i laughed at some of these for a really long time

Boner

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Summary: The reader moves into a new town and finds out something surprising about her new gorgeous neighbor.

Prompt: “I’m not sure if you’re trying to turn me on but I have a boner now.”

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Requested: @whispersandwhiskerburn


Change.

You’ve never despised a word so much in your god damn life. It mocks you, rips every little aggravation from the world and throws it right into your fucking face. It’s turned your life completely and totally upside down. Then it spun you the fuck around just to make sure you’re officially screwed.

Having just moved from New York two weeks ago, you can now call Nashville home. Forget a different state, you feel like you’re in a freaking different reality. The friendly residents alone throw you for a loop. You’re slightly convinced that they have some ulterior motive. Then again considering the shady fuckers in your past, you could just be paranoid. 

Growing up in a big city has given you a tough exterior that the men around here seem to be intimated by. It must be the way you carry yourself, also the permanent bitch face that you’ve acquired over the years.

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This Is War [11]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: Angst. Maybe some language. Mentions of alcohol

A/N: Haha.. Insert sweating emoji face here..

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Harry Potter and His Complete Lack of Shower Etiquette.

Harry tossed his uniform over the back of the sofa as he flicked open the top few buttons of his shirt and entered the kitchen to get himself a long drink of water. He was hungry; Draco had already ordered Chinese. The take-out containers sat on the table, neatly arranged in the centre under a Stasis, with two plates, forks and the paper-wrapped chopsticks laid out ready. 

But it was a sudden craving for something cold and sweet that hit him and after pointlessly digging around in the freezer for a few seconds, he gave up and went looking for his boyfriend. He could hear the shower running now, as he walked further into the flat and the muffled humming that seemed strangely magnified as it echoed off the wet tiles. 

The bathroom door was ajar and Harry elbowed his way in. Draco was a long, blurred form in the tub behind the curtain, his hands in his hair as he lathered. He hummed the chorus of the song for a fifth time - he was pants at memorising the rest of the lyrics.

Snorting softly, Harry curled his fingers around a fistful of the damp curtain and pushed it aside with a careless, “Hey, are we out of–”

But his question was drowned out at Draco’s vague humming morphed into a severely high-pitched shriek as he turned around to face Harry, both hands flying down between his legs to cover his bits. Sweet smelling suds of shampoo ran down the sides of his face and his hair was sticking up in wet bunches. The shower was still running, pouring onto his shoulder and back, the steam rising around him like a cloud. His eyes were huge and round with shock and his mouth was open in a scream that went on and on. 

He was frankly completely adorable.

“Stop screaming.” Harry rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Draco, it’s just me. Are we out of ice cream? I saw a tub in there last week–”

“GET OUT!” Draco shrieked, lifting one hand to violently point a soapy finger towards the door, spattering Harry with streaks of apple scented water. “YOU ILL-MANNERED WRETCH! GET OUT!”

“Oh my god, I fucked you in here only this morning!” Harry reminded him incredulously. “I’ve seen you naked literally every single fucking day for over three yea–”

“HARRY, I WILL STAB YOU IN THE FUCKING EYE!” Draco bellowed, eyes bulging manically, hands curled into fists. “I HATE YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT!–”

“Fine!” Harry was already backing away. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath as he exited the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind himself so that the continued screams of have you no sense of propriety whatsoever and how is it that I’ve ended up with a shamelessly indecent, completely uncouth piece of shit like you faded away to muffled screaming coupled with the steady gush of the shower.

Harry laughed for a whole ten minutes.

(Insp.)

Mixup

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, talk of periods

Word Count: 1,913

Prompt: After a witch spews it’s spells on Dean and the reader, the reader wishes for something to happen to Dean, and Dean turns into a whiny bitch about it.

Special thanks to @lipstickandwhiskey for betaing.

It was nearly blinding when the purplish-grey dust flew around you and Dean. Before it could all clear out, and the two of you could actually see, Sam had nailed the witch. One bullet, directly through the back of her head, and you were fine. She collapsed into a heap on the ground, and that was that.

Sam’s nose scrunched up as he approached the two of you. “What the hell did she douse you guys with?”

“Some of her freak weirdo witch juice,” Dean grumbled, practically gagging at the stench that was coming from the dust. “I need to shower, like now.”

“Good thing we’re not far from the motel,” you chimed in. “So what do we do with Bellatrix over there?”

Dean scoffed, “really? Out of all the iconic witches, you pick the one from Harry Potter?”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do RFA + V and SAERAN reacting to MC having a LOT of anxiety since she was a kid. So she's nervous with strangers and very worrisome about her s/o and her own actions. I really love your account, I've been following you for a long time. I'd appreciate it a lot of you do this because I go through this.

◉ Yoosung 

  • Constantly smiling and reassuring you that everything is okay 
  • Squeezes your hand to let you know he’s there for you 
  • He prefers to do things alone with you anyway so that helps 
  • Picnics or sitting at a cafe together relaxing 
  • Or he would rather just stay at home and order a pizza for a movie night 
  • Whenever you feel anxious he just smiles and reminds you that he is there for you 

◉ Jumin 

  • He will do anything he can to make you comfortable
  • Honestly he prefers you stay in the penthouse anyway
  • So strangers aren’t much of a problem for you when you’re with him 
  • However, if you have to go to a work dinner with him he will keep you so close to him and deflect all conversation so you don’t have to speak or worry 
  • And he’ll whisk you away as soon as he has an opportunity to leave
  • He tells you to pet Elizabeth 3rd when you’re feeling anxious 

◉ Zen 

  • Crazy protective over you 
    • “Don’t worry princess, you’re safe with me.”
  • Is very conscious of people when you guys are out 
  • He would never want to make you anxious because of fans bombarding him or something 
  • He will even dress in disguise to take you out so you guys don’t have to worry about it 
  • He rubs your back or gives you a massage when you’re feeling super anxious and he tries to remind you that everything is going to be okay 

◉ Jaehee 

  • She has tons of tricks for helping anxiety 
  • She’s really practical about it so if you guys are out and she sees you start to show signs she will pull you aside and talk to you 
    • “Tell me what’s making you anxious, even if you think it’s silly.”
  • She will reassure you as much as she can that there’s nothing to worry about and if it ever gets too much you can leave at any time 
  • She’ll make some tea or bake something for you when you’re really feeling wound up at home 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He’s really in tune with what makes you anxious 
  • When you leave the house he will lace his fingers in yours and hold tight 
  • He’s always really close to you 
  • When he starts noticing you’re getting anxious he will begin to crack jokes to distract you and make you laugh 
  • He wished he could always be there to help you but he can’t so he created an app for you to use when you get anxious 
  • It has calming gifs and little pep talks from him so you can use that to calm down 

