i love her so very dearly


A: You are late! We were suppose to be at the cinema at 5, Papá!

L: Lo siento, cariño. I had to present my essay to my teacher, the dude wouldn’t let me go unt— hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?

K: ehh…  *internal screaming*

A self-indulged au in which Lance is a single father that with all his studies and his job he barely has time to spend with his daughter (that he loves dearly), of course Math teacher Keith doesn’t like the fact that one of his favorite students seems to be neglected by her father since he has never seen him at school and she always tells him that his father is busy to even go pick her up from school.

Things changes when he sees him for the very first time, though ;3 

lost thoughts

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

Title: lost thoughts

Pairing: Kim Minseok/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU.  You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.

Summary: The sound of his voice inside her head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only Minseok wasn’t so teasing maybe things would be a little bit easier.

If only her mind could shut up for three seconds, she would be able to study.

And she really meant those words, without caring that she liked neither this topic nor studying whatsoever, but she really needed to pass this exam, yet, the voice on her head kept singing hit songs, thinking about food and some other dirty thought that would cross their heads. Not that she had two voices inside her head, one coming from a male and the other completely hers…but it was rather something she was born with. All her life she had heard the voice of her soul mate and she’d like to think it’s beautiful –and in some way it is- but at this point, it was annoying. She had heard his voice as a kid, mostly talking about how he had lost a game with his friends and asking who she was, then when he was a teenager he would be colder…slightly lost in the feeling of going through puberty and finding new lovers, and now…the man that she recognized as Minseok was nothing more than doing anything to get her riled up.

From what he thought, she could tell that Minseok was a pretty vivid and lively person. Sometimes he thought about his friends, giving them presents or teasing them as a way of showing them his love. Other times, he simply thought about food and how grumpy he was because he was hungry. From what she knew, he was on summer break at this moment and she was taking classes in the summer, hence why she was so mad because he was doing this on purpose. Back when they were both children, they didn’t know that they could have a full conversation with their thoughts, but now that he learnt that he could talk to her and hear her just from thinking…he used it to his will.

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A Sweet Dare

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, fluff, crack (not the drug guys…)

Word count: 931

Summary: Dean tries to change the reader’s opinion on something that is very very important to him…

A/N: This fic was not planned whatsoever. I had this idea and simply had to write it down. I hope you like it!

Originally posted by devoiddean

“You can’t be serious Y/N!” Dean hollered at you.

“Dean… so what? You’re totally overreacting!” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. The older Winchester had a tendency to be overprotective when it came to things he loved dearly but enough was enough.

He put his hand on his hip like an offended middle aged women with hot rollers in her hair. His eyebrows shot up as he opened his mouth to continue on with his rant.

“Umm, I personally don’t think I’m overreacting at all. In fact Y/N, my entire view on you just changed. I don’t get how you could ever say something like that?! Seriously, I’ve never met someone who thinks the way you do. I currently doubt whether or not you’re even friggin human!”

“DEAN! Just calm the fuck down! It’s just my opinion. You can have your own. Can’t we simply agree to disagree? This is getting ridiculous…” with open arms you took a step towards him but all he did was putting his index finger up, signaling that he was nowhere near done.

“You. said. that. pie. tastes. gross,” Dean punctuated every word as if doing that would make you understand why he was reacting the way he did. Of course, you knew how much he loved pie but you simply didn’t. Why was he making such a big deal out of it?

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“Can I be him?”

Not everybody should know about the fact that you’re a Kingsman agent, especially your family. In their eyes, you’re a tailor and do nothing but wasting your time. Tired of the attempts of your mother to make you settle down with a guy, who is up to your economic standards, you may just have to fake it…

Warning: a bit of ‘casual’ swearing
Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Part ONE of ‘Can I be him?’ - Series

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Episode 10 of WYNONNA!!!

After seeing some gifs online I decided that me and my emotionally disturbed sandwich would watch the new episode of WE and recap it as best as I could, so here goes:

Nicole gets jumped by Black Widow Mercedes who thinks that she has the third seal, even though Nicole says she does not have it.

But Waverly ‘Pissed off’ Earp turns up to rescue her

and brings the pain!

While rearranging the Black Widows face, Waverly end’s up on the floor and nearly breath bombed.

But Nicole ‘Screw the gun, I will break your neck with my bares hands’ Haught takes the Black Widow down!

Nicole gets bitten by the vicious harpy who then realises Nicole was telling the truth

Waverly calls for help while Nicole starts to lose consciousness 

Hold in there Haught, we- I mean Waverly’s got you.

Wynonna is in hospital checking on the real Mercedes when she hears her sister shout “She can’t breath” and goes to find out what is going on.

Nicole is going into intensive care and Waverly is told she can not go in with her, but she sees what she thinks is Mattie but is actually Mattie’s twin, Gretta.

I wish it was Mattie though

Wynonna turns up to see Waverly is distraught and so she comfits her 

Wynonna, Waverly and Dolls talk while waiting to find out how Nicole is doing

Waverly is worried that the last thing she and Nicole did was fight and thinks that one drunken kiss with Rosita is cheating which Wynonna blows of as nothing important but listens when she mentions the Rosita is a revenant.

Waverly goes outside for some air and meets Black Widow Beth, who not only wants to eat Waverly (No, not like that you pervs) she offers her a deal, give her the third seal and she will give Waverly the antidote to save Nicole

Waverly says no but keeps the offer in mind. when she goes inside Dolls tells her that Wynonna is with Nicole and that the doctors will put her (Nicole, not Wynonna) in an induced coma to slow down the spread of the poison, and that Nicole is refusing to go under until she sees Waverly first.

Nicole asks Wynonna to do something extremely difficult

But Nicole says to her that she’s the only one she can ask, because Waverly will always forgive Wynonna.

Waverly comes in and Nicole start apologising about lying about the test, but to Waverly that does not matter now, she just wants Nicole to get better so they can have an old sorry party and Waverly will even make hats.

Waverly promises that they will find a way to get rid of the toxins.

And with that, the doctor puts Nicole into a coma

I am not…Oh to hell with it, Yes I cried, a lot, I cried like a big baby and even had to pause the episode because  all I could see is double images that were fuzzy. I have not been this sad since the last episode of XWP aired.

Waverly and co discuss about how to get more venom to create a cure,and while Wynonna does not seem to know the difference between Harry Potter and Star Trek, Jeremy puts his foot in his mouth again

Waverly asks them to stop walking on eggshells and even though there’s a “piss poor chance of winning” could they act like they have a chance. but when she accidently knocks over and breaks Jeremy’s Opti-mug Prime mug she breaks down, Wynonna calms her down, Dolls and Jeremy go to get Juan Carlos body to extract the venom from it, Wynonna asks Waverly to stay with Nicole and keep updating them as to what is happening while Wynonna goes to get Doc and one of the Black Widow bitches herself

Remind me to never piss you off

While outside Black Widow Beth nearly give Waverly a heart attack 

Black Widow Beth asks her if she has got the third seal but Waverly says she does not know where it is, Beth says she is a smart girl and she can figure it out, Waverly doubts that she will help until Beth shows her the antidote.

As Beth walks of Waverly try’s to catch up with her only to get distracted by Nedley asks her if she has a key to Nicole’s place because he needs to pick up her cat Calamity Jane, he try’s to reassure her with a hug, telling her Officer Haught is the strongest Deputy he has ever had.

And than comes the awkward stuff

We so need to know more about that

When Waverly goes back to Nicole’s room she sees a stranger there who tells her that her name is Shay and she’s a doctor, when Waverly asks about Nicole’s condition she tells Waverly that she’s not Nicole’s doctor.

I will admit, my first reaction was not at all kind “I wanted to throw this ‘Shay’ into a pit full of revenants and then Emily too for daring to use an outwore storyline that has ruined many good shows  in the past” But I’m over it now. :) 

Dolls finds out that Juan Carlo’s body and any other potentials to get the venom from have been burnt by the Order, but they do give him the plate to use.

