judith’ll make it to the end of TWD, and that Noah and Allie spent an entire lifetime together and then died, like, at the very same moment so they wouldn’t have to spend a second apart. The same reason I like the idea of William crawling back to Waity Katie, that Kelso and Jackie got together IRL, why I cried over Love, Rosie, and read Me Before You all in one sitting. Why I will always love Pride and Prejudice in all its forms, die a little each time for Catherine and Heathcliff, why I have a soft spot for Mr. Rochester, why I watch Bathsheba and Gabriel’s final scene in Far From the Madding Crowd on repeat. Why two of my favourite films are Shakespeare in Love and Titanic. Why the happiest movie moment of my childhood was when all the pets returned at the end of Homeward Bound. Why I cry at horses galloping. Why marching bands make my bottom lip wobble.

It’s because I am a person who feels, and these are all things that make me feel.

So, even if SamCait turns out to be SamCan’t – that’s ok. Because you know what the idea of them together tells me? That we feel. That we have, in the bottom of our hearts, a deep optimism for humankind. That we can see two people interact (and lightning flash) and share a resounding yessssssss because they represent what we believe has to exist in the world. Something that we hope to see in others’ lives, in our lives, because it makes us happy. It qualifies for us the goodness we share as a species: we want love, and we share a capacity to celebrate and thrive on the perceived love and happiness of others.

And sure, cynics may say Romance as an industry (in all its forms) capitalizes on our bleeding hearts, that we’re being played or taken advantage of – but truthfully, the fact that it’s so successfully targeting and profiting from such a beautiful part of the human condition – our empathy, our love, our optimism – I can’t see a fault in that. I’m not ashamed to have “bought in” to Romance. In fact, I celebrate it.

It tells me that with all the hate and anger and war and violence and politics and disrespect in this world, we still value loving one another. It tells me that maybe us humans aren’t all that bad after all.

And I can ship that.

I Will Come Back to You

Note: I was inspired when I read a theory on 2x21 and was happy when I saw that there were others who believed the same theory that Barry’s gonna get stuck in the speed force (I don’t remember where the theory came from). I just kinda wrote this. It’s pretty long so shout out to you if you read the whole thing LOL. Kinda nervous about this, but whatever, enjoy?

“No,” Iris said, her voice soft at first in disbelief then it rose, “No!”

She tried to run over to the destroyed particle accelerator, but was held back by her father’s strong arms, grabbing her arms. She felt Joe’s whole body shake against her with sobs. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The particle accelerator wasn’t supposed to take him away.

“Barry,” she cried. 

He woke up to a familiar blue scene with bits of his life playing like a movie, but he couldn’t move. It felt like his legs weren’t working. Barry was just there. One second he was in the particle accelerator and then the next he was here in the speed force.

His heart rate, he noticed, was beating fast. Looking over at his hand, it was vibrating. His speed; it was back, but it felt like he didn’t know how to use it. He realized that he didn’t even know how to get out of this.

 Then he recalled the first time he knowingly trapped himself in the speed force. When Reverse Flash convinced him to travel back in time to save his mom so that Eobard could get home. Thawne explained to him that the images he was seeing were of his past, present, and future all in one.

It had been a month since Barry went missing into the speed force when Harry’s particle accelerator explosion failed. She remembered the electrocution and Barry’s wails from the pain. Then she remembered Wells saying that it was happening, the explosion was really happening. Wells was seemingly excited as Barry’s vitals rose to his old metahuman norms. Everything was going right, until it was so wrong. 

The system started crashing, overloading. Joe panicked and yelled for Wells to shut it off. Cisco ran to help Wells, but they both looked regretful, Cisco was angry and sad. Jessie was operating the computers until she couldn’t anymore. There were bright lights, and Barry screams got louder, his body couldn’t handle this level of electrocution. Then there was one final crash and a white flash then an explosion that knocked everyone off their feet.

Reality set in a few seconds later when Iris got up. She wanted to see Barry standing in front of her with his speed back, but he wasn’t there. Whatever happened, it took Barry away.

Now Iris was walking into STAR Labs, and it felt almost foreign. The last time she was in there was the night of the failed particle accelerator. She couldn’t bring herself to go there, but there was a metahuman attack and she wanted to help somehow.