◉ V 

  • He can usually hear it in your voice when you start to get anxious 
  • He will smile and rubs his hands down your arms in a soothing way and kiss your forehead 
  • You don’t go out much anyway because of his eyes 
  • When you’re at home he will do what he can for you like draw a bath and light some candles to get you to relax 
  • Loves to hold you in bed and run his fingers through your hair until you’re calm again 

◉ Saeran 

  • He also deals with anxiety sometimes so he knows how you feel 
  • It’s hard for you both to go out at times but it helps to know that you each have one another 
  • Even so, he is still always worried about you even more than himself 
  • He got you both fidget spinners and they’ve really been a great help 
  • If you’re out and he starts to see you get too anxious and you need to wind down he will just say he’s ready to go home or say something mean to Saeyoung, even though he’s really just doing it for you 
Try Me (M)

Originally posted by tanjhent

(THIS GIF IS SO BIG WTF BUT DAJSJKAHDK BAMBAM LOOKING FINE)

REQUESTED: by @bambamedaf ; a kind of funny but mostly smutty scenario where you’re best friends and you jokingly fight about who is the biggest hoe. 

Reader (you) x Bambam

Word count: 1641

Warnings: SMUUUUUUT 

none: FINALLY POSTING A REQUEST YAY! I’m so sorry for those who are waiting for SO LONG i’m such a bad writer why. I WILL GET TO THEM I PROMISE AND THANK TO @bambamedaf FOR WAITING SO LONG! ILY~ ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER BAMBAM FIC YAYYYYYY! read well, my dears! -admin


A best friend is someone who is referred to as the closest one to you. They are the ones who make you happy whenever you’re feeling down or the ones who laugh at your stupid jokes. Either way, the closest one to you is the one you connect with the most. That was Bambam to you. All throughout high school, everyone had thought you and Bambam were dating at one point. You two spent so much time together, walking side by side, people had the right to assume you two were dating. Naturally, a thought like that had you develop feelings for your best friend. However, the only thing in your way was the connection between you two.

You didn’t want to lose the friendship you had with Bambam. He would always be there for you, whenever you’re in trouble or need a shoulder to cry on. And you didn’t want to lose that connection. However, you didn’t know Bambam had those same feelings as well.

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Bad Moon Rising (Part 1)

Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,000ish

Warnings: language, mild injury

A/N: Enjoy!…


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anonymous asked:

Harry and y/n are dating and they're in the stage where they're new to having sex and it's a game to see who had what kink?

 It’s probably late when the boys finish the show and you’re desperate to see Harry so you don’t wait for him to come backstage but go straight on the stage. It’s safe, because fans are already gone, even the camera guys and the security guards.

“Babe” he calls when he sees you and runs to you. “Did you have fun with Lou and the other girls?”

“Nope” you pout your lips, “Well, yes but i missed you and i didn’t really enjoyed Lux bitting my finger.”

“So you did have fun but you missed me and that’s why you didn’t enjoy the girls?”

“Exactly” you smile and give him a small peck on the lips.

“But you saw me an hour and a half ago” he laughs.

“I know” you look at his lips again and then all over the stage to see if there is anyone else. “But i need you.” you whisper in his ear then bite his earlobe. “I need you so much. My period is gone and i’m so desperate to have you in me. Or for you to touch me, or anything, just please let me have you for a little.”

“Okay, let’s go to the hotel room and i’ll think about it.”

“No” you grab his hand, “I need you now. I can’t wait.”

“But we’re on the stage, Y/N, someone can come any time and catch us. Absolutely no. This is an awful idea and you’re gonna regret it when someone sees your bare ass.”

“I’m not gonna regret it. And no one will come, you and the boys finished the show so no one has work to do in here.”

“And what about the cleaners?” he smiles, thinking that he’s gonna win.

“I don’t care. I need you” you whisper again then rub yourself on his crotch and moan. “Please, Harry, no one will find out.”

He watches you with an intensive look in his eyes and you can almost hear his thoughts. You know he’s struggling and about to give up and give you want you want so you kiss his jaw, then go down on his neck and grab his belt.

“Okay” he finally says, “but it’ll be quick and we have to be really quite.”

You smile thankfully and give him a kiss before you go down on his neck once again and start sucking at his skin.

“Wanted to do this so much” you say and lick the red spot, “You have no idea.”

“Babe, no” he moans, “don’t leave me a red mark, fans will go crazy and all the paparazzi…”

“Shht…”

His hands travel to the back of your thighs and he lifts your dress. “Misses yeh so much too, babe. Those seven days without tastin’ yeh were a disaster.

“Want to taste me then?” you smile, thinking about the wettness in your panties.

“We have to be quick and quite. Remember?”

“We will be” you tell him, starting to unbutton his belt.

“Are yeh sure? ‘Cause every time i get down on yeh, you can’t stay quite, babe. You keep moaning loud and screaming my name. Someone will hear you.”

“I’ll be quite. Promise.”

“If you make any noise, i’ll stop” he warns you, “lay down.”

You do as you’re told and open up your legs for him. He gets on his knees and holds your thighs so you can’t move. You start trembling even from the start - when he takes your panties down your legs with his teeth, - and he smiles at how weak you are after a whole weak without his touch. 

“Sorry” you smile too, trying to calm down.

“Such a desperate little girl for me, aren’t yeh?” 

“Yeah” you moan, not really knowing if this is an aswer for his question or a urged for him to continue. “And i actually think i have a fetish for your head between my thighs.”

“Really?” he smirks, “And speaking of this… Do you think you actually have some kind of fetish for something.”

“Like… I think about your hands a lot… And your dirty talk… But i don’t really know about having a fetish…”

“Want to try something then?” he asks, smirking.

You already know you’re gonna regret this but you nod.

“Call your mom.” 

“What?” you can’t believe your ears, “R-right now?”

“Yes.”

You take your phone from your purse and search for her number. “What do you have on mind?” you ask, not really thinking whatever he wants it’s safe. 

“Just call her.”

When he hears her voice trough the phone speaker, he licks your and start sucking at your clit, still looking up to you with a dirty glance.

“Hi, sweetie” she says and you can feel how he’s playing with you and pretty much enjoying it.

“H-hi, mom” you say and wait for him to continue but he looks at you, “Just wanted to check how your day was.”

He starts licking again, still holding your trembling legs. 

“Boring if i have to be honest. And yours?”

“Mine was boring too” you close your eyes for a moment and bite your bottom lip, “I waited for Harry to finish the show and now we’re in the hotel room, waiting for our food.”