Back at the hospital Waverly is worried about Nicole

Shay walks in and the two start talking, Waverly asks how she met Nicole and Shay tells her it was while rock climbing in Nevada near Vegas where the got hitched after watching Britney live and winning at a slot machine, but things quickly cooled off between them.

Nicole starts to wake up from her coma with a high temperature and when a doctor asks her can she hear him and she says “it’s burning” he then asked the two women if there was any known allergies to anaesthetics , Waverly says no but Shay says yes, Thiopental could kill her.

Waverly just looks at her and Shay says, rock climbing incident, Nicole needed surgery and it kind of ruined their honeymoon.

Waverly feels like she does not belong there and thinks she’s just making things worse by being there and so leaves.

Wynonna is at Shorty’s waiting for Doc and while Doc is at the back of the bar she talks to Rosita by first putting Peacemaker on the bar, Rosita now knows that Wynonna knows what she is, Wynonna says she won’t put her down, yet, and that Jeremy need her to help him with the formula since she can not died

Rosita tells her that she would have done it is for Nicole anyway, so all she had to do was ask, not threaten her, Wynonna tell her that she really does like her, so she will be the last one to be put down.

At the hospital Dolls asks Waverly how is Nicole doing, Waverly is lost for words

seeing Shay, Dolls asks Waverly does she know who she is, Waverly just tells him that she’s a doctor.

While Rosita is with Jeremy testing out the serum Wynonna and Doc are at Nicole’s home, the find fresh blood and hear something in a cupboard

And find Calamity Jane! they find Neldey’s hat and realise one of the Black Widow’s took him.

Black Widow Mercedes has Nedley tied up, but breaking him won’t be so easy

Dolls tell Waverly maybe she should do the trade with the Black Widow to help Nicole, after all they need the demon to rise in order to defeat it, Dolls takes Rosita’s place, because every last one of them want Nicole back, Waverly thanks him and says “I will never forget this” and goes of to do what is right and stop the ones she loves from suffering

Black Widow Mercedes is getting nothing from Sheriff Nedley

This man survived Wynonna, he can survive anything!

At the hospital Shay and Waverly are talking, Shay does not understand what the tox screens are saying and wonders what Waverly means by she has people working on it, and that she keeps trying to keep Nicole out of trouble to which Shay replies that she must not know her at all, Waverly looks down so Shay tell her that what she and Nicole was fun and all but it was not real

[I like you now, you can stay] Shay says the doctor told her that if Nicole wakes up, she should say her goodbyes, but a determined Waverly is at the door and says “I’m not saying goodbye”

Waverly finds Gretta and tells her she knew her sister and that she know she is the Iron Witch  and begs her to help

Gretta agrees to make a deal and gives Waverly a note as to where she can find the thing that can help her

And in Nedley’s mug too who would of thought it.

Wynonna and Doc have found where Black Widow Mercedes and Nedley are, Doc is worried about Wynonna, so she says she’ll stay put, in the drivers seat.

Aww, she looks so innocent when stuff is about to get blown up

Black Widow Mercedes is screaming at Nedley that Wynonna does not care for anyone but herself!

And then she gets hit by a vehicle

Yeah! Nobody tortures Nedley except Wynonna!

With 12 shots in her and a butt of a gun to the face from one spectacular Doc ‘Henry’ Holliday and a shot from Peacemaker from one super pissed off Wynonna Earp

They have caught their very own Black Widow!

And one highly chipper Wynonna is off to tell Waverly the good news

But when she gets there she sees Nicole alive and kicking!

If Wynonna ‘I’ve got a big shiny gun’ Earp is happy you’re alive, that means you’re family for life

But as usual all good things come to and end when Wynonna notices that Waverly is still unhappy, putting one and one together Wynonna realises that Waverly has done something

Waverly leaves the room before she can be questioned

At Shorty’s Gretta turns up to see Waverly there and comments that she looks in happy so maybe she did not love Nicole after all 

Waverly calls her out on her dirty trick she pulled and says that Wynonna will never forgive her

At the office Wynonna’s not find and says Waverly is in deep shit when she finds her

Back at Shorty’s the Iron Witch says that she can name her price and it is the trophy with the Wish Demon stuck inside

Wynonna finds out that Dolls has the Earp plates and questions as to what metel it’s made of.

With Doc by her Waverly tells the Iron Witch that she’s changed her mind and as Doc try’s to grab the trophy he disappears, the Iron Witch has made her wish, now all changes must commence, 

She blames the Earp sisters for Mattie’s death and will punish them for it

“One will disappear,

and the other will have to live with it”

With the sister she so dearly loved gone from her life, so to are her memories 

and so to, her very existence

Wait wedding?! I have a very important question then:

Will you play Billy Idol’s song White Wedding?

So that was eventful wasn’t it

Originally posted by everybodys-thing

If anybody needs me I’ll be in the cupboard with Calamity Jane…

–Wild Space, Karen Miller

LET ME TELL YOU MY FEELINGS ON THIS MOMENT AND THIS BOOK IN GENERAL:  The reason I got so into this book is because this scene really spoke to me in that Padme is wrong here.  And let me be clear that this isn’t an anti-Anidala or anti-Padme post, those are genuinely not my intentions, both because I love them very dearly and because this is about the greater themes of Star Wars and this novel.

What might have been a missing-the-point Anidala sort of angsty love moment is directly contrasted against what we know of canon–her love doesn’t save him. She begs him on Mustafar to run away with her, she appeals to the love between them, and it’s not enough.  It doesn’t save him or her.  Padme is not right about this.

And that means this entire scene, this entire book is thrown into Unreliable Narrator territory and that made it so good for me.  Because one of the best things about Star Wars is that the characters are not reliable narrators!  That makes their point of view more interesting, because they believe the things that they’re thinking, they’re true for that character!  But they are not objective truths and all three of our main characters are very much subject to this, both in the book and in canon in general.  They’re wrong about things.  They blame themselves or others for things that are not their fault or are their fault.  They think the other person won’t understand them when we see that there is more understanding there than they knew.  They think a lot of things that we know are not true.  (Unreliable narrators are not a bad thing, by the way!  They often make a story better!  And certainly it makes the characters stronger.)

With “my love will save him” putting her pov into unreliability, it also points out that her thinking that Obi-Wan would never understand is entirely likely to be wrong as well.  (In the Revenge of the Sith screenplay, there was explicit confirmation that Obi-Wan knew, wasn’t going to tell, and hoped that she could help Anakin when he was struggling.)  It doesn’t make these feelings any less true for Padme herself, but that is not the same as objectively true things!

And It throws her thoughts on the Jedi, that they’re cold and pallid, her idea that Anakin’s love should not be controlled, into further unreliability. We know that George himself described Anakin’s love as obsessive and possessive, that it’s much of what led him to the dark side (this has been explicitly laid out) and she’s wrong that his love shouldn’t be tempered or controlled.  Because Anakin’s love going supernova is what did so much damage to them all.

It makes Padme’s feelings no less worthwhile and a worthy part of her character, I love Padme for her intense feelings and her deep compassion and her love for Anakin, this post is absolutely not about condemning Anidala, but instead giving context to what’s going on in this book with them and examining the themes of her pov.  But she was wrong about him in this book and, given how much foreshadowing there is in this book (there are a lot of foreshadowing moments and parallels between characters here, this book is pretty darn aware of its structure on a meta level like that), I’m certain it’s deliberate.  

The next page really cemented it for me, when she pretends to agree to break up with Anakin, because Obi-Wan truly believes it can only hurt them both:

”No.  I’d die,” she said simply.  And spoke the utter truth.

That’s the thing–while love isn’t bad at all, that’s not the point here, the point is that Anakin couldn’t have that love of his run unchecked without it destroying him. George Lucas explicitly states this when talking about the dark side:

“And of course that’s the problem with Anakin ultimately. You’re allowed to love people, but you’re not allowed to possess them. And what he did is he fell in love and married her and then became jealous. Then he saw in his visions that she was going to die, and he couldn’t stand losing her. So in order to not lose her, he made a pact with the devil to be able to become all-powerful. “

Loving Padme the way he did led to his destruction.  And Padme died because that love destroyed him.  Whatever we think of how good or bad a story that is, that’s the context that the story laid out.  This novel is a very direct foreshadowing and made me realize, yes, this book was doing it on purpose here.  These are not reliable narrators! And that makes it a much stronger story that I feel much more engaged in and makes me love these characters even more.