Cisco and Jessie were standing in front of the television next to Barry’s glass suit holder. On the screen in front of him was a picture of a familiar young man, about Iris’s age, an uber buff guy with short dirty blond hair and crystal clear blue eyes.

“I haven’t ran facial recognition yet, but it looks like Girder here has the power to turn into steel,” Cisco said.

“That’s Tony Woodward,” Iris said informed as everyone in the lab turned to look at her shocked. Before she continued to speak, she glanced at Cisco who gaped, Wells who paused from fixing a small device, Jessie who looked between Iris and Joe, and Joe who was flabbergasted by it all. With a small brave inhale, she continued, “I went to school with him.”

“Hey baby,” Joe managed to say.

After the accident, Joe told Iris that Cisco and Jessie had been working together not only to find Barry, but track the metahumans that were coming in through the breach. He invited her to help, but she always made up excuses to avoid going. She didn’t miss the pity in Cisco’s eyes now behind the smile.

“Hey, I was at CCPN and heard about Tony. I wanted to see if you needed help,” she explained with a shrug, trying to act chill about it.

“Sure,” Cisco nodded, as she set her black jacket down on the desk of computers. They began to talk about who Tony was and how they could stop him without The Flash.

Barry saw the car ride, a sad younger version of himself insisting to Joe that his dad didn’t do it. Just a couple hours earlier, there was complete chaos outside his house with dozens of police officers at the scene and reporters with cameras.

He could remember running into the house after the older speedster version of himself got him out of the house. He remembered running in while people attempted to stop him, Joe tried to catch him but for the first time in his life, he was too fast. He pulled the blue sheet off his mother’s face to see her lying there lifeless. Her bright eyes were still, void of anything.

Then he remembered when he faced Reverse Flash and Barry had the chance to save his mom, but was stopped. He remembered how hard it was walking in there and listening to her die. When he sobbed and told her that he and dad were okay, and when she smiled back at him before it all became dark again.

He saw Joe’s dark blue car pull into his best friend’s house. Young Barry went inside with Joe while Iris waited at the staircase.

“Barry is going to be staying with us for a little while,” Joe said.

“Iris, my dad didn’t do it,” Barry said for the millionth time that night. The cops tried to convince him otherwise even Barry explained to them what happened. How there were flashes of red and yellow lightning then in the blink of an eye, he was outside and he started running back home.

“I believe you, Barry,” Iris said and held out a hand for him. Barry grabbed on as they went upstairs. Even then she was the only person to believe in him.

Jessie and Cisco were trying to analyze Girder to find out how to stop him. They already devised a plan that involved electrocution, and they were examining a video to give any clues as to where Girder could be. It was on Central City News that Girder filmed himself saying that he wanted what the Flash had. He was smashing cars around him into a metal waste bin. Jessie asked how to get his attention over to STAR Labs.

“Use me,” Iris said suddenly as it all clicked in her head, “I can lure him here. He wants to be loved like The Flash, and I can pretend to put him in the paper like he wants!”

Jessie nodded as Cisco started on how good of an idea it was. Wells, who was still examining a small part of the particle accelerator, scoffed.

“No, not a good idea, Ramon.”

Iris furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms across her chest, “Why not? I can get Girder here easily. If the fame is what he wants, I have the power to do that.”

“Figure something else out. Using you as bait would just be idiotic, scientific minds, figure out a new plan,” Wells said with a harsh tone to his voice.

“Dr. Wells, I may not be a scientist, but you know just as well as everyone else that I am smart enough and I belong here, and I will be here until we handle Girder,” Iris snapped.

He was always doubting her, denying her, or acting that her questions were stupid. Usually she could handle his sarcastic attitude, but over the last month, she knew that her patience was wearing thin, and it was only a matter of time before she cracked.

“Iris,” Joe said, standing in the doorway, interrupting their intense stare-down “let’s talk for a minute.”

With a frustrated sigh, she walked away and met her dad in the hall. She had a sad pang of deja vu because they were standing in the exact spot where she and Barry argued after Grodd took Joe last year.

“What’s up, dad?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.

“What is going on with you? Snapping at Wells, wanting to act as bait for Girder, this isn’t like you,” Joe said.