“Can you give the phone to him, i have something to ask him about the concerts because your cousin Emily wants to go to that one in Las Vegas…”

“No, mom” you open your mouth wide, trying not to scream when Harry bites at your clit. “He’s in the shower and he’s really tired. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Okay, honey. I have to hang up now because your dad is calling me but we’ll hear tomorrow.”

“Yes, mom” you moan, not really quite, “Bye”

“Wait, what happend?”

“Uhm” you stare at Harry with a look which almost can kill, “I j-just hit my toe.”

“Oh” your mom says, but you can’t say that you convinced her. “Okay, goodbye.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” you ask him and put your phone somewhere on the stage.

“No” he laughs, “But if you want me to stop, i have no problem with that.”

“No! No, please, i need to cum.”

“Then tell me what fetishes you have.”

“I don’t know, i already… Fuck, yeah!… told you.”

“So… if you don’t like to be quite and pretend that you don’t get licked while you talk on the phone then what about sensory deprivation?”

“I-i don’t know what you mean, Harry, please continue, please, babe, i need to cum.”

“Just if you let me blindfold you.”

“What?” you furrow your eyerbrows.

“I’ll put my bandana on your eyes so you can’t see what i’m ‘bout to do”

“No” you shake your head, “I like to watch you taking care of me.”

“Hmm” he smiles, “Then what about switching roles?”

“Like… Me fucking your mouth?”

“Yeah” he laughs, “like that.”

You lift yourself up on your elbows and slowly move closer to him. You can see how your juices are falling down from his lips on your clit. 

“Should i-i…?

“Yeah” he says, “do whatever you want to.”

You move a little bit closer to him and he starts sucking at your clit again. Your fingers tangle in his hair, you take off his bandana and covers his eyes with it. “Are you enjoying it?” You slowly grind to his mouth.

“Yes, and i think i found my kink.”

“Blindfolding?” you ask and take ful grip on his hair.

He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a look and keep sucking and licking, slightly moaning because he can’t get enough of the taste of you. You don’t even have the chance to warn him that you’re about to cum when he bites at your clit and leaves you trembling and desperate for more. Before you can even take control of your breathing, he takes of his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down. 

“I’m not sure you’re going to like this… Just tell me if something is wrong.”

You look at him, his knees are next to the both side of your shoulders and you have a close view of his cock.

“It’s alright, Harry, go on.”

He wraps his fingers around his red tip, precum on it, and takes a hold on your hair. “Is it really fine?” he asks again.

You don’t feel like convincing him for one more thing today so you take it in your mouth and starts sucking as he pulls in and out.

“You look so beautiful like this, Y/N. There’s something so erotic about your cherry lips. It makes me so horny watching them. And when you kiss me it’s always too hard not to get turn on.”

He starts trusting fast, not giving you time to prepare and you start gagging on him. Your hands travel to his balls and start massaging him, making a throaty moan slip of his lips.

“God, babygirl, i’ll never be able to take enough from yeh, won’t i?”

You takes his cock in your hand and start pumping as his head falls back down. “Come for me, daddy, let me swallow it like a good girl.” This drags him to the edge and he moans the loudest you’ve ever heard him, both of you forgot someone can hear you.

After he recovers from his orgasm, he kisses you thankfully and gives your butt a slight slap. “No one heard us, babe, we should celabrate it in the hotel room later.”

“Yeah. We should also take into consideration that i didn’t regret any of this.” you smile at him while he picks up your panties from the floor and puts them in his pocket.

“Can’t wait.”

this is literally 1,500 words of andreil almost-fluff based on this text post by @foxxhole​. i’d apologize except i’m not really sorry :-) 

here it is on ao3.


Neil opened his eyes slowly to a sun-filled room. It was bright out, clearly past his usual rising hour, and for a moment it worried him. For that moment he didn’t recognize the room; couldn’t name the country he was waking up in, let alone the city. It was natural to force the panic to settle by looking around the room, picking up specific memories from objects placed strategically in view of the bed. As Neil scanned, forcing himself to breathe normally, the world pieced itself back together again in front of his tired eyes.

On the dresser at the far end of the room was a framed photo of the Foxes’ first championship win, Neil’s first year on a Class I team. From there his eyes drifted slowly to the the bedside table, where there was a familiar set of keys – the keys to the house in Columbia – placed close to him for this exact reason. Just above, hanging on the adjacent wall, was Neil’s jersey from his first professional Exy team, when he played for New York. At the end of the bed was a cat, Sir, and the memory of taking him home rose to the surface of Neil’s mind. The last movement was a natural progression. It was instinct that came from going over this same list every morning.

But when Neil rolled over to check the other side of the bed, it was missing. The last piece had been removed from the board before Neil could manage to finish the puzzle. He looked back at Sir, at the end of the bed, and it was almost ridiculous how long it took his mind to finally make the connection.

Andrew wasn’t beside him.

Instinct told him to panic. A feeling of dread washed over Neil’s body like a tsunami devastates a city.

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Night Rider


“we have to go. Come on Jughead, man everyone’s going, if we don’t show up the Serpents are gonna think we don’t care.” the lanky, blonde teen named Richie leaned lazily against the beat up pickup truck outside Jugheads trailer, impatiently swallowing down the rest of his beer.

Jughead Jones was bent over his motorcycle, a cigarette dangling lazily from between his lips as he peered around the engine “I don’t care what the rest of the Serpents think, we do enough for them anyway, we’ve been part of the gang for years now, we don’t need to hang out at those ridiculous bars. you go if you want, I’ve got stuff to do.”

Richie rolled his eyes, “I’m not going without you. We gotta go, come on just this one time, I’ll buy you all the burgers you want.” the tall blonde wiggled his eyebrows and shoved his mysterious friends shoulder.

Jughead straightened up and crossed his arms, raising a brow as Richie folded his hands and mock pouted, Jughead finally cracked a smile and shook his head
“whatever. lets go,” he wiped the grease from his hands on his jeans as Richie stared incredulously at the tall, dark haired boy

“you cant go like that, you’ve gotta get changed. you’re covered in Grease.”

Jughead wrapped an arm around his friends shoulders putting him in a headlock “you scared of a little dirt Richie Rich?” he teased, tugging the blonde boy away as both the teenagers mounted their bikes, straightening their leather jackets, the snake shaped S displayed proudly on the back.