Special Fic Rec ❤❤

Ok so, I began this blog on December 9th, well, actually I’ve been on tumblr since 2013 (nice, old Naruto Era), yet, I consider this one the actual date of this blog birth, since it was the day I posted my first BTS Fanfiction - Sanitarium (which I still hold very dearly to my heart).

To be honest, even if writing has been one of my passions for many years, I never expected much from my own stories, especially since English killed me in more than one way (ah, it kicked my ass so hard during my high school days lol); yet, I surprisingly found an incredible amount of happiness in writing for seven lovely dorks - not to talk about the crazy, wonderful authors and friends I had the pleasure to meet here, people who helped me grow and who gave me some of the most pleasurable reading moments of my life :’)

But I was saying, I didn’t expect much from posting my fics, yet, nearly 5 months later, I reach my first mile stone. Really, I can’t believe it: 1k people are reading my fics, and supposedly they also enjoy them. It happened quite fast, in my opinion, and I also know I’ve been very lucky for many authors are amazing and still don’t have the exposure they deserve! It takes them a lot of hard work when they should really be appreciated a lot more! This is why, to celebrate this milestone (ok, compared to other authors is not that big of a number, but still I consider it an important accomplishment ;^;) I decided to do a special, big fic rec to share the talent filling this social!! 

Some of these writers are super known actually, yet others have a smaller public: they have such a fantastic way with words tho, such a breath-taking creativity, that I just needed to tag them and link their stories - hopefully, some of you will fall in love with their work too; please, if so, go send them all a lot of love, for they are not holy amazing authors but also amazing people :’)

And I’m incredibly happy to have some of them as mutuals, if not even as friends <3 <3

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Surprises (Avengers x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by caps-bucky

(( gif not mine - it scares me slightly wth ))

(A/n): Broo, I have not written for Marvel in so long fuck

Request:  A Marvel request, this time: Reader is the youngest of the Avengers and they all see her as a little sister. She has written a fantasy novel and shyly asked Steve to read it. With her birthday approaching, Steve decides to illustrate her story while Tony sets everything in motion to publish it as soon as the Reader gives her Okay. On her birthday, they present her with a beautifully bound and illustrated copy of her novel. Thanks in advance!

Warnings: Fluff bois


(Y/n)’s hair wasn’t made, but it still bugged her that Sam just had to go a ruffle it more.

“Morning, squirt.” the dark man chuckled “Thought of anything you want for your birthday yet?”

She mumbled something in reply, waddling to her spot at the large oval table. It’s dark stained wood easy for morning eyes.

“Sam sit’own, it’s time to eat!” Tony barked.

The avenger complied, forgetting about the girls lack of response, and claimed his chair across from Bucky and next to Steve. The rest of everyone else were already situated in their respective spots.

Eggs and bacon, waffles and orange juice were dished out. Idle words charmed the morning air between bites and swallows.

Something like this was common but never common enough. All of them had contradicting schedules so a sit down of this sort was highly valued. Even if when (Y/n)’s eyes glided across the table and could only see other sets of tired ones to match hers; they would always be paired with genuine, dopey morning smiles as well.

“Anything new with anyone?” Natasha asked generally, sipping her black coffee.

“There’s this publisher-” Tony uttered with his mouth stuffed full of bacon scraps “He’sh a real big fwan of Iron Man. Said if I evar haff any books I wan’ published, to call ‘em.”

“Oh, really?” Steve commented “That’s nice of him.”

“Sure was,” the brunette swallowed and laughed “but I don’t exactly have any raw manuscripts lying around in need of publishing.”

“I think I might actually tell him thanks but no thanks.” Tony finished with a swig of his juice.

“Well, I find it odd to offer a billionaire inventor a publishing job.” Bruce chimed.

He and Steve both stood to clear their plates, taking anyone else’s that asked.

“Umh, Steve?” (Y/n) spoke up. She gently rose herself from her chair, swiping her plate up with her.

“Hmm?” the soldier hummed in response.

He was manning the sink, stringing up a hand as the girl approached him; wanting her plate. Though Steve didn’t take a second to glance her way, the small team member still willingly gave up her plate.

“Do you mind coming up to my dorm after we clean up. Please?” (Y/n) asked.

Though a moment of silence, Steve did eventually agree.

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Soon after the first meal of the day was cleared, the two team mates met in the arranged location.

(Y/n) opened the door softly to allow Steve in, then just as gently, shut it behind him.

“I only wanted you up here to show you something small I’ve been working on.” she said, shuffling to her bedside table for a moment.

Steve bore confused eyes but had them complimented with a welcoming smile. He watched as (Y/n) took out a bound mess of papers, some splotched with inky dots.

“I ah- well I wrote a small novel. It’s a fantasy of sorts…” the girl trailed off.

Steve held out a hand to take the papers from (Y/n). She seemed hesitant before releasing them.

“You wrote all this?” He asked after flipping across some pages.

Steve saw her nod quaintly.

“I just- Tony was talking about the publisher,”

When (Y/n) began to speak, the soldier started to read some of the paragraphs.

“and that reminded me that I was going to show you this. I was going to do it sooner, but I didn’t want to waste any of your work time so I thought maybe now would be good…”

Her words fell short for a few moments before she finished with “That and.. I was never very confident in this story. I love it dearly but I don’t have much courage for it…”

“How long have you been writing this?” Steve questioned “I’m really impressed. You are seriously talented…”

The girl went silent for several seconds before replying with a small grin.

“You can take it with you to read fully, if you’d like.”

Steve smiled back down at her “Can I really?”

“Of course.”

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Later on in week, Steve was hauled up in his dorm, reading and re-reading the story. He absolutely loved the creative characters that (Y/n) was able to bring to life just by using words. The story plot itself was hypnotizing to him.

“Hey, hey, capcicle.” Tony called from behind Steve’s closed door “You alive?”

“Yeah, yeah come in.”

The brunette entered soundly and said “What have you been doing. You’ve been in here for like two weeks..?”

Steve looked up to the man at the door, eyes tracing his face briefly. Then it struck him, a small idea.

“Well I’ve been reading… this story that (Y/n) wrote.” He spoke softly.

Tony looked as though he was about to laugh.

“(Y/n) writes?” the billionaire scoffed “Sounds dumb.”

“Hey,” Steve hissed “she’s is actually intensely talented.”

Tony sighed from Steve’s retaliation and fummbled with his words for a few moments, studying at the others face.

His eyes squinted softly.

“What do you want from me?”

Steve grinned, a small glint in his eyes as the gears in his mind worked together.

“I’m glad you asked.”

The blond took away several minutes to explain to Tony what he wanted done. He chose his words cautiously, allowing all his excitement bleed through his statements.

He told the billionaire about how he desired to illustrate her work in full colour and how maybe this would be their chance at a birthday surprise.

After a while of listening to the soldier speak, Tony stopped him with a brisk shake of his palm.

“You want me to take up the deal with the publisher, and have (Y/n)’s novel published without her overall consent?”

Steve stood with square shoulders, slightly taken aback. He chanced his voice “Yep.”

The opposite male didn’t take the opportunity to hide his flashing smirk.

“Well then, you have yourself a deal.”

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The next half of the month was spent with Steve and Tony slyly avoiding (Y/n). Steve wasn’t himself a good liar, but he was still able to coax the young hero into letting him keep the book for a while longer.

(Y/n) was no doubt happy that someone took extensive interest in her works. But, even now she could tell that Steve was beating around the bush.

As of the current, the girl was trying to find Steve to maybe interrogate him.

“Oh hey, (Y/n)!” a voice pulled at her.

She came face to face with Tony.

“Hey, Tony.” (Y/n) smiled “do you happen to know where Steve is?”

