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i’ve decided that since i read probably way too much fic i’m going to start a huge-ass rec list of my favourites. ones marked with a are my ultimate faves, ones marked with a * are WIPs and i’ve written little notes next to the fics that really left an impression on me. i will be adding to this list as i read new fics! 

categories under the cut: post-canon / canon divergence / AUs / one-shots / PWP

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Benny’s Gotcha

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Title: Benny’s Gotcha

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Word Count: 1,126

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

A/N: This was requested by @flufy07! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much <3 <3

When you returned to the bunker you could barely walk.  Blood stained your clothes and your skin from head to toe.  You had cuts and bruises, and you most likely had a broken arm.  You were lucky to live with Sam and Dean who were used to getting this hurt.  You were also lucky to have Benny.  He would often take care of you after you were all patched up.

You closed the bunker’s metal door behind you, leaning against it for a few minutes.  It was hard enough getting inside, now you had to get down the stairs somehow.  You weren’t sure how you were going to get down the stairs without hurting yourself.  

The first few steps down the stairs went perfectly fine, but after the fourth step, you tumbled down the stairs.  You landed on your back at the bottom of the stairs, cursing at yourself for not being more careful.

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Imagine Chris talking about you with his fans.

A/N: You know what happens when you can’t sleep? You dazedly finish requests. Oh God, this is my fourth fic of the day and I no longer know if I’m making any sense. This one was requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera, I went off script a little but I hope you enjoy it anyway. X

You stood side stage with Chris’ bodyguard as you listened to him talk to his fans about his movie, ‘Before We Go’ in which he starred and directed. You were so insanely proud of him and all the amazing things he’d achieved over the years, a large one being his contract with MCU. He’d gone through his fair share of lousy and degrading roles- as did most actors and actresses, so you were happy that he was finally where he wanted to be and getting recognition for his incredible talent. You were a fan before you became his girlfriend, and as far as you were concerned, you were going to be a fan even if things didn’t end up the way you wanted it to.

Though that wasn’t going to be a problem. The two of you had been together for years now, with marriage definitely somewhere in the picture. Your parents loved him as much as his parents loved you. Your relationship with his siblings, nephews, and nieces, and his relationship with yours couldn’t be better. You got along with his friends and he got along with yours. You had even won the hearts of his fans who were protective- to say the least- of their Captain; they realized that he was the happiest around you and they couldn’t let their jealousy get in the way of his happiness. It didn’t take long for them to love you as much as Chris did because unlike the rest of the actresses he had been with, you were just like the rest of them; an ordinary, everyday girl.

You’d met Chris in the most unconventional way. It was coincidental and purely out of good luck that you crossed paths with him. In fact, meeting him made you believe in a universal power because you would’ve never met him if that invisible, omnipotent force didn’t pull him into your path. Even the word ‘never’ was an understatement 'cause you weren’t famous, nor were you important. You were just an ordinary girl who worked in a bakery that just so happened to have dropped her phone while rushing past Chris Evans. He did the honorable thing and tried to return the phone, unaware that he would soon meet the love of his life.

“We’ve got time for one last question.”

You heard the interviewer tell the crowd and a collective “booooo!” washed over the hall. Chris chuckled but remained indifferent as he wanted to end the interview so he could rejoin your side and take you to dinner. You’d spent all day following him around and patiently waiting while he signed pictures and took selfies with his fans, you needed a break from the famous people scene.

“Let’s see,” Chris scanned the crowd. “You, with all the hand gestures. Hi,” he smiled brightly. “Yeah, you did good. I would’ve never picked you if you didn’t do all that,” he chuckled. “What’s your question?”

“Hi,” the girl- who sounded no more than fifteen spoke shyly. “Um- You did a wonderful job with the movie and I am a huge fan of Captain America. I think you are incredibly talented and we are lucky to have you in our lives and on our movie screens.”

“Why, thank you.” Chris smiled.

“But I don’t really have a question, I just wanted to tell you that I speak for most of your fan base when I say we are very happy you found someone like Y/N to make you happy.” The young girl told Chris and you saw his smile ten-fold upon hearing your name. “We think she’s lovely and we hope the two of you get married and have adorable baby Avengers.”