The Whyte Worm was one of the worst bars in Riverdale, it was located deep in the Southside and was nothing but a room filled with a broken down pool table and cheap décor, alcohol littering every corner, it was the kind of place Jughead absolutely hated but found himself in more often than he would like, he stood outside the wooden doors, his hands clenching into fists as he rolled his neck back, he hated this, all of it, being a serpent, keeping up appearances. It was exhausting and lately he found it harder to sit back and be nothing more than his fathers son, he just wanted to be Jughead Jones, whoever that was.

“come on, I bet they’ve got peanuts again.” Richie breezed past Jughead, his hands out as he headed into the bar. Jughead rolled his eyes again, slipping a cigarette in between his smirking lips. It was gonna be a long night.

the Worm was as crowded as always and Jughead instantly felt the familiar itch he always seemed to get in overpopulated spaces take over his body, the familiar crew was sprawled around the bar but there were a few unfamiliar faces as well. A red haired boy in a tight maroon Tshirt was leaning against the bar, his eyes trained on a girl with matching red hair and her friend, the friend had a fairly expensive pair of pearls on and both the girls were clearly drunk as they danced loosely to the old rock song playing through the juke box, his eyes shifted to a tall Asian boy with shoulders built for the football field, he was leaning close to someone who made something shift in Jugheads stomach.

She was something from an old 1950s noir movie, her silky honey blonde hair was left loose in perfect waves, her cherry red lips stood out against the porcelain of her skin and the startling bright green of her eyes, her body was built for sin and even underneath the tiny white dress she wore he could see curves that were made to be held. Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe it. Her fingers were tapping on the bar counter as she laughed at something the boy beside her said, she looked at ease, but the tension in her shoulders told a different story, unlike her drunk friends she seemed to be perfectly sober as she glanced around the bar and sipped on a water bottle.

“she’s something to look at huh?” F.P Jones was beside Jughead now, his hand laying heavy on his sons shoulder.

Jughead shook his fathers hand off “what’s she doing here?” he asked coldly.
something like hurt flickered in the older mans eyes before he quickly covered it

“guess they just wanted to have night out, not much to do on the northside, everyone wants a taste of the southside every once in a while. but that one? the pretty blonde in the dress? as odd as it is, I think she fits in the best here.” he chuckled, slapping his hand to jugheads back before backing away and into the crowd.

By the time Jughead looked back to the bar the blonde was gone, her tall friend was chatting up some Serpents daughter by the bar. He glanced to the door and saw a swish of blonde hair and a flash of long legs, putting his cigarette out with the toe of his combat boot he took a deep breath and made his moves towards the door.

she was leaning against the wall, the water bottle still clutched between her hands as her head was resting on the dark red bricks, eyes closed and toes pointed. Jughead pulled another cigarette out and placed it in between his lips, wiping his sweaty palms on the pockets of his jeans, he leaned beside her on the wall

“nice night” he mumbled, the girl in the dress’ eyes snapped open and she stared confused at the leather jacket wearing boy

“sure is, I love summer nights.” she sighed dreamily

“I get that.” he smiled at her warm eyes, “ Jughead Jones. I’ve never seen you here before, you new to town?” Jughead smirked, puffing on his cigarette
with twinkling eyes Betty giggled

“ I’m Betty Cooper, what do I not fit in?” she glanced down at her dress playfully “ maybe I should get a leather jacket.”

jughead grinned
“ might not be such a bad idea.”

Betty smiled before glancing away
“ my friends wanted to come, they love places like this. I don’t think.. Its not really my scene.” she shrugged slightly, her eyes coming up to meet his.

Jughead stared deep into her grassy green eyes, they were hauntingly beautiful, in a show of bravery he reached out for hand

“lets go then.” his eyes shifted to his motorcycle and Bettys followed, hers getting wide before she smiled slightly

“really? you’ll..you’ll take me?”
he brought a hand to the back of his neck

“I don’t have a helmet or anything…” Jughead trailed off.
with one final glance at the bar, Betty gripped the dark haired boys hand

“ come on Jughead Jones, the night is young.”

he laughed as the Beautiful blonde girl next door pulled him to the row of bikes.

the night was still young.

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A/N:  Sometimes when you’re having debilitating writer’s block, what you need is someone like @melissas173 whispering in your ear, sending you pictures, asking questions, and cheering you on with your feeble attempts to move past the block.  I think Secure is proof that she has a successful formula.  Thank you, Mel!!!!

As always, shoutout to my betas @little-black-dress-24, @niallandharrymakemestrong, and @emulateharry for reading, discussing and giving feedback.  No woman is an island.  Not with friends like this.

“Uhm, Jeffrey? May I, uhm, speak to you, uhm, in private?” my potential new client pulls at his lip while staring meaningfully at his manager.

I don’t flinch at the question. It’s to be expected. Still I tune my ear to their conversation when the office door doesn’t close all of the way.

“Harry,” the manager starts out reasonably, “We talked about new security since Mike is out on paternity leave.”

“Yes, but, uhm….how do I say this?” the celebrity is hesitant, obviously unwilling to voice the opinion I anticipate.

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We Are Young: Chapter 2

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Standing in the middle of the school foyer, Dorian took a moment to stare up at the giant piece of fabric hanging from the ceiling.

The school colours stared back at him. LETS GO ROYALS jumped out, painted in red with a gold outline. Someone had even added red and gold sparkles, causing the banner to shine in the light of the school foyer.

The big game was in just a few days, and already the school was abuzz. Banners were being hung all over - in the hallways, classrooms, and especially around the front of the school - despite the fact that they would all have to come down for the game.

Dorian smirked as he walked by a banner that had been made just for him. “YOU HAVE A GOALIE, BUT WE HAVE A PRINCE!” Prince. A suitable nickname for the star goalie of the Royals. Everyone loved to say he was the best goalie they’d ever had, and if he was being honest with himself, he kind of was. That said, even he would admit the nickname was a bit much. Some girls came up with it his freshman year, and it stuck ever since.

“They sure love their hockey.”

Dorian looked to his left, pulling his lips back into a smile as Chaol stepped up next to him.

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Jeep Smut pt 2

Shawn Mendes 
Words; 2,200 
Warnings: CONTAINS ACTUAL SMUT
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by, like, everyone at this point 
Note; Well this was a journey  😄 Also, not the best ending, but by this point I’ve been working for about 12 hours (pretty much straight) on this damn thing  😄 Oh, and here’s part 1 in case you haven't read it yet! 

“God, how does Que put up with these things?” Alex groaned as she kicked off her heels, bringing her knees to rest under her chin. From the corner of my eyes, I caught sight of the hem of her dress sliding higher up her thigh, and it took all the strength in me not to just pull over and fuck her senseless. 

Alex seemed to read my mind, a small grin flirting on her lips, “I’ve got you good, haven’t I?”