“Well, dad right now I don’t know what else to be! There is too much going on and with this meta, I know I can help. We went to school with Girder. Barry and I went to school with him,” she said that last part with sadness and a lump formed in her throat, “He used to bully him.”

Her tears spilled over after holding them in for this long. She tried wanted to stay emotionless through all of this because if she allowed herself to cry and be sad all the time, then it meant that Barry was really gone this time. She barely held it together when he was in a coma, but he came back to her. This time she wasn’t sure if he would ever come back.

Joe held her in a tight hug that she wanted to resist because it would only further aid her falling apart now.

“Dad, I told him I love him,” she cried, “I finally told him how I felt and a day later, he was gone. I just need to help now.”

“Okay,” Joe said.

After a minute or so, they went back inside where Wells sat quiet and Iris joined Cisco and Jessie at the computers. The tension in the room was thick, but they pushed that aside knowing that there were bigger things to worry about.

It’s that obvious Barry thought to himself. He couldn’t help how he felt about her, and he remembered Joe laughing and telling him, “I’ve watched you be in love with Iris since you were old enough to know what love is.”

He kept replaying that conversation in his head as he made his way over to the house. It was around Christmas time and he knew that Iris would be there finishing up with the Christmas decorations. He knew that his timing was awful as always, but keeping this from her felt like it was hollowing him out.

Opening the door, she stood there admiring her work on the tree and sipping on eggnog in her teddy bear mug. She said something about deserving an award for tree trimming. He didn’t her as all the blood rushed to his ear. His hands shook nervously as he looked at her and pulled her into a hug, knowing full well what he was about to tell her and how it could potentially ruin them.

Iris had just shown up to the cortex after getting a 911 text from Cisco. She rushed in asking what to do now.

“Okay, so here’s the plan,” Jessie started to say, “Girder knows Iris and has seen her articles about the Flash in CCPN. Since he wants to be revered like the Flash, we’ll tail Iris and go to Iron Works facility where Joe thinks Girder is now.” 

“And then we can use this bad boy to shock Girder,” Cisco said excitedly and pointed at a contraption that to Iris thought looked like a glorified vacuum cleaner, hose and all, “Since he turns into steel and metal is a conductor of electricity, we can use this electric boom device to shock him.”

“Is this electric thing going to kill him?” Joe asked.

“No, it’s going to knock him out long enough for us to get him into the pipeline. This was our only option. The alternative would be a supersonic punch as I like to call it or a strong force coming an extremely fast pace.”

“In other words, we would need The Flash for that?” Iris asked.

With a hesitant nod, Cisco said, “Yeah.”

Joe sighed, and Iris could tell why. He never wanted her to be on the forefront of danger, but she knew that should handle this. She put a hand on his arm and smiled at him encouragingly when he looked at her.

“I’ll be fine, dad.”

Barry sighed as he sipped on a cappuccino from Jitters. Not only was today tough at work, but now he was waiting on Iris who was ordering herself a drink after running into Barry. They talked for a couple minutes and Iris went on about Eddie, detective pretty boy and how they were going on a date.

Watching and listening to his childhood best friend and the woman he was in love with fall in love with someone else hurt more than he imagined. But he knew not to be naïve and expect that life would have stayed the same while he was in that coma.

Iris sighed and set her jacket down on the chair and sat down.

“There aren’t enough cappuccinos in the world to get me through this day,” she said.

“Tough day at CCPN?” he asked.

“Yeah, but it’s so cool. I know when I started this thing and blogging about The Flash, I was just doing it. But now that I’ve settled into my job as an investigative reporter, I feel so in my element, you know?” she explained and began to sound so excited, “It gives me this rush when I’m able to put the pieces of a huge story together and give the people of this city the truth, which I guess is part of the reason why I started writing about the mysterious red streak.”

Barry watched Iris talk, admiring her while he saw her face beam and eyes light up over journalism. When they were still seniors in high school, Iris brought up the idea of one day being a cop, but Joe shot her down, telling her that it was dangerous. He noticed that day that a bit of her spark went away, but now it was back, and his heart swelled with joy and pride. He knew right then and there that no matter what, he would still be in love with her.