“Aw, thank you,” Chris chuckled. “I am very happy with Y/N, I think she’s wonderful and I hope we get married and have adorable baby Avengers too.” He glanced at you and you chuckled, shaking your head. “Since we’re talking about it, I’d like to thank all of you for being so incredibly supportive of our relationship because it definitely makes things easier for us.”

The crowd cheered and clapped.

“Is Y/N here with you?” The young girl asked.

Chris grinned, “yeah. C'mon,” he held out his hand and gestured you towards him with a wiggle of his fingers. “Yes,” he nodded when you shook your head. “C'mon, baby.” You heard the excitement in the crowd increase and you sighed, knowing you had no choice. “Give her a hand.” He smiled when you walked out of the side stage towards him.

“I hate you,” you whispered into his ear when he wrapped an arm around you.

“I love you too,” he chuckled softly then held the microphone in front of your mouth.

“Hi everyone,” you waved and the crowd cheered. “Thank you for being so welcoming. Chris always says he has the most supportive fans and I definitely see that now. Well- I see it on Tumblr and Twitter and Instagram quite often but- it’s nice to actually feel the support in person.”

“I love you, Y/N!” You heard someone yell.

“That’s my job,” Chris joked and laughter erupted.

“Thank you for making him happy, Y/N.” The same young girl who had spoken about you moments before said. You looked up and spotted her, you smiled and nodded. “You’re amazing and we all love you so much.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I love you guys too.”

“Alright, that’s us.” The interviewer said and the crowd clapped as you and Chris walked off the stage, waving. “Thank you all for coming out. Let’s give a round of applause for Chris Evans and be sure to see his movie, Before We Go!” The applause got louder and could be heard even after you disappeared around the stage corner.

“They love you,” Chris kissed the side of your head. “Almost as much as I do,” he said and smiled when you kissed his cheek. “What do you think?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “You think you’re ready for all that stuff that girl was talking about?”

“I’m ready whenever you are, Captain.” You told him, smiling.

They Ship It

Words: 919
Bruce Banner X Reader
Prompt: “ All our students ship it” Teacher AU
(Prompt via @dailyau & @edge-of-bizarre. Not my gif.)

“Excuse me, Miss [Y/L/N], Do you know what shipping is?” One of your tenth grade students raised her hand. It was the middle of a Wednesday and your class was supposed to be reading Romeo and Juliet. For whatever reason they had all decided that task was beneath them. You didn’t really push the issue since their lessons were a few weeks ahead of schedule anyway.

“Shipping?” You repeated. “You mean like shipping a packages from one place to another?” Several of the students around the class erupted into fits of giggles.

“No,” A boy in the front row gasped through his fits of laughter. “shipping is when a person or group of people want two people to be a couple. Like how Juliet’s dad really wants her to end up married to Paris. You could say Lord Capulet ships them. Their ship name could be Julius.”

“Julius. Juliet and Paris. Like Bradgelina, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.” You nodded to show them that you understood. “Well, thanks for catching me up on this, let’s all turn our attention back to our books alright?”

“The reason why I ask,” The first girl from the back of the class spoke up again. “Is because…most of us in the tenth grade class we had a poll on Facebook. And we decided together that we ship you with Dr. Banner.”

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A/N: Sorry this is so late but I was watching Paterson and I’m currently recovering from how good it was, I recommend you guys watch it if you can! Anwyas, yay for CB Friday’s! Here’s to a new chapter! Enjoy and thank you for reading, feedback is welcomed :)

Warning: Slightly pervy Ben?

Word Count: 4.6K+

“Alright, seeing as this is like the fourth day you’ve been here and first weekend, I think it’s only fair you hang out with your best friend.” Sitting across from Rey as she stood in front of the counter, she arched an eyebrow. “A.K.A. me.” Swallowing the lightest as you thought about the previous night and how you snuck out of Rey’s room and slept with Ben, Rey only smiled. “Now that my concert is cancelled and wasted all that time rehearsing yesterday…I’m all yours.”