“Wait, you knew what you were doing?” I turned to her for a mini second.

Nodding, her giggles sent my heart racing as she hid the ever-growing smile behind her leg, “Why do you think Que let me borrow this dress?”

My mouth worked but I had no words.

Knuckles turning white, I gripped the wheel tightly, trying to push past my feelings and focus on the road. But Alex just loved making this hard for me. Ever so gently, her fingers danced along my arm, goose bumps forming on the skin as she grabbed my hand. She brought my hand to her lips, taking her time to kiss each knuckle. I inhaled sharply as she guided my hand up her bare leg, the tips of my fingers brushing along the hem.

Just a few more minutes.

We hit the woods at the edge of the city. The sun was already beginning to set, snippets of the pink and orange sky filtering through the clusters of tall trees. Alex rolled down her window more, letting the warm summer air into the car. It would have been romantic, if I wasn’t so God damn desperate.

Once I thought we were deep enough into the woods that no one would find us, I pulled over into a familiar lay-by overlooking a picnic area with a large lake. Cutting off the engine, we both unbuckled ourselves. I reached over to Alex, totally ready to drag her into my lap, but she didn’t seem to think the same. Instead she flashed me a smile before getting out the car.

Closing my eyes, my head fell against my chair as I took a deep breath through my nose, trying to compose myself. I swear she was trying to kill me.

I slammed the car door shut, walking across the grass towards Alex who sat on an old picnic table. Soft sun reflected off the water, casting a warm glow on her face.

Joining her on the table, I opened my arm for her. Instinctively, she curled into me, the little peck she pressed against my neck sending tingles down my spine. Her head fell onto my shoulder, small wisps of hair tickling my nose as I kissed the crown of her head.

“It’s really pretty here,” She mumbled softly, smiling at the small group of ducks swimming around the far end of the lake.

“You know what’s prettier?” She shrugged, “You.”

Her whole face blushed an adorable shade of red as my lips brushed the sensitive spot behind her ear, nipping at the skin to make her laugh, “Shut up.”

The ducks started quacking in the distance, the leaves on the tree rustling as the wind passed through them. It was quiet out here. It felt nice to get away from the loud city, even if it was only for a few hours.

“Granddad used to bring Aaliyah and me out here every summer,” I blurted out, not really sure why, “He would try and teach us to fish, but we were more interested in climbing the trees. I haven’t been here in so long.”

“We could bring our own kids here in the future. Maybe not to fish, but for like picnics or something.” My laughter caught her attention. Her grin growing as she turned to gaze up at me with dreamy eyes.

I couldn’t help but smile back, “I’d like that.”

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scene change || pjm (f)

Being in one of BTS’s new music videos may take it’s toll on your feelings for a very shy, pink-haired boy.

Originally posted by daenso

genre/warnings: fluff, drabble.
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‘’What even is the concept of this music video?’’ Yoongi growled, looking down at the script in his hand while taking a sip from his coffee, ‘’sitting in a pile of dirty laundry? Me throwing a cake at Namjoon? What does that have to do anything with the lyrics?’’

‘’Stop complaining, hyung,’’ Namjoon simply said, seated next to him as his hair got styled, ‘’and just roll with it.’’

‘’Yeah, listen to what he’s saying,’’ you grinned, casually walking into the dressing room and picking up on the conversation. Yoongi shot you a glare, but decided it was best to give up on complaining. A last growl rolled over his lips. ‘’You better not keep up the informal talk, Y/N.’’

You stuck your tongue out and opened the little fridge, grabbing a water bottle and closing the door with your hip. Today was the day the boys had to shoot another couple of scenes for their Spring Day music video, and as a good friend of Taehyung, they asked you to be involved in the video. You were supposed to represent the friend they were missing throughout the song and so, even you got a couple of nice scenes. Not that you were really noticeable, but you were told the fans would definitely see you. Like, definitely.

You heard some laughter coming from the hallways and seconds later, Jungkook and Taehyung busted through, laughing their asses off as Taehyung held onto a small sticky note. Jungkook kneeled down and started to slap the floor while laughing, he could barely breath. Taehyung hastily handed the note over his two hyungs while nobody had looked at you yet. Minutes later, a blushing, pink-haired Jimin stepped into the room and looked very embarrassed, looking at the two youngsters before letting his eyes glide over the room and halting at your appearance.

A soft squeal left his lungs and he immediately disappeared, closing the door behind his back as the whole situation left you clueless. ‘’What’s so funny?’’ you tried to ask Taehyung, but he was leaning down on Jungkook while they were giggling and babbling weird things, and they clearly weren’t in a right state of mind to answer your question. So you moved on to the two older hyungs.

‘’What’s so funny?’’ you repeated the question as Yoongi and Namjoon grinned, looking down at the sticky note and sharing a few words before Yoongi gave you the small paper.

On the top were two names: ‘’Y/N + Jimin’’, followed by ‘’scene #67′’.

You tried to rack your brain and remembered scene 67 was supposed to be a scene where you were supposed to look lost in a train compartment as Jimin rushed over to you, pushing both you guys through a door to end up in the middle of a field with the rest of boys. But as your eyes lowered, you sucked in a breath as a change of actions were written down.

SCENE CHANGE: ‘’[Jimin] taking [Y/N] outside —> [Jimin] kissing [Y/N]’’

Your eyes widened as you felt your heart skip a beat. The thought of kissing Jimin made you feel a bit light-headed. Now you understood why everyone thought this was so funny, because Jimin never actually even approached you. You had some small talks with him, but he always seemed so shy around you and was never really someone to have some long ass talks with. And now you also understood why Jimin was so embarrassed and fled the scene; he knew he never really talked to you and he knew how embarrassing it would be for him to kiss you.

‘’Y/N, are you okay?’’ Namjoon asked, and you could tell he was trying really hard to push away the grin that was about to creep on his face. You just nodded, several strands of hair falling in front of your face, but you swatted them away immediately.

‘’Y-yeah, yeah. I just… think I’m going to have a chat with Jimin,’’ you stuttered and pushed your body past Namjoon’s. You gave the two giggling maknaes a disappointed look, before leaving the dressing room and making your way to the set.

As you arrived, you saw Jimin in a heated discussion with the director and he looked pretty upset. While you halted your steps and tried to listen to the conversation, another member of the crew came to stand right next to you.

‘’You know, we didn’t do it without any reason given. PD-nim said it’d give the video ten times more views,’’ he lowly said while you two watched the director throwing his arms in the air rather furiously. You grimaced.