Tony charmed the girl with a smile of his own “I sure do.” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, that’s good. Mind showing m–”

“Right this way, my dear.”

Tony had turned around and started walking down the corridor. (Y/n) abruptly followed him.

It wasn’t long before both their steps sunk through the space with nothing else opposing them.

“Wait, Tony- if you are leading me to a surprise party, it’s a little early.” the girl spoke wearily.

“Pff- I know your birthday is tomorrow. I’m not the stupid one.” Tony answered. He twisted himself into a sudden right turn, entering the lounge.

There stood a solid Captain America, he had a smile manipulating his features.

“Hey Steve!” Tony called in a bright tone “Fancy meeting you here.”

Steve and (Y/n) both chuckled and Tony stepped out of the way of the two.

The girl approached the blond male.

“Steve, do you happen to have my manuscript on you?” She asked, looking his directly in his face “You would probably be done reading it over by now…”

Steve’s smile broadened and Tony snickered soundly.

“Yeah sure, here.”

From behind his back, Steve produced a beautiful leather bound, printed copy of the small girl’s story. It made (Y/n)’s eyes widen in pure shock.


(Y/n) read and re-read the title many times before she put together the piece that this was really her book. Her pride and joy in one official copy, just handed to her.

Not missing a beat, her swiped the book from the soldier’s hand and opened it wide. Immediately (Y/n) was clad with bright eyes as she viewed the images corresponding with everything she had put in words.

Two questions crossed her mind, and she gazed up at the two men before her.

“Is this mine?” she asked first.

Tony laughed and Steve did as well. Only briefly before both nodding.

“Is this.. is this published?” she questioned again. Her smiling lips framed her eyes that were hastily growing misty.


I am glad I got this done gosh diddily darn

Beneath My Skin - Lex Luthor x reader oneshot

Fandom: DC comics, Batman
Warning: some swear words, creepy lex and joker
Pairing: Lex x reader
Summary: The joker breaks Lex out of Arkham and Lex confesses his love for you.


A/N: This was so fun writing!! I got carried away so badly ;3 sorry if it‘s too long.

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*digs out my Latin binder*

  • She took Latin. Yeah, you can fight me on this one. There’s no way she didn’t. Maybe she took Italian on the side, too, in fact she probably did, but do you know what Latin classrooms are like? They’re filled with f*ckin’ nerds. Where the hell else do you think Pidge would fit in at school? [BESIDES the computer lab].
    • When she entered the Garrison, everybody made fun of her for taking a dead language. In exchange, she defiles their Garrison textbooks with lines from Ovid’s Ars Amatoria. [‘Lex talionis, lupae.’]
    • Whenever someone even mildly inconveniences her, she responds with, ‘Et tu, Brute?’
      • Lance forgets to return her headphones? ‘Et tu, Brute?’
      • Hunk filches some of her food goo? ‘Et tu, Brute?’
      • Coran keeps a tool she needs out of reach because you have to sleep, Number Five? ‘Et tu, Brute?’
      • When she says it to Keith, he gets really confused. [‘What does “a two brutal” mean, Pidge?’]
    • She swears like a sailor, but no one realizes it because she’s always swearing in Latin. For example:
      • Futue te ipsum!
      • Sterculum!
      • Ede faecam.
      • Futuere!
      • Te futueo et caballum tum.
      • And, her favorite roast: Mater tua tam obesa est ut cum Romae est urbs habet octo colles!
    • Also, Latin memes: Salvete, omnes!
    • She totally ships Cornelia and Flavia from Ecce Romani
  • She and her family have visited Italy a couple times.
    • The first time, they spent some time in Firenze [Florence]; the second time, they visited Roma and Capri.
  • Pidge loves Lampredotto. [Am I self-projecting here? Maybe.] Matt is grossed out by her weird obsession with a sandwich that’s made from the fourth stomach of a cow, so she does her best to shove it in his face whenever he can.
    • When she left Firenze, she dearly missed her beloved Lampredotto, and she thinks of it often. [I am very much self-projecting.]
    • The first thing she thought when she saw Kaltenecker was, ‘I need to borrow his stomach.’
      • Lance doesn’t ever leave Pidge and Kaltenecker in a room alone after that.
  • Pidge went to the Uffizi Gallery, and though she isn’t much one for art, she really loved the Sleeping Hermaphroditus. It spurred her to learn about gender spectrums, and also inspired her to experiment with her own gender expression.
    • She thought about that sculpture as she was cutting her hair to sneak into the Garrison.
  • In Roma, Pidge and Matt were having a field day translating all the Latin on all the arches and buildings [yes, Matt is a Latin nerd too, fight me on this].
  • Pidge and her family also visited the Vatican and saw the Sistine Chapel. They’re not Catholic, or even Christian, but damn, when you can see a painting by Michelangelo, you see a painting by Michelangelo.
    • Pidge didn’t much care for it, but she and Matt had a great time running around the other hallways of the Vatican.
    • She actually liked the modern Christian art displayed there and felt it was very underappreciated.
  • When she visited the Fontana di Trevi, she threw in a coin, hoping to come to Roma again the next year. Matt threw in three coins, hoping he’d get married someday [like the sap he is]. Pidge laughed when Matt got pickpocketed here.
    • She later regretted throwing in her coin, because Matt went missing the next year. Pidge refused to go back to Roma without her whole family there with her.
  • Pidge didn’t like Capri, mainly because it was so hot, and she got sunburned. She didn’t like going to the beach there after that.
  • She did enjoy one thing at Capri, and that was a chance to learn to make gelato.
    • The family was visiting their aunts and cousin in Capri, and they ran a gelato shop.
    • Pidge and Matt learned from them how to make lemon gelato, and they got very good at it very quickly.
      • Sometimes they’d even make it at home, because their aunts bought them their own gelato machine. Such generous aunts.
    • Pidge passed on this knowledge to Hunk, but even he isn’t as good at making it as she is.
  • One time, Colleen convinced Pidge and Matt that the trailer for Half-Life 3 had come out, and when showed them, she just Rickrolled them with the song, ‘Pompeii’ by Bastille.
    • She Rickrolls them often with this song.
  • Pidge and her dad once made a video of them reenacting the whole fight scene between Luke and Darth Vader in Cloud City, except completely in Italian.
    • Pidge got extra credit in her Italian class for this.
    • Pidge was playing the role of Vader while Sam was Luke.
  • Matt and Pidge argue all the time over who’s Mario and who’s Luigi.
    • I’M clearly the more popular one between us, Matt, I’M Mario!’
    • ‘You’re too short to be Mario, Katie, he’s like six foot! Haven’t you even watched Game Theory?!’
      • It doesn’t matter, both of them suck at Mario Kart compared to Colleen, who plays as Bowser.

a sunny group holiday with sprolden and narlie (from solitaire) (aka doodles from my holiday this week in menorca <3)

Jumin Finds Out MC Is a Corporate Heiress

Hello! new blog here lmao i hope to find a release from all the mysme ideas that i have so i’ll just go dump em in here (this turned out so long i cry)