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*I tried posting this earlier but for some reason there was a problem. If two copies appear at some point I’m sorry 😂
Requested - Rocket has a nightmare about his past. Reader asks him about it and Rocket opens up to them for the first time. Enjoy guys 💚*

Rocket jolted from his sleep. His eyes darted around the room manically searching the darkness surrounding him. He took a few shakey breaths and noticed the hoarseness of his throat. He must have been shouting in hos sleep again. After gathering himself and limiting the trembling of his small body he slowly sat up from his bed. He blinked a few times and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It was always like this. Rocket has been running off minimal sleep for a few months now and it was starting to take a tole on him. Every night he was back there… strapped to that bed… surrounded by wires and surgical tools… Rocket shook his head to clear the memories; his subconscious had scared him enough for one night. He let his legs dangle over the edge of the bed for a second before pushing himself off completely and landing on the cool metal of the ship floor with a thud. After stumbling blindly over the tools scattered around his floor he found the door to his room and opened it.
You sat with your blanket draped over your shoulder. You hugged your knees up to your chest and watched the galaxy pass you by from the pilot’s seat. With all the running around and saving the galaxy you never got time to truly admire it. The patter of claws hitting the floor pulled you from your thoughts.
“Couldn’t sleep either huh?” You asked not turning your gaze from the window.
“Nah.” You heard Rocket’s gruff voice whisper from behind you.
Rocket made his way to the co-pilot chair and hopped up onto it. You finally looked at him. His fur was matted on one side of his face and he has the top half of his jumpsuit tied around his waist exposing the top half of his body. It was rare Rocket let anyone see this much of him. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the pieces of metal protruding from his collarbones. He sensed your gaze on him and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. You noticed his discomfort and returned to looking out of the window.
“What you doing up this early?” Rocket asked scratching behind his ear. “You should be asleep like everyone else.”
You glanced back over to him and were met by his dark brown eyes studying you. You paused wondering if you should tell him the real reason you were up.
“I heard you screaming.” Rocket’s eyes darted away and you noticed his ears flatten against his head slightly. “Fourth time this week Rocket…” You kept your gaze fixated on him. “You can always talk to me you know? It might help.”
“It’s nothing… Don’t worry about it.” Rocket ran his fingers through the crumpled fur on the side of his face after catching a glimpse of his reflection in the glass of the window.
“It has been over two months now… I understand if you don’t want to talk about it to me but don’t do us both the injustice of lying through your teeth. It’s okay to not be okay.”
You hadn’t known each other for too long; half a year maybe. You couldn’t blame him for not trusting you enough, you were suprised he was still sitting with you if you were being completely honest. It hurt though, hurt to know he didn’t consider you that close of a friend to talk about what was bothering him. You had found yourself drawn to him as soon as the two of you had met. His quick wit and ability to create weapons out of nothing but a toothpick and some scrap metal; you couldn’t help but be impressed. Quickly your admiration turned to love but you could never bring yourself to tell him. The thought of him rejecting you was too much to take.

“I…I can’t.” Rocket whispered lowering his head.

“You can’t?” You were confused by his answer.

“I… I can’t do this anymore.” He stopped and considered leaving but something about you made his words tumble from his mouth quicker than he could stop them. “I’m so tired (f/n) but everytime I close my eyes I’m back there, back in that place. I though I was over it y'know? But it’s happening again -the nightmares are coming back and I-I can’t escape them.” He was shaking and you could hear the trembling of his voice. He was holding back tears, he didn’t want to let you see him cry.
“I just want to forget… I want to get some actual sleep for a change instead of feeling like crap all of the time.” A small tear escaped from the corner of his eye which he was quick to wipe away.

You stood up taking your blanket with you.
“Come on.” You said walking towards the small table and seating area next to the kitchen of the ship. Confused, Rocket scampered behind you on all fours trying to keep up.
“Go get comfortable.” You said with a warm smile and nodded towards the booth of seats. Rocket did as he was told and jumped up. He watched as you made the two of you some hot chocolate that you had took from earth when you and Peter took a trip there a few months ago.
Once you had finished making the drinks you walked back over to Rocket and slid his across the table. He caught it and sniffed it unsure of if he trusted the liquid in the mug. He had never tried hot chocolate before.
“It’s good, try it.” You smiled taking a sip from your own. Rocket hesitantly drank some. His eyes seemed to light up a little at the taste making you smile.
You adjusted your blanket so it covered both you. Rocket scooted closer to you and took another sip of his drink.

“What’s made the nightmares worse?” You asked quietly wrapping your arm around his back and stroking his arm.