‘’It shouldn’t matter whether a kiss gives a video more views. If both Jimin and I don’t feel comfortable with the sudden change of plan, it shouldn’t be included in the video. Him dragging me through a door would be shocking enough,’’ you argued and tried to sound convincing of your statement, but the crew member gave you a look which told you he knew he was right.

‘’Aren’t you comfortable with the idea of kissing Jimin?’’ he asked you straightforwardly and you immediately shook your head.

‘’No,’’ you said, ‘’I think.’’

‘’You think?’’

‘’I mean, who cares? It’s just a kiss, right? We don’t even know each other that well,’’ you said and you must’ve sounded very contradicting to what you said earlier.

‘’Woah, Y/N-ssi, go tell Jimin that. Maybe then he’d calm down a bit,’’ the guy said before he left you alone again, and you stared at Jimin’s tensed back for a few seconds. Was Jimin really that upset? Were you really that bad to kiss? Or was it something else?

Suddenly, Jimin turned around and was about to dash off again, but he stopped midway because otherwise, he had ran you over. He looked down at you and his eyes widened.

‘’Jimin,’’ you curtly said.

‘’Y-Y/N, h-hey,’’ he shyly said and he stood frozen in place, feet glued to the ground.

He looked really cute today, you had to admit that. They put him in a warm, fluffy soft blue coat and a striped sweater underneath it. His loose jeans was cut till his knees and he wore some green sneakers and high socks as a finish in touch. Well, actually, the finish in touch was his cute, pink pastel hair, and you almost gasped at how adorable and small the outfit made him look.

‘’Are you okay? With… the scene?’’ you asked him and hoped for him to answer it in all honesty. Because by the looks of that heated discussion he had just now, he didn’t seem too happy about it.

‘’Ah, about that…’’ he said and started to fidget with the zoom of his T-shirt, ‘’I’m not entirely sure if I am comfortable with it. I mean, gosh, Y/N, y-you’re such a pretty person. Everyone would kill to be kissed by you. I mean, wait… I didn’t mean to say… Y/N, what I want to say, is that–‘’

You halted him by holding up your hand. He pressed his lips together after his totally embarrassing ramble and just stared at your hand, really not knowing what to do now. He called you pretty but refused to kiss you. That’s fine.

‘’It’s okay Jimin, if you don’t want to, then don’t. Do not let other people push you around that much. The scene was good like it was, just you pushing me outside, you know?’’ you reasoned and tried to let Jimin understand you’re okay with basically everything. ‘’But it’s just… it’s just a kiss, you know? You’ll survive. You’ve been kissed before, so don’t be too nervous about it.’’

You tried to give him an encouraging smile and tilted your head. ‘’Think about it. I’ll see you in a bit for the shooting.’’

And with that, you turned around and sprinted away, leaving Jimin at the set as you silently squealed to yourself. You couldn’t really tell from his body language or facial expressions what he was thinking, but let it be a surprise what he was planning on doing so.

About an hour later, you were finally called over for the scene everybody had been talking about for the past sixty minutes. Yet it was still unsure what was about to happen. You heard from Namjoon that Jimin received the freedom to choose from the director and that you’ll see what his decision was soon enough. So, feeling slightly anxious, you tried to act your way through the scene as you dramatically turned your head towards the camera.

Just then, Jimin came running down the train compartment and grabbed your hand. He let the camera take different angles from his action as he looked down on you.

‘’C’mon,’’ he whispered as Spring Day blared in the background, and with those words, you knew he had made his choice.

You felt him pulling you along to the fake door and he was about to push it open, but suddenly he froze for a millisecond and turned around, his chocolate brown eyes staring deep into your eyes. With the acting skills flooding through your veins, you tried to adapt your expressions to the situation and leaned into Jimin. You felt his hands rest on your hips as you fluttered your eyes closed, hands resting on shoulders and breath quickening.

Soon, a pair of plump lips placed themselves on your lips, and weird enough, relief washed over you as you came in contact with him. It felt good, almost too good. Your heartbeat fastened and you felt Jimin rub his hands over your hips, trying to make the kiss as soothing as possible.

His lips felt really nice. Better than expected, and you tilted your head a bit more to taste just a little bit more of his softness. But after a good fifteen seconds to give the cameraman different angles from the kiss, you pulled back and kept your eyes closed for a couple of more seconds.

‘’Woah,’’ you heard Jimin breathlessly say and you hummed, opening your eyes and seeing how close you still were to Jimin.

‘’Yeah,’’ you smirked, ‘’woah.’’

And yet again, laughter could be heard from a distance and you whipped your head towards the sound, not noticing you and Jimin were still holding onto each other.

Taehyung and Jungkook were on the ground, again, and were laughing their asses off. But the rest of the crew was clapping and had big, satisfied grins on their faces, even the rest of the boys looked pretty impressed.

‘’Way to go, Jiminnie!’’ Hoseok yelled, which made Jin scold at him, but it still made Jimin smile.

As said before, you were still in each other’s arms and you both felt quite comfortable like this too. You looked up to meet his gaze again and smiled.

‘’That was pretty amazing, Jimin,’’ you said and meant it. You were probably never this serious about something.

Blood rushed to his cheeks as he started to smile sheepishly. ‘’You too, Y/N,’’ he said while biting his lip, the smile getting bigger as you finally decided to break the embrace.

‘’We’ll eh… We’ll talk later,’’ you said and you still felt a bit swooned by the whole scene. Was it weird you actually wanted it to do it all over again?

‘’Yeah,’’ Jimin said as he tried to regain the feeling of your lips on his, actually really enjoying that feeling, ‘’definitely.’’

*Jackson Wang voice* Cute.
Also, I have been listening to Spring Day on repeat because of this rip !!

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anonymous asked:

This isn't an inconsistency, but you might find it interesting nonetheless. During the Houston con in 2016, Jared launches into a story about eating sour lemons with Gen while visiting the Amalfi Coast in Italy between European conventions, in response to a question about the most romantic thing he's ever taken his wife on. I've always been struck by Jensen's facial expressions during this story, almost like he's remembering it happening... It's on youtube, about 25 minutes into the panel.