Iris was leaving Central City Picture News after spending a few minutes there to edit a story to turn in for that afternoon. The plan to trap Girder wasn’t happening for another hour because Cisco needed a little more time to perfect the electrical trap or “electric boom.” She walked out of the building and checked her phone, but immediately regretted it because a part of her was expecting a text from Barry. She wasn’t used to this yet.

She only took a few steps outside when something hit her head from behind, and everything went black.

The first thing Iris noticed when she opened her eyes was the familiar white and gray linoleum tiles, and she felt the cool exterior of metal on her back. Then she saw the trophy case across from her that showcased her elementary school’s awards for awards mostly for sports. She was back in Central City Elementary School, and Girder stood directly in front of her, waiting for to wake up.

“Iris West, remember me?” he asked, voice laced with anger.

“Tony Woodward, you used to bully Barry. How could I forget you?” she said, standing onto shaky feet, “What do you want from me?”

“You write for Central City Picture News, and I want to be in it,” he replied simply with a shrug of the shoulders and a wipe of his mouth.

“Why?” she asked, wishing someone would show up any minute now to help her, “Why is it such a big deal for you?”

“Because do you see the way The Flash is revered in this city? How he’s loved by everyone when that should be me! It doesn’t take a genius to realize that he was hit by whatever that was two years ago with the particle accelerator just like me. He’s got coffees, action figures, and the key to the city when that should have been me!” Tony yelled. Iris’s eyes widened at Tony’s sad confession that in a way eerily reminded her of Zoom; he wanted love.

He approached her, and she backed further into the lockers, clutching her phone. She quickly weighed the options in her head on how to get away from Tony, but there wasn’t anything she could do. A second later her phone rang loudly. She got to see that it was Cisco calling before Tony snatched the phone out of her hand and used his metal paw to break her phone.

“So are you going to help me?” he asked.

Over the past year since she became a member of the team, she learned to submit to the demands of a metahuman. The extent of their powers were always unknown, so she swallowed hard and nodded.

Barry was standing in front of the water front. By looking at Iris’s dark green peacoat and the impending storm, he knew exactly where he was. It was the day Mark Mardon took Joe hostage and Iris and Barry went to find him, it was the day he accidentally erased when he learned that he could time travel. The water was picking up speed and thunder and lightning cracked the sky with the impending tsunami.

“Iris, you have to get out of here, get as far away from here as possible,” Barry said in a rushed voice.

“What? No, I am not leaving you,” she refused.

“Iris, please,” he begged, but she stopped him.

“Listen to me, ever since the night that you told me how you felt, I have not been able to stop thinking about you. At first I was really mad, and then I realized that the reason why I couldn’t stop thinking about you was because I didn’t want to,” she confessed.

If Barry’s heart was beating fast before, now it was moving so rapidly that he didn’t know if it was there anymore.

“I’ve never stopped thinking about you,” he smiled.

He cupped Iris’s face in his hands as he leaned in to kiss her. It was filled with adrenaline as he was reminded again of why he loved her. Kissing her in the past and on another earth even always felt so new, but comfortable. He knew that no one could ever compare to her.

Reluctantly he pulled away, remembering that the city was in danger. He took out his phone to call Caitlin who explained to him how to stop the tsunami. He turned to Iris and remembered what he told her the last time this happened.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way,” he said and speed changed into his supersuit in front of Iris, “Now go!”

She ran off as he started running faster than he ever had. The water was splashing him, he felt cold drops on his face. He ran harder until he was back into the speed force again.

Her laptop was open as she typed into a document. She noticed how Girder was pacing back and forth.

“So where were you the night of the particle accelerator explosion?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant even though she used her laptop to send Cisco a 911 message. He would know what to do after that; use the signal from her computer to track her. Her dad, Cisco, and Jessie would be there soon, she would just have to stall for a couple more minutes.

Girder went into this story about how he was working late because someone came into Iron Works needing an oil change. It didn’t interest Iris as a journalist or person. She was getting anxious waiting so she wanted to attempt to escape. Stopping mid-rant, Girder saw that Iris was no longer typing. He stalked over snatching the laptop.

“Are you done?” he growled, looking at the screen. Iris stood up again, her fierce stare was a mix of defiance and anger as she watched Girder read the headline, “Childhood Bully Turned Metahuman Psychopath.”