  • Jumin just finished a call with Jaehee saying that his father was going to make a deal with a huge company that would greatly benefit theirs 
  • he let out a sigh and when mc hears him she gives him a kiss on the cheek
  • “Whats wrong?” 
  • “Nothing, it’s just my father would be making a deal with this company”
  • then he says the company name and boy was mc shocked
  • her dad’s company??? oh no mc was not yet ready for him to meet jumin and although she really wants to, she was better off having him to meet his dad when they had proper closure
  • “MC, what’s wrong?”
  • She let out a nervous chuckle as jumin cocked his head slightly in an adorable manner “Um well heh i guess its time for you to know that I… well.. um that I used to be a corporate heiress to my father’s company.. the company you’re planning to make a deal with” 
  • Jumin was shocked but was not shocked enough as he aready had the hunch she was involved in the business industry
  • When she visited his office, the employees would always shower her with gratitude and compliments, even Jaehee was doing it
  • And when Jumin got jealous of the men who were complimenting her
  • He asked around and found out that she had been helping them with their task, often offering advice to help with their workload
  • One time she was looking through Jumin’s papers when she spouted a small comment that eventually helped solve the problem Jumin was facing
  • He was shocked but brushed it off as thinking maybe MC just really had a bright mind 
  • But now he knows and all of these little hints finally clicked
  • “Surprise?” MC gave him a sheepish smile
  • Jumin returned the look and wrapped his arms around her waist, finding it endearing that his beloved was partaking in the industry he’s involved with
  • “Why didn’t you tell me? Why aren’t you contacting your father now? What happened to your responsibility in the company?”
  • “Whoa easy there on the questions tiger” MC chuckled and planted a kiss on his nose
  • “I was always favored by my father… my brother, who wanted to inherit the company, practically disliked me. Even when I wasn’t working as hard as him it always ends that his result falls short compared to mine and he didnt like that. So I told my father to give the company to him instead, he was furious but I told him all would win since I never really wanted to inherit it anyways. I left without notice afterwards”
  • Jumin lazily traced circles around her waist as he listened to her “Come with me to the meeting”
  • “What?”
  • “I’d like to be there so you can introduce me to him, not as a business man but as a person you would want to consider as a lifetime partner” 
  • Jumin smiled and MC felt a furious blush on her face as she tries to calm her heart “Of course” did he just propose
  • The meeting comes and MC is sweating bucks
  • Jumin held her hand assuring her it was going to be okay but little did she know he mostly meant that to be for himself
  • Poor jumin has never been nervous meeting with a business partner but for this he can feel the slight tension in his chest
  • They sit down and MC’s dad, along with her brother, were shocked to see her there standing by Jumin. Mr Han, according to Jaehee, could not make it, so it was up to them to form the deal
  • “Hello dad” MC tried greeting him but he kept a stern, blank face along with her brother.
  • “Hello Mr. (last name), I am Jumin Han, MC’s-”
  • “I believe we are here for a deal Mr. Han, I don’t enjoy the pleasantries of speaking about anything else unless the contract has been made” 
  • “Very well, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, allow me to-”
  • “I will accept your apology if you let her persuade me into partnering with C&R” 
  • dammit stop interrupting me
  • MC’s dad pointed at MC and she gulped
  • Jumin curled his fingers around her with a reasurring squeeze
  • “Don’t worry, if she fails to entertain me, feel free to do it yourself instead Mr. Han, nothing is lost here” MC’s dad gave a business smile as if to test her.
  • MC was not having his attitude and she started to blabber about C&R, the benefits, what they’re looking for and the both of them were in a constant quarrel about why they should be partnering
  • Everyone was shocked
  • MC’s brother knew of her abilities but none this great and so up his face
  • Jumin too was especially shocked, he found himself distracted by her regal posture, the way she talked and that cute determined face she was making
  • Boy was Jumin falling harder for this woman she was too beautiful
  • In the end MC’s dad agreed with the deal without Jumin’s assistance 
  • MC’s dad smiled and he opened his arms as if expecting a hug and they all stared at him in bewilderment
  • MC sighed knowing that was all a test and hugged her dad
  • “I knew you were a good businesswoman, what a shame it all went to another company but your brother here has been doing well, I’m proud of both of you.. Now introduce me to this young man right here” He gestured to Jumin
  • Jumin managed a small smile as they enganged in a firm handshake
  • “Dad, meet Jumin.. My boyfriend” MC hugged Jumin’s arms.
  • “It is a pleasure to meet you sir, I have been with MC for a while now and I love her very dearly. I promise to make her happy and protect her for the rest of her days so will you give this man a chance to have blessing as I take your daughter as my wife”
  • MC gasped
  • MC’s family gasped
  • Jaehee gasped
  • you could hear elizabeth the 3rd gasp
  • “Why of course, should I call you Jumin now? you have my blessing” MC’s dad smiled along with her brother who has been quiet the whole time
  • After the meeting back at their shared penthouse, Jumin pinned MC to the wall as they enganged in a heated makeout
  • boy was MC flustered as she roamed her hands on Jumin’s body, trying to feel his warmth
  • “I never asked you formally but…” 
  • Jumin pulled a ring worth god knows how much and placed it in front of MC, still holding her against the wall
  • “Will you marry me MC?” 
  • MC had tears in her eyes as she engulfed him in a tight hug nodding and speaking silent yes’s
  • Jumin felt relaxed as he slipped the ring on her finger 
  • “I love you MC, you’re my everything”
  • “I love you too Jumin

anonymous asked:

video louis: the album is very personal, it's about me, very very personal. print louis: the album is about my girlfriend eleanor. video louis: i'm so proud of harry! we're so proud of each other! print louis: love her dearly

self-care for video louis is getting in a knife fight with print louis

Okay so after reading the latest ft spoiler i got super inspired and drew this pic acompanied by a short fanfic below 😂. It’s okay if you guys don’t wanna read it though, i will be happy enough if you just enjoy the nalu that i drew 😁😁

Warning : grammar mistake, read at your own risk 😛

Lucy sobs as she hugs Natsu tightly. She was afraid. Afraid that everything that she loved and cherished dearly will disapear right in front of her very own eyes, her beloved guild, friends and this man who she is clutching onto for dear life at the moment.

It wasn’t fair. Everything that’s happening right now just wasn’t fair.

Natsu sighs as he watches his beloved lucy sobs into his chest. He felt rage pumping through his veins and hear his heart break into pieces seeing lucy like this.

Without thinking much, Natsu quickly leaned down and gave lucy a peck on the cheek, catching her by surprise.

He gave her the most gentle smile he could muster

“Hey now, i promise everything is going to be alright okay? I’ll make sure that you, me and everyone else make it out alive.”


“No more tears, cuz we will definitely pull it through!! A future full of laughter is waiting for us!”

With that, Natsu hugs lucy tightly one last time before marching off to face the roots of all mayhem, Zeref.

We’re Gonna Be Okay (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

We’re Gonna Be Okay (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Notes: Well, my first week of college was a couple weeks ago, and it was very stressful. So! I projected everything onto characters and made it ten times worse. Because that’s always fun. And then I made Jared comfort them because I WISH I HAD A JARED KLEINMAN OKAY. Alsoooooo there’s some Alana Beck friendship happening because I love her dearly and honestly would be best friends with her if she were real.

also! I tried to put in the “read more” function, but tumblr hates me, so…sorry for this chunk of text on your dashboard.

Warnings: Tiny bit of swearing? And reader is stressed about failing, so…that probably doesn’t need a warning but just in case.

Words: 3181

Today is not your day.

You trudge through the rain, arms crossed tight against your chest. The weight of your backpack tugs at your shoulders, and you grimace as you think of the fact that your books and laptop are probably soaked by now. You certainly are—rain trickles down your forehead and drips off your forehead, and each drop that trickles down your back sends a chill through you.

You feel your bottom lip wobble a little, but you bite it and keep walking toward your hall. Having a breakdown on the sidewalk is the last thing you need to do. Besides, it’s just rain.

Except it’s not. It’s the end of your first week of college, and you’re already ready for the semester to be over. You were lucky enough to get a scholarship, but it only covers your first two years—which means you have to get as much done as you possibly can within that time. And so, like an idiot, you decided to take six classes your first semester.

You had taken classes at community college during high school, so you figured it wouldn’t be too bad. But you were wrong. The professors here barely mentioned anything from their syllabi before assigning you multiple group projects, and with so many classes, it’s hard to keep track of what you’re supposed to be doing. You’ve been up late every day this week making sure to get your homework done, and though you’ve managed to get everything turned in on time, it feels like the moment you finish one task, fifteen more are assigned. Plus, on top of school and homework, you have a job you desperately don’t want to lose—a job that takes up a lot of time you could be using to get assignments done.

You swipe at your nose with your drenched sleeve and sniffle miserably. Between the stress of orientation, moving into your dorm, classes starting, and trying to keep up with work, you’ve gotten next to no sleep and have already caught the cold that’s been going around campus. Now you’re stressed, sleep-deprived, and sick. Your roommate and best friend, Alana Beck, has taken every opportunity to tell you you’re pushing yourself too hard, but she isn’t really one to talk, considering she’s spent most nights sitting at her desk even later than you have and she woke up coughing this morning.