WELL WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS

first i gotta say that yeah jensen’s face is very sweet when jared tells the story, im sure it was a nice moment for them and he also gets that pensive face like he’s remembering, you’re right 

now i hope you’ll excuse me because im about to elaborate a bit more on this moment

so i found this vid and this one 

and basically jensen doesn’t give a fuck as usual and hets are the fucking worst as usual 

like literally, that girl asks her question “i was hoping that each of you can tell us about the most romantic date you’ve ever taken your wives on” and first we got the audience “awing”, just disgusting (where is that gif of jared gagging when you need it??) but the real IMPORTANT thing here is jensen’s reaction!!!!!!!!!!! JUST LOOK

HE’S FUCKING EYEROLLING AS SOON AS THE HET ASKS HER QUESTION!!!!!!! OH MY GOD he’s so fucking DONE honestly just look at the video, you’ll see 

pics from the other angle (i couldn’t make a gif because the person is shaking, too bad) before and after the question is asked:

he’s so fucking done!!!!!

like what the actual fuck is wrong with hets, who the fuck comes at a convention about a show to ask actors about their personnal lives?????

and it’s even worse since you’re asking closeted gay guys to make up fake stories and making them even more uncomfortable because they have to lie!!

anyway

im also really annoyed because look at all those gifs, look at them!  all those gifs were taken from this video but it has been deleted!!! im so frustrated!! because it seemed like a better angle and with this vid i think we could have had a better look at jensen’s eyeroll!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!!! if anyone has saved it, make gifs of this moment please!!! 

BUT WAIT IT’S NOT OVER YET

after the questions is asked jensen rolls his eyes but jared makes a joke so people laugh but jensen isn’t done showing he’s annoyed so it goes: 

jared: i can’t tell you the entire story

jensen: why not we’re already going down that road (while making this face)

he’s not joking there, he’s done with those hets 

and that reminds me of a video where someone asked them for a story about their kids (it was right after they had the first babies) and jensen already didn’t have time for this shit and he says something like “oh that’s it, there’s no more questions about the show, after 9 seasons, now the babies are more interesting” and people were laughing because those dumb hets can’t fucking see that jensen was seriously annoyed, they don’t understand his sarcarm, just like here in houston, they’re laughing without seeing he’s annoyed, just ugh

and then after that they don’t say anything for more than 10 seconds, nothing, just awkward silence because they have to make up some bullshit stories to answer 

so jared obviously uses a moment he had with jensen and says something very genuine which makes it look authentic, and notice how he starts by saying that his story applies to all types of couples and saying that the unscripted moments are the most important and he says that one day “gen” told him “if you buy me flowers on valentine’s day and then nothing till the next valentine’s day then you can shove your flowers up your ass” and excuse the fuck me but that’s jensen talking there (and you can see him nodding a lot while jared was saying it lol)

and then he talks about not wanting his personal life to be scripted like it is during work so what they do is that they go on walks. and excuse the fuck me but how could you go on walks regularly since you’re most of the time in vancouver and gen in the US?? oh i know because those walks are with jensen!! and i can totally see j2 going on walks after work together to relax and bound as a couple rather than just as coworkers just like that moment at the beginning of the show when jensen showed jared a nice spot to eat during wendigo or dead in the water. and then jared tells the story in italy because that’s the only place where gen could have also been, during those bearding trips, and just tell me how am i supposed to believe that gen would eat a lemon raw???? are you fucking kidding me jared???? if she had been there she would have rolled her eyes and dismiss him for stealing them just like she dismisses him when he’s being his goofy self. so yeah that’s a total j2 story and yeah see the gifs at the top for jensen’s sweet smiles

and jensen’s answer is amazing!!! because he doesn’t even bother to make something up, he’s like “yeah yeah the unscripted moments right” and then he just said that it was the honeymoon!!!! he says “we really hit it on the head with the honeymoon” “that was one of the best romantic times” and yeah jensen said the best romantic times he’s had with danneel was the “honeymoon” where FUCKING GINO was invited to and where jensen said at another con HE HAD READ A GOOD BOOK!!! HAHAHAHAHHA!!!! IS HE EVEN TRYING????!!!! you guys remember that?? right?? that con where jensen remembered a book he had read during his honeymoon, that he had picked up because he was FUCKING BORED!!! DURING HIS FUCKING HONEYMOON!!!! where he had “the best romantic times”!!! oh my god jensen is not even trying i can’t believe this omg and meanwhile that dumb audience is howling and squealing like they’re wetting their panties because jensen shared a fake ass story about his fake ass honeymoon just….. it’s so fucking gross uuuuuuuuugh

and notice when he was done with the answer he IMMEDIATELY said a quick “thanks” and moved super fast to the next question!! he HATED that het question omg

it was like that other het question about knowing their “wives” were the ones, and jared was the one to fuck it up and jensen was the one to turn it into a gender neutral answer

so to end what i wanna say sincerely, from the bottom of my heart:

FUCK THOSE HETS. FUCK. THEM.

for putting jared and jensen in those uncomfortable situations all that so they can have their little fantasies and be comforted in their fake beliefs that j2 are straight and could be happy with women  

CS ff: “They Lived”

Rating: T (which feels awful and weird and where is the smut? Hint: I’m saving it for other projects.)

A/N: This is 1.2k of pure wedding fluff, because I wanted them to have a little more fun at their reception this time.


When the dust all settles, including that of Mr. Gold’s late, evil fairy of a mother, they call a do-over on the wedding. The nuptials stand, but other than a single dance, Emma and Killian never got to have a reception, so they try it again with less chance of interruptions.

Since the weather decides to cooperate, they once again set up on the rooftop overlooking the clock tower, and at 6:01pm, two days after everything has gone back to normal, Leroy is given the honor of announcing.

He’s not given a microphone, but everyone can still hear him easily enough as he says, “They’re here! The bride and groom are here!” And to an equal amount of applause and laughter, Emma and Killian emerge from the stairwell, hand in hand, with matching smiles. “Now announcing, the newlyweds!”

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She knew Max wasn’t perfect — hell, nobody was — but she still didn’t understand why Harry couldn’t just respect her and her relationship. “And he has a lot of redeeming qualities, might I add. He makes me laugh, he knows when I’m upset and just what makes me feel better, he is loyal and honest, he doesn’t—”

“Respect you?” Harry cut in, raising a brow.

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Tye Dillinger x Reader for @megaperfect10

Request: The readers brother is Kevin Owens and when Kevin sees Tye walk through the door at a get together with their family things get heated cause of the past of the both of them. Maybe some swearing if you allow that. Thanks if you can.

Note: I guess I had another request besides Matt and Alex. Either way I hope you like it!

December 11, 2014 was the exact date I met the love of my life. It wasn’t a romantic story like me crashing into him by accident. Nor was it a love hate relationship between us. It was always love…pure innocent love. Out of all the great romantic love stories out there, ours simply started by a conversation dealing with food. It wasn’t romantic but it was something I cherished greatly.

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Glad to hear your open to requests! :D if u feel like it, I think it'd be cool to hear dialogue between anders and Cassandra or whomever strikes ur inspiration!

Oh man. Cassandra and Anders. That… would be interesting.