“What is this?” he yelled, throwing the laptop down and pushing Iris into the lockers. He got so close in her face that she felt his hot breath on her face.

“Go to hell,” she said. Girder slammed his steel fist into the locker next to her head just as Cisco ran in with Joe who already his gun out and ready.

Barry was running through time, seeing his past as a child playing games with Iris. His future and two rowdy kids running through a house, his house. He saw himself in the subway station as Grodd controlled his mind.

“Do it for me, Barry,” Iris’s voice said.

He saw himself walking with Iris when two cars came speeding out of nowhere. It was just him and her. He didn’t think when he threw themselves to the ground to save her. Then he saw her standing by the new particle accelerator.

“Barry, survive this,” she begged, “Because the man you are is more than a hero, more than my best friend. You are the man I love.”

“Iris,” he murmured as he ran past those images. The countless times he ran to meet her on the rooftop of Jitters then on the bridge when Reverse Flash took Eddie; the spark, the lightning bolt between the two of them.

He saw her clearly now, and he ran faster to get to her.

Iris was being held into a strong chokehold as everyone stood still. Cisco couldn’t shock Girder because the amount of electricity would zap her too and could potentially kill her. Joe couldn’t shoot him because in his metal state, Girder was bulletproof.

“Do it, Cisco,” she choked out. Girder’s grip became tighter. He was going to do it, he was going to use his strength to strangle her to death. The trap they set up failed miserably. The worse that could happen if Cisco used the electric boom device would hurt Iris, but Girder needed to be stopped before he hurt innocent people.

“Cisco!” she yelled again.

The next thing she knew, she was free of Girder’s death grip, and knocked off her feet. The gush of wind came, the bolt of lightning followed him. Girder’s metal jaw was met with Barry’s iron fist.

“Supersonic punch, baby!” Cisco yelled in shock.

Iris stared, eyes widened and damp. Girder was knocked out as Barry’s chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath, and he took of his mask. She felt like she couldn’t move a muscle, she was numb; this didn’t feel real. He turned to her, and she saw those beautiful green eyes that she could get lost in.

“Iris,” was all he said at the same time she said, “Oh my God,” and went over to her as they locked into a tight embrace; her legs came off the ground, her arms locked around his neck. He had his home, his anchor, his lightning rod.

“I told you I would come back to you,” he whispered.

Revenge Is A-

Bucky One shot where he leaves you for another girl. Requested by anonymous. I had fun with this, next part will be out soon!!! Changed it up a little bit ;D

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

Originally posted by he-is-captain

“BUUCKY. I’M HOME.” You called into the apartment searching for your bionic boyfriend. You giggled as you held the bag of his favorite food and scanned your apartment for signs of life. You walked into the bedroom you shared to see him lying shirtless on your bed. Quietly setting all of your stuff down you walked to your side to climb in next him. You gently lifted the covers as something caught your eye; a whole set of clothes that wasn’t yours. Ripping the covers off you felt the tears well up as you looked at the scene in front of you. Buck immediately jumped up to look into your eyes.

“Babe, you weren’t supposed to be home for another three hours.” He looked at you and the tears began to flood down your face. You recognized the blonde girl lying next to him. She was your best friend.

“Maya? Why?” You couldn’t move as you stared in horror at everything that was going on. Finally gathering the strength you began to walk out of the building grabbing only your phone as you headed towards the elevator. He didn’t chase after you; there was no pleas or cries, he just let you go. Flipping through your phone you searched for the one person who could make this better, the person who was there for you through everything.

“Hello, Y/n?” A voice answered. You tried to respond, but nothing came out but sobs. Every piece of you was broken and you slumped in the elevator as a frantic Steve tried to figure out where you were and what was wrong. A good forty minutes of awkward glances from people who had opted out to taking the stairs later and the elevator doors opened once more this time to reveal Cap with a worried look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asked deciding to just slump in the elevator next to you. He pulled you against his chest and rested his chin on the top of your head. Hearing his heart beat steady, and unwavering allowed you to pace the rhythm of your breathing.

“He cheated on me with my bestfriend.. I was always worried about not being good enough, but I had finally gotten over it and believed he really loved me.“ You had cried all of your tears and now you sat sobbing against his chest.  Steve slowly put you back to your original place and pushed the button to go back to the floor of your apartment.