You know you can’t keep this up.

And that means eventually, you’re going to fail.

Your breath hitches a little, and you brush your hand across your eyes. Breathe, you tell yourself. Now is not the time to cry.

Your phone gives a slightly muffled buzz in your back pocket. You sniffle again and slide it out. Rain spatters the screen, but you can still make out the text from your boyfriend, Jared Kleinman.

come to ev’s and my dorm. he’s out and i’m bored and need a videogame buddy.

You cough into the crook of your elbow and squint against the rain as you type out a reply. Feeling crappy and am drenched. Probably gonna go take a shower and sleep for a little bit and then do homework.

You watch your phone as you wait for a reply, glancing up every now and then to make sure you don’t walk into anyone.

Jared’s text makes the phone vibrate angrily in your hand. ARE YOU OUT IN THE RAIN?!!!!!

Yeah…I had class and forgot an umbrella.

OMG, Y/N!!!! Come to my dorm!!

Homework, you type back.

I will kidnap you, you loser.

Normally this would make you laugh, but you’re so exhausted that the thought of collapsing on top of Jared’s bed is so nice is makes the tears tickle the corners of your eyes. Fine, you type. Be there soon.

It takes nearly ten minutes of trudging through the rain before you arrive at Jared and Evan’s dorm, a drenched, shivering mess. You’ve barely had a chance to knock before Jared is yanking the door open. He shuffles you inside and tugs the door closed behind you, slamming it so hard you jump because the hinges are old and don’t cooperate.

As he looks at you, his eyes go wide behind his glasses. “Jesus, Y/N, what the hell?”

“I—I had class,” you whisper. Your breath hiccups a little, and that’s all it takes for the tears to begin trickling out. Your chest goes tight, sobs building inside your lungs and waiting to rip from your throat. Between orientation and starting school, it’s been two weeks of nonstop stress, and you can feel yourself finally crumbling.

Jared’s eyebrows pinch together, and the concern in his face makes your heart throb painfully. “What’s the matter, babe?” he murmurs, brushing his thumb under your left eye and catching a trickle of tears.

“I—it’s too hard.” One of the sobs pushes its way out, and you crumble forward a little, your forehead falling to Jared’s shoulder. “I—I can’t do it,” you moan into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmurs in your ear. He pecks a soft kiss to your cheek and, with his hands on your shoulders, ge pushes you back enough that you’re looking at him. “You can absolutely do it,” he says, looking you in the eyes. “I know you can.”

You shake your head and cough on another sob. “I don’t think I can. It’s just—it’s so hard, and I just feel—I feel so overwhelmed.” Your brain is tumbling with the anxiety of it all, tangling your thoughts and cutting off your words. You just cough again, your shoulders shaking painfully, and wipe your nose on your wrist.

Jared winces as he watches you. “You don’t sound so hot.”

“It’s not that bad. I’m just—I’m tired and freezing.”

He motions toward the tiny bathroom. “Go shower. We’ll talk afterward.”

You gulp in a jerky breath. “What about your videogame?”

The corner of his mouth turns up in a tender smile. “Shower, you nerd.” He kisses your forehead, his lips warm and soft on your freezing skin. “Your dripping on the carpet.”

The process of getting in the shower is sluggish; your body feels weighed down from the water, and even after you strip off your soaked clothes, goosebumps dot your skin and shivers continue racing along your body. You let the shower run until it’s steaming and then step in. The water is so hot you flinch, but it slowly works to chase away the chills. You just stand under it for a while, letting it pour over your hair and coat your body in warmth.

Steam drifts in clouds around you and makes your nose run and tickle even more. Soon you’re bracing yourself against the wall with one hand as you let out shuddery, exhausted sneezes. Even with the water running, you can hear Jared yell “bless you” from the other room.

You tiredly run some of Jared’s Axe shampoo through your hair, rinse it out, and then allow yourself another minute of enjoying the hot water before you shut off the shower. The bathroom is so full of steam you barely shiver as you step out of the shower. You find a fresh towel under the sink and wrap it around yourself, achy with stress and exhaustion but at least a little less cold.

Jared gives the door a soft knock. “You okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” you murmur.

“I have clothes here for you.”

Clutching your towel around yourself with one hand, you use the other to open the door a crack. Jared stands outside, a bundle of his clothes clutched in his arms. You smile weakly at him as you take them and murmur a hoarse, “Thanks.”

“No problemo.” He leans forward to kiss your forehead again. “How long until you’re out?”

“Five minutes.”

“Evan has some of that shitty swamp water tea, you want me to make you some?”

Despite the miserable mood you’ve been in, you can’t help but giggle a little. “It’s herbal tea, Jared.”

“And it tastes like mud.”

“No, it’s good.” You shiver as a drop of water drips from your hair down your back. “And yeah, I’d like a cup, if you’re sure he doesn’t mind us using some.”

“Okay.” He takes a step back from the bathroom door. “See you in a few minutes, then.”

You give him another weak smile before closing the door.

You finish drying off and slip into Jared’s oversized sweatpants and his Legend of Zelda shirt (it makes you smile a little when you see it; you’re always commenting on how soft it is and how much it smells like him). You run your fingers through your hair and wrap it up in the towel on top of your head, then step out into the bedroom.

Jared sits on his bed, peering through the steam from a mug on the nightstand. He lets out a snicker when he sees you. “Nice headdress.”

You flip him off but then let yourself collapse into his arms. He just holds you for a moment, your body slumping awkwardly off the bed, and then he scoops you up so you’re sitting on the bed beside him, your cheek resting against his neck.

“Your tea’s there,” he murmurs, voice soft with the tenderness that always comes when the two of you are snuggled close. “I’m pretty sure I overheated it.”

“’S’fine. Thanks.” You tilt your head up enough to kiss his jawline, then tuck your cheek back into the nape of his neck. He wraps an arm around you, so warm and soft and comforting you can feel your breath starting to wobble with emotion again.

He must hear it, because he kisses your forehead and asks quietly, “What’s the matter, babe?”

“I just … this is harder than I thought it would be.” You snuggle closer to him. “I’ve barely slept because of all my homework, and I just … I can’t keep this up. I’m sick and stressed and miserable. But—but if I don’t keep it up, I’ll fail.”

“You’re not going to fail, you goof.”

You swallow as a tear slips out onto your cheek. “You don’t know that.”

“Yeah, I do.” He takes hold of your hand and rubs his thumb over your knuckles, the sensation so soft and warm your body begs you to give in and sleep. “It’s only the first week. Of course you’re gonna be freaking out.”

You lift your shoulder to wipe your nose. “You’re not.”

He snorts. “You give me too much credit, hon.”

“Seriously, though. You’re so … calm.”

“’Cause I have to keep my insanely cool vibe going.”

You roll your eyes, which makes him let out a loud laugh.

“But really,” he says a moment later, his voice a little more serious. “I’m nervous, too. And Evan’s a mess. He’s barely slept.”

You tilt your head so you can look up at Jared. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just new. He has to adjust.” Jared taps the tip of your nose. “All of us do. And don’t tell me you haven’t seen Alana freaking out.”

“She’s … well, she’s not sleeping enough, but she just … I don’t know. Everyone seems so much more … okay with all the changes.” You let out a wobbly sigh. “What if it doesn’t get easier for me? What if you’re wrong, and I can’t adjust to it like everyone, and I end up—”

“Shhh,” Jared whispers. And then his lips are on yours, his hands reaching up and cupping your cheeks, soaking your tear-stained face in comforting warmth. He kisses you long and hard until he finally has to pull back to breathe, and by then your thoughts have begun to go swimmy. “You’re spiraling,” he whispers.