I’ve set these during DAI on the assumption that Anders is recruited into the Inner Circle. His mood may seem a bit darker here, but that is an intentional choice - not only because the ending of DA2 left him in a pretty dark place, but also because of his current conversation partner’s occupation. 


Anders: Is the glaring really necessary?
Cassandra: The Inquisitor may have decided you are a worthy ally, but I do not. I trust I don’t have to explain my reasoning.
Anders: Because I’m a mage? An apostate? An abomination?
Cassandra: And because you are a heartless mass murderer.
Anders: Ah, right. Forgot that one. I should start keeping a list.
Cassandra: Do not make light of this.
Anders: What would you prefer? That I grovel? Throw myself to my knees before a statue of Andraste and plead for forgiveness? I know what I have done. I will make amends for that on my own terms - for my own sake, not for yours. I’m not going to parade around my guilt in order to make people like you feel better.
Cassandra: I will be watching you, mage.
Anders: It’s what the Seekers do best, isn’t it? Sitting around, watching, and doing precisely nothing of use. Have at it.


Anders: If the Seekers had done their job in the first place, none of this would have been necessary. Your people were supposed to protect us, to keep the Templars from overstepping. You had to know what was happening in the Gallows - in countless other Circles - and yet you did nothing.
Cassandra: Lord Seeker Lambert failed us all.
Anders: Does it make you feel better, placing all the blame on him? You were the Divine’s Right Hand, Cassandra. Don’t pretend that you were powerless. 


Anders: At Halamshiral, when they went to announce you… it was bloody ridiculous. You have far too many names.
Cassandra: And you don’t have any.


Anders: What motivates someone to join the Seekers in the first place?
Cassandra: I would not know. My intention was to become a Templar. I was handed over to the Seekers later.
Anders: A Templar, hmm? You must have really gotten off on the idea of murdering mages without so much as a slap on the wrist. Hated us that much, did you?
Cassandra: I had my reasons. Suffering can easily breed hatred if you are not careful.
Anders: Suffering? What possible hardships could a woman like you have to deal with you make you want to be a killer and a jailer? A noblewoman with royal blood, probably raised in the lap of luxury, not a care in the world. Come back and talk to me about suffering when your own family gives you up because they think you’re cursed. When you’ve been stuck in solitary confinement for a whole year. What could you have possibly gone through that could compare to that?
Cassandra: (very angry) Drop it, mage. I will only warn you once.


Cassandra: There was a Circle mage I once knew. Regalyan. A friend… more than that. He wanted what you claim to desire yourself - for mages to be treated as equals, with dignity and respect. He worked for years to try and counteract the hatred his kind earned because of people like you.
Anders: And what did it get him in the end? The tension in the Circles has been growing for decades. Templars have been overstepping their bounds inch by inch every year. The Seekers weren’t going to do anything about it. The Chantry certainly wouldn’t. I didn’t make this problem, Cassandra. I just forced everyone to see it.
Cassandra: Galyan attended the Conclave in pursuit of that same peace he’d dedicated his life to. He was there, at the center of it all, when the temple was destroyed.
Anders: I’m sorry to hear that.
Cassandra: Are you? Because I can’t help but wonder… if it weren’t for you, perhaps the Conclave wouldn’t have been necessary. Gal would still be alive - along with everyone else who desired peace over the kind of chaos you sow.
Anders: You can’t pin this all on me. We both know that this war didn’t start in Kirkwall.
Cassandra: You are right. And yet good men have died so that men like you can make a statement.


(After a mission in which Justice/Vengeance manifests and takes full control over Anders.)

Anders: Seeker, about before- I’m sorry if I… frightened you. You were right to draw your blade on me.
Cassandra: I hoped you would not give me reason to use it.
Anders: I was… not myself. Or, I was. It’s just…
Cassandra: You were no longer in control.
Anders: It’s difficult to describe. Most of the time, Justice and I feel like one person - no different from before, when I would occasionally talk to myself. Other times, I can feel him - rising up, pushing through - and then everything goes black. As if I’ve been shoved into some dark corner…
Cassandra: Perhaps you should discuss this with Solas. He may have insights into the matter that I do not.
Anders: (unhappy laugh) Right. Because all you know is how to kill things like me.
Cassandra: As long as you serve the Inquisition, you and I are allies. I would not strike you down unless you forced my hand. It is in both our best interests that I help you however I can.
Anders: And if there is no helping me?
Cassandra: Then I will make certain you cannot hurt anyone else.
Anders: Thank you. That’s… strangely comforting.


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Creepypasta #1143: I Hated My Little Brother

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I really did, I swear. Not a day went by when I didn’t want to punch his stupid face in, throw him into a truck’s path, send him off on a weather balloon to space. I really despised him.

A bit of backstory:

I lived with my father, my mother, and my little brother, George, or “Georgie” as a nickname. George was 11. He had sandy brown hair, and George was my parents’ little angel. He could do no wrong in their eyes. In everyone else’s, though, Georgie was a tiny demon sent from the depths of the Underworld. He harassed smaller children, stole lunch money, and did worse things I don’t even want to say. Almost once a week, our neighbors or George’s teacher would show up at our door, forced smiles frozen on our faces.

“I’ve come to have a chat about George,” they would say.

My parents would gasp at each “false” relevation. Someone killed the class hamster and wrote GT (George’s initials) in blood on the tabletop? No way. Our angel couldn’t do that! They would proclaim. Someone stole Samantha’s lunch, stuffed it in the girls’ toilet, and forced her to eat it during recess? How dare you accuse Georgie of that! It must have been some other child, though Samantha had to go to a mental hospital for a while because of the trauma. Our George burned someone’s homework? Lies. Our George kicked a kitten? False. Our George stole $78 worth of candy from a store? Of course not. He told us he bought that candy.

The list goes on.

My parents never got worn down. They never stopped to consider these claims, even when obvious evidence was presented. Ever. George was a sweet little honeycake. But as George’s sister, by God, it was 1,000x worse.

He would take my homework and hide it, burn it, or stuff it in the toilet. I came to school empty handed those days, and the teachers nodded and gave me 100s. They knew George.

I came home from school one day and all of my stuffed animals were hanging by their necks from nooses on the ceiling of my room. I screamed, ran downstairs for my parents, and when they came up they yelled at me because if I “wanted to make a statement”, then I could have just asked them to repaint my room black or dark blue or whatever.

The torture was endless.

So this brings me to about 2 weeks ago, when our house was being repainted in George’s room. One of my friends, Titi (her real name was Tatiana, but she hated it) had enough.

“You know,” she said to me, mischeviously, “we could get him back.”

“How?” I asked.

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