"I’m going to go in with you and your going to grab all of your belongings okay?” He slid one hand under your back and one in the crook of your knees and carried you bridal style to the door of the apartment you and James shared. He lifted one hand to knock, but paused to listen.

“No, she meant nothing. I love you.” You could hear his voice and her giggling as you pressed your face further into Cap’s chest.

“So you gonna knock-” You started as his foot lifted and made contact with the door kicking it down with you still in his arms. You walked in to see a startled James and an even more terrified Maya straddling your ex-boyfriend on the couch you both shared. he carried you to the bedroom as if nothing phased him and set you down to pack up all of your stuff. He stepped out of the room and you packed everything that you owned into three bags; carrying them out you made your way to the door when suddenly you snapped around to the sound you could only describe as bone snapping. James held his face as Steve casually shook out his fist from the impact which surely had to have hurt them both.

“You lost something that you can never get back James; and no piece of worthless trash is ever going to be able to replace her.” Her turned and grabbed the bags in one hand and your fingers in the other. He marched you out without saying another word and in the car he still held your shaking hand.

                                 FINAL PART COMING SOON!!!

anonymous asked:

you love foggy nelson. I love foggy nelson. Can I get a run-down of the things you love the most about foggy nelson?


I love that Foggy:

  • loves Matt and isnt afraid to show it
  • called Matt a really good looking guy within like the first minute they met
  • was never at all uncomfortable with Matt being blind
  • he describes peoples actions to Matt without hesitation. its like his second nature
  • hes just so caring about people 
  • helped fixed a womans apartment that he just met bc it was the right thing to do 
  • he and matt left a huge law firm to start their own bc they wanted to help ppl in the right way 
  • his sense of humor in general 
  • he cried when he found out about Matt so hes sensitive and isnt ashamed and i love him
  • hes adorable
  • hes perfect
  • “look at me. im delicious” 
  • there is nothing bad about him
  • he goes by the name foggy like honestly 

anonymous asked:

SO SO SO SO i saw this fic prompt (ahhh i forgot where) about len being an expensive/higher-end escort and barry paying him just to cuddle aND I REALLY NEED THIS FILLED BC even canonically (is that even a word) we all know barry is hella lonely and he just needs someone to cuddle him while he cries AHHhahahah please i need this <3

Um, omg, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. I think I might need to file this one away to write out in full, because of how much I love this idea. 

Like I imagine Len showing up at this kid’s apartment expecting something extra kinky requested of him given the amount paid, which he’s fully ready to refuse - Len doesn’t care how much someone pays him, he has standards - when this gorgeous young man opens the door, looking flustered and embarrassed, and…shit, he’s hot, but it’s the sweet and innocent ones that end up being freaks. So Len’s wary but a professional, and enters, all charm, asking what Barry wants, what he likes, and Barry honestly just wants to start with dinner, because he’s starved.

“If…that’s okay?”

And Len never expects to be fed, but he’s not going to complain, because whatever the kid made smells delicious. Tastes that way too, and they chat about simple benign things, like what Barry does, the city, events going on in town, but when they’re done, Len rises, closes in on Barry, leaning down over the table. 

“You paid for basically anything goes. Now…I maintain the option to refuse anything I’m not up for, but I’m curious, just what are you into to offer so much for tonight?”

And Barry is so embarrassed, blushing, and stammering, and finally asks for Len to take off his clothes, except his underwear and get under the covers. Barry does the same, and they just…lie there, Len spooning Barry from behind, holding him against his chest. 

“This is all you want?”


The kid is gorgeous, and sweet, a good cook, a good conversationalist when not falling over himself with embarrassment, what could possibly be wrong with him that he has no one to snuggle with? But it’s not Len’s place to ask. Still, he’s curious.

“You can certainly refuse to answer but…why?”

And Barry explains that he doesn’t really have anyone here. His parents have been dead for years. His adopted father and sister are in another town. He just moved here. He doesn’t have many friends yet, and has always been terrible at dating. He’s just…lonely.

“Iris says it’s Ugly Duck syndrome. I was so used to being a gangly dork in high school that no one wanted, I don’t know how to have confidence with people now that I’m - and this is her talking not me - hot.”

“You are hot. You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re paid to say that.”