You bite your lip, which already feels puffy just from one kiss. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Breathe. You’ve been going non-stop.” He slips his hand up the side of your face and gently toys with your towel until it’s falling down around your shoulders. Your damp hair scatters goosebumps along your neck, but with his fingers running through it, you don’t really mind. “Just … look at me,” he continues, and his voice is quieter, slower, like his fingers pressing against your cheek and running through your hair are making his mind swim as much as they are yours.

Breathe, you silently repeat to yourself. But it’s so hard when your brain is spinning with all you haven’t done yet, all the things you’re going to have to do and whether or not you’ll be able to do them.

And so you lean forward, and you kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until your thoughts have melted away into a warm, dizzy feeling. Your hands grip the back of his shirt, and the two of you lean a little further into one another as you tumble into the blissful oblivion kissing Jared Kleinman brings.

The kissing grows clumsy as both your bodies act without thinking, twisting awkwardly to get closer to one another, legs slipping and struggling to tuck themselves up on the bed, hands grabbing blindly at shirt material. Your face burns with a blush, and the heat contrasted against the chill from your wet hair makes you shiver. The tears you’ve been holding back slip out onto your cheeks, but there’s less of an ache in your chest now. It’s like the pressure that’s been building over the past two weeks is finally being released, and as the tears slide down your neck and into the material of the Zelda shirt, a hazy sort of tiredness settles over you.

Your kisses begin to edge away from Jared’s mouth and down his neck until your head rests on his shoulder, your lips still pressed lightly to his skin. You let out a shaky breath against his neck and just let yourself rest against him.

“I just wanna go to sleep,” you whisper.

You expect Jared to make a joke about how unsexy that sounds after both of you have been making out, but instead he pulls away enough to kiss your forehead and says, “Good idea.”

You would offer to go back to your dorm to sleep, but it’s still raining out, so the two of you crawl under Jared’s covers and curl up together, his legs tangling around yours. Your cheek rests against his chest, and the gentle rhythm of his breathing tugs your body closer to sleep.

“Wake me up in an hour?” you murmur. “Alana and I were going to study together.”

“I will.”

A tiny smile pulls at the corner of your mouth. “Thanks. Love you.”

“Love you too, nerd.”

His arms wrap around you, and you fall asleep tucked against his chest, so warm and comfortable it feels like a dream.


When you get back to your dorm, you expect to find Alana at her desk, typing away at her laptop with at least three textbooks open beside her. Instead, you find her curled up in bed, a box of tissues and bottle of cough syrup on the nightstand the two of you share. Her laptop sits on her stomach and you can hear the faint sounds of a TV show playing on it, although her eyes are closed.

You set your things down quietly, but the sound still makes her blink at you. “Hi,” she says, her voice stuffy and barely audible.

“Hi.” You give her a sympathetic frown. “You look miserable.”

Alana groans and turns her face against her pillow, knocking her glasses crooked. “My economics professor sent me home.” She shivers a little, even beneath her blankets, and peers up at you. “How are you? And … are you wearing Jared’s clothes?”

You nod as you slip your shoes off. “I got stuck in the rain.”

Alana groans again, although now it’s more out of sympathy than misery. “Do you have homework? I can study with you … later … if you want.”

You let out a tired sigh. You feel less gross after relaxing at Jared’s, but the ache of exhaustion and your cold still clings to your muscles. “Let’s just do it tomorrow.”

She starts to nod in agreement but pitches forward with a sneeze that squeezes tears from her eyes.

“Bless you.” You wander over to her bed and sit on the edge, glancing at her laptop. “What are you watching?”

“New Girl.” She wipes her hand across her eyes. “Want to lay here and watch it with me?”

You nod and crawl under the covers. It brings up memories of sleepovers when the two of you were in high school and would snuggle up on the couch and watch movies until three in the morning.

A pang goes through you at the memory, at the thought that you’re no longer that girl whose routine hardly changed throughout her whole life and who lived with a family who would help take care of all that needed to be done. It makes you sad to think that you’re not a kid anymore, that you’ll never be able to go back to that, but there’s a little less panic now.

“Hey, Lana,” you murmur. “Are you scared? With school, I mean.”

“Mmhmm.” She snuggles deeper into the blankets. “I know it will be fine, but … I’m freaking out a little.”

“So … do you think that’s normal?”

“Of course it is.” Her mouth turns up with a slight smile as she glances at you. “Do you honestly think everyone else starts college and adjusts without panicking?”

“It feels like it.”

“Well, that’s not true. Everyone’s stressed.” She shudders with a chill and scowls. “Which is why half the campus is sick already and I have this stupid cold. Can you hand me the tissues?”

You let out a soft sigh as you do. The things Jared told you feel a little more possible, a little more true than what the fear is telling you. A little more like maybe everything will be okay.

The sounds of New Girl fill your dorm, and you and Alana lean against one another, both of you letting exhaustion tug at your eyelids until you’re only half-watching the show.

“Jared thinks we need to sleep more,” you murmur, your words a little slurred.

“He’s right. I’ve only gotten about four hours a night since we got here.” Alana lets her head rest on your shoulder. Under the covers, she slips her hand into yours. “We’re gonna be okay, though.”

Lying here, watching this silly show the two of you have seen at least ten times, safe and warm under the covers with your best friend curled up beside you and your boyfriend just a few minutes away, you feel the last bit of stress dissolve inside your chest. It will be back, you think, but for now, it’s gone, and it makes you believe that maybe you can handle this.

Yeah,” you whisper. “I know we will.”

Niall-- Loss For Words

“Sounds like utter shit to me.”

My eyes narrowed at him from my end of the couch, my legs stretched out in between us as he rubbed at my feet.  “Watch your language, Horan,” I warned.  “We agreed that we both needed to stop swearing now before the baby was born so we wouldn’t have to adjust once she’s already talking and repeating everything we say.”

Niall rolled his eyes.  “Wouldn’t want her swearing straight out of the womb, would we?”  His tone was sarcastic.

I shifted, my hand rubbing over my swollen belly.  I was 24 weeks pregnant with our first baby, we had just found out she was a girl a few weeks ago, after several weeks of keeping her legs crossed so we couldn’t see.  “That’s not what I said, and you know it, Niall.  I just said that you should start talking to her; tell her stories or talk about your day.”

There was a short snort from the other end of the couch.  “You don’t actually think she can hear me through all of that?” he asked, nodded at my stomach.

My lips thinned as I just looked at him.  “Thanks, sweetie.  You know how to make a girl feel great about herself.”

He groaned, rubbing at his eyes.  “You know what I mean, pet.  She’s inside of you, she can’t hear much of anything even if her ears are working.”

“You do remember I have a degree in child development psychology, right?” I questioned and he grunted; his typical response this pregnancy when I reminded him I had become familiar with this process and how children developed from conception a long time before we even considered having a child.  “I promise you, she can hear us talking right now.  If not exactly at this moment, she will very, very soon.”

“Yeah, and how did you know that?”

“There have been studies done that show that babies can not only hear what is going on outside the womb, even if it is muted, but they also recognize the voices of the people they hear the most often,” I explained patiently.

Niall had just grunted and gone back to his TV show and that was the end of that until a few days later while we were making dinner.  Out of nowhere, he turned to me and asked, “These studies… How do they know the baby can hear ya?”

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Be Used (Jason Mccann) (Mature)

The slamming door was an usual, afternoon sound that came around whenever Jason Mccann felt angry, annoyed, aggravated or all of the above combined in one.  

The days were getting too stressful; especially with cops sniffing around, making it extremely hard to work for him and the boys. All the unfinished deals, unwanted people being killed, drugs and guns multiplied - this got to the stage, where it was simply too much to carry on an individual’s shoulders.

Y/N knew. She knew very well how emotionally drained her boyfriend was. All the signs of indisposition, both physically and mentally. He looked tired, exhausted. The bags under his eyes, messy hair, obsessed look as he constantly checked up on any news that the gang could bring in. Still, mostly it was the lack of interest he gave her.

Now, it wasn’t about what she wanted, what she needed, even though she was missing himself more than any words could ever describe. Not mentioning sex, what she craved the most was her boyfriend by her side, laughing, talking. The cuddles, the little ‘I love you’s & more. She ached for feeling him being a different Jason, a Jason that was carefree only with her.