“No. I’m paid to be here. I say what I feel.”

Over the course of the night, they talk more, and Len learns all about Barry, even admits a few things about himself, and Barry asks if this can be a regular thing. Paid of course. Len agrees. He doesn’t have any regulars. Over time…he doesn’t have other clients either, because he no longer wants to take them on, not when he has Barry. 

But it’s unhealthy, Len knows, because this isn’t the usual desire for sex, it’s something deeper, something that seems so much more inappropriate because Barry is growing dependent on him. He’s enabling Barry, the kid needs to meet people! 

It’s only later that Len starts to realize Barry is meeting people, is making friends, and getting along wonderfully in the city, because Barry talks about them. So why is he still paying for Len to have dinner, and snuggle him in bed, and just talk to him once a week? And what is Len doing that he’s not taking any more clients, when Barry isn’t really enough income just him?

It’s when Barry learns that Len has only been seeing HIM, no other clients, for weeks, months, that he questions it, that things come to a head, and they both vent their concerns and frustrations and realize where they stand. 

“If this is all you want, it’s enough for me, but I want it to be something without money exchanged. I don’t need sex, kid. I just want you.”

Barry sputters, and blushes, and admits, “What if it’s not all I want?”

And despite knowing everything about each other now, and having slept together without deeper intimate contact all this time, they take it so slow, making love all night, and in the morning Barry says he wants to introduce Len to his friends, and Len says he’s been looking into other work, and won’t take another dime from him ever again. 

spacebuck  asked:

Hc that Steve is really bad at the absent affection thing, but bucky, Bucky is constantly tugging on a strand of Steve's hair or kissing whatever skin's closest, booping Steve's nose or linking their fingers, and Steve loves it

(this is the cutest thing ever oh god i cri)

Okay so before the war, before everything, when it’s just Steve and Bucky and a shoddy two-room apartment that’s always got a draft in it, Steve isn’t all that comfortable in his own skin. His body’s betrayed him too many times, left him feverous and gasping on death’s door. And on top of that, he’s never once had a girl go steady with him, which, okay, gets to him more than he’d like to admit. At best they pass him up with a look of pity, and at worst, disgust. 

And of course he’s aware of himself. Boney shoulders and bird-thin chest, ribs and spine all visible even through his undershirt. He doesn’t think he’s ugly, per se, but he knows he’s not attractive, not even close. 

But when him and Bucky get together? It’s like magic. Yeah, Buck’s always been affectionate, but this is a whole new level. Steve doesn’t even think Bucky was this way with his girls. Sometimes it feels like Bucky’s constantly on him, touching him any chance he gets.

When they’re making dinner, Bucky’s behind him, hands on his waist or groping his ass. On the couch listening to the radio or just relaxing, and Bucky’s always sitting much closer than necessary, tangling their feet together. There’s a kiss from him every time Steve leaves or comes home, and Bucky’s holding his hand any chance he gets.

“I love everything about you,” is what he says when Steve asks him about it one night when they’re curled together in the darkness of their room. Bucky buries his face in Steve’s neck and presses a kiss against his jaw. “Just can’t get enough.”

So, yeah, it gets a little easier after that. Steve starts to accept himself. As he gets more comfortable, he lets himself be more open with Bucky. He doesn’t go for the love-sick octopus approach like Bucky might, but when Steve does touch him, it’s with purpose and passion.

But then comes the war, and with it the new body. And before Steve can even start to get used to it, Bucky’s torn away from him, and then he’s torn away from himself, and there’s ice and cold and cold– and then a new world, a new time, and Steve’s alone.

But when Bucky does come back to him? When he can stand being touched without the fear or punishment or pain? God, it’s like they’re touch-starved. They’re constantly on each other, holding hands and forehead kisses and sitting too close all the time, everywhere and anywhere the please. 

And yeah, if you’d ask Steve, he’d say that was his favorite thing about Bucky. (Though the way they touch during sexy times is totally a runner-up.)

Bad boys and good-byes chapter 8

Pairing: Jikook
Author: blt_prf
Words: 3206
Genre: Highschool au
Summary: Jungkook’s life as a newly debuted singer is way too busy and he can’t afford to get distracted by Taehyung’s noisy friends, never mind fall in love with one of them.

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