Nevertheless, the sex part was what worried her the most. It was normal by now that Mccann was using her body as a getaway whenever he felt like he needs to. And for Y/N it was not a big deal, mainly because she was too disturbed by the fact that the love of her life could just go out and kill someone as an income of outrageous rage.

The shadow of his body has become now visible, as Jason took himself straight to kitchen, not even once looking around. His girlfriend, of good amount of time now, bit on her bottom lip, only imagining the frightening thoughts that were going through his head. The idea of all the demons he was forced to hold back inside made her really upset. And this was everytime she would see him in such condition. Once again, Y/N mentally cursed herself for overthinking the situation and finding her as a victim of it as well.

A deep, shaky sigh has left the plumpy lips of hers. She stood up, fixing her hair and clothes, just like she would be going to some formal meeting that was suppose to bring a crucial earnings. Her toes made their way to the kitchen as silently as it was physically possible, just in case. A muscular, male posture was turned back to her, focused on something below so badly that no recognition was given to an individual that just appeared.

“Jase? Can we talk?” Y/N asked silently, slightly afraid of the reaction she might receive.

This was a reminder of the days when the two were strangers to each other, when Y/N would be too embarrassed to even look at Jason, which only made him smirk and pay attention to the girl who he never thought would play a role in his future life.  

Good couple of seconds has passed, since the silence was broken down by little, non-understandable whimpers.

“Yeah, what is it?” He answered, looking back at her. There was no specific emotion hidden behind the look he was emitting, just like the two ball-shaped things inside of him lost the purpose utterly.

“Um, I-” She started, looking puzzled, just like her mind. Jason raised his eyebrows in confusion, looking at the body of his girlfriend carelessly. This never happened. Usually, he was being so nice, he was always being nice to her, unless they had a misunderstanding. But, even then. So bloody nice.
“I know how you feel. I cannot actually relate, but I understand completely. I know you hate talking about the emotions, that’s exactly why you are having cocaine on our counter, I’m not mad, like I said - I get it.” The sentence finally left her mouth, as Jason slid to the right, covering the illegal image that his girlfriend spotted. “I get it so bad, I am not here to make you talk or cry or complain or whatever. Just, um, let me help you, we both know what will help you, we can do it.” Her head nod, as the speech she gave had a more confident sound half way through.

“No, no way, I told we won’t fuck when I’m this angry.” He said almost instantly, shaking his head. “I’m all good, this baby will make me feel better and we can lay down later and watch you favourite, sappy shit, just give me time, I need that.” He mumbled, ignoring her presence by turning back around, guess it was just easier this way.

“Yes, we will, because you want it and I want it.” She said aggressively, getting annoyed with yet again - no interest she was given. Next thing she knew was her hand grabbing Jason’s one harshly, pulling it, to make him look at her and for once, be serious when it came to the stuff that came out of her mouth.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? Fucking get off my dick!” Jason screamed out in frustration, not because of what Y/N did, but because he was just about to bend over and let the magic powder do its wizardry thing.

“You are so fucking irritating. Don’t you get it? You always fuck me when you feel angry, just because you feel extra angry doesn’t mean I can’t take it. Jason, I’m being for real, this is getting out of hand. I can’t have you slamming the door, breaking things, pretending I’m not here, I can’t do it anymore. I feel like fucking shit, you are all I care about and yet, I cannot help you. If you won’t let me be your therapist, just let me be your fucking slut.” The words came out with such great meaning behind them, showing how the struggle of one person can easily affect his closet ones.

“I don’t wanna use you.” Jason whispered, as soon as Y/N’s hands started to touch him up, scrolling through his chest, down to his pants, as she undid the belt.

The only reason he did not stop her was because of what she said, she made him feel as she is soon about to leave if the things won’t change, and that was not in his control at all. Yes, he was aware of the fact his girlfriend that he loved so dearly didn’t even come across to the thought of hurting him and it was his own, messed up thinking that made him believe in that.

“I want to be used.” She whispered back, as her shaking hands slipped down around his tight. Her chin moved up, looking at the face of the boy she loved, looking for answers. She was just too good to simply start with more without getting the permission, just like he would when he wanted to.

He looked at her with such an empty expression. Was it a yes, was it a
no? Y/N slowly, very slowly, stared going down on him, which made Jason furrow his eyebrows in such shock. As soon as he came into realisation, he grabbed her arm, pulling her little body up.

“If you wanna help me, jack me off. I didn’t have a time to do it myself.” He said firmly, sticking up to a plan he created in his mind. Mentally, he punched himself so hard, as he had a girl he adored trying to suck him off and he just declined.

“But, I-”

“No. You want to be my slut? Fucking be one. Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do. I don’t want your fucking cunt or you mouth or whatever, jack me off. Make me cum and then fuck off.” He spat, looking at her with no further feeling, which in some weird way had her turned on. She quickly just nodded, hating herself for the fact she enjoyed it. It was a first mini sexual interactions they had in so long, it felt like forever.

Y/N slipped both her hands slowly inside his boxers, massaging his length that was quick to become harder and harder, out of the total lack of touch he has been receiving recently. She looked down, licking her lips, as the tips of her fingers were making rounded moves on the tip of an impressive member, while the other hand landed on a pair of balls, caressing them intensively.

“Fuck, I’m actually close.” Whimpers hit Y/N’s sight, surprising the both of the two, as Jason was never the one to be at his pick point quickly.

“You’re so fucking big.” The moans came out, which made her boyfriend raise the corners of his lips, forming the smirk that was not welcomed on the handsome face since the start of all of his issues.

“Hurry the fuck up.” He muttered, feeling himself getting hot, as he moved his eyes onto a set of hands, satisfying him.

He regretted not fucking her now. What he would do to her. It’s probably what he wouldn’t do to her - that was a real good question. “Oh my-…Faster, harder, I want you to feel me, I want to feel my sperm landing right on your beautiful, tiny hand. Fuck, and you know what you will do later? Lick it all of so nicely, you will get what every slut is waiting for, is daddy fucking right?” He moaned out, restlessly moving his hips to signalise he needs and demands more.

She did as she was told, stroking his dick, up and down as her fingers pressed more force onto his balls, tugging them. The characteristic sound of moans fulfilled the kitchen, as the hands slipping on Jason’s dick made him ready to release and make himself feel better. He was so in the moment, so vulnerable in such state.

“Daddy, I want all of your cum, I’m so ready. I want you to see me tasting you. P-please.” She sobbed, letting out a moan in desperation, as her panties got soaked more and more with every minute.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A loud, deep groan hit all the corners of their house as the Jason’s hands tightened on the counter behind him. his head threw back and his body became tremulous, when all the juices left his body, accompanied by his moans. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the sticky substance on her fingers, slowly taking herself out of dark blue jeans. She waited a minute for Jason to recover and look back. Gently, the tongue was pressed onto fresh skin licking and sucking of all the white cum.

“So fucking hot.” He howled, pressing his thumb on Y/N’s chin, taking the little drop of his sperm left over, as he pressed it against her soft, warm lips. He sighted quietly, annoyed with the fact that he had so much love for this girl. That he loved her and he was tied up to her. That much, that he would happily just let her in. Because, there was a trust the boy had in her.

“You deserve my attention, I will tell you all that bothers me.” He said finally, smiling gently. He now felt bad for the insults and the attitude that somehow covered up the love he was having.

The girl didn’t need apologies to read it from his face. She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling the sudden relief that both of them really needed at the end. And even through, nothing was going to be easy in any way, she could sleep calmly from now on, knowing she was being a shoulder to cry on.

anonymous asked:

You want fluffly prompts? I can't help myself, I need fluffly fics so much: so I'd like the morning after their wedding in show verse (the WW are gone for good and the North is independent), thanks 💞

Or, how Jon gets in his cups. This is part fluff, part smut, and part ridiculous. I laughed so hard writing some of this, my stomach hurt afterwards. This was a fun one.

Rated E. 

All of it under the cut since it starts out mildly NSWFish.

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