You knew a little bit about Rocket’s past. How he was ripped apart and pieced back together again in the name of science. How anyone could do that to him was beyond you. He was a sweet guy and you were angry about the suffering he had endured.

“I don’t know. Guess my mind had been preoccupied but lately we haven’t been doing much so I’m starting to think about it more. I can normally ignore it but lately it’s gotten worse. What if it never gets better? What if I never get over it?”

“The nightmares?” You ask.

“The pain. Everything hurts (f/n). It feels like every bone in my body is broken and my skin is on fire. What if it gets worse?” Another tears fell down his cheek and got caught in his fur. He didn’t bother to hide that one.

“I’m so sorry Rocket.” You whispered removing your arm from around him not wanting to make the pain worse. He looked up at you hating the loss of contact.

“Why’d you stop?” He asks with a quivering lip.

“You said you were in pain. The last thing I want is to do is hurt you even more.” The concern was evident in your voice. He smiled with watery eyes at your words. No one apart from Groot and ever shown concern for him.

“You ain’t hurting me, can’t make it any worse at least. It felt nice, y'know, better than what I normally feel.” Rocket mumbled shyly.
It had been a long time since anyone had shown him affection and he found himself craving it. His tough guy persona didn’t exactly help him out in that respect. He scooted closer and snuggled into your side. With a smile you wrapped your arm back around him and kissed the top of his head.

“I can’t promise that it will get better Rocket, but I can promise that I will be here for you when things get tough. Don’t hesitate to talk to me if you ever need to.” You smiled placing another kiss on top of his head.
“I won’t.” Rocket whispered. “Thank you (f/n).”

You stroked the bald patch where metal had been pierced into his skin. The scars were uneven and jagged letting you know that the scientists that did it to him weren’t gentle and didn’t care about how he healed. To your suprise Rocket didn’t flinch or tense up at your touch. In fact he sighed and snuggled closer to you allowing his eyes to close. Although he hated his scars and felt like he should be ashamed of them you didn’t seem to mind them.

The two of you sat there together long after the drinks were finished. Only when you heard the light snoring from Rocket did you realise the time. The others would be up soon and you felt it best to move Rocket back to his room.
Gently you scooped Rocket up in your arms and headed towards the sleeping quaters, dragging your blanket behind you. Rocket mumbled in his sleep and grabbed a hold of your black vest top. You looked down at him and smiled. Not wanting to risk waking him up by removing his hands you decided to take him back you your room. Slowly you tiptoed across your bedroom and lowered down onto your bed. Rocket curled up on your chest and you pulled your blanket over the two of you.

Rocket woke up late in the afternoon. For the first time in a long time he felt rested. He slowly pushed himself up only to realise that he wasn’t in his own room. You were still asleep beneath him and he remembered everything you had done for him the night before.
“Thank you.” He whispered not wanting to wake you up. Slowly he leant down to place a kiss to your cheek. He blushed under his fur and with a shy smile he returned to lying on your chest. In that moment he made a promise to himself to protect you from everything and anything and to always be there for you the way you were there for him. He had started to care for you more than he cared to admit… For now at least. He closed his eyes and was happy to be met with images of you and him snuggled together drinking hot chocolate.

Gabriel’s Lullaby

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Title: Gabriel’s Lullaby

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,072

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3

When you came home from your latest hunt, Gabriel could tell that you hadn’t been sleeping lately.  He wished that the Winchesters would take some initiative and help you sleep.  It was if he was the only one who seemed to be concerned about how much sleep you were getting.  

Gabriel waited until you were walking towards your room to go after you.  He caught up with you, putting his arm around your shoulders.  “Hey [Y/N],” Gabriel greeted with a smile.  “Have a good hunt?  Kill something?”

“I wouldn’t say it was a bad one,” you shrugged, a yawn escaping your lips.  “Can I tell you something and it just stay between us?”

Gabriel followed you into your room, shutting the door behind him.  “You know you can always talk to me cupcake,” Gabriel assured you.  “What’s troubling you?”

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Imagine giving Chris his Christmas present.

A/N: Well, well, well. It seems like we’re nearing the end of the mini series ‘Baby Fever’. I’ll probably write the next mini series in the new year but for now, I think I can roll the credits. There will be an epilogue just for more fluffs and feels, but I think Part 5 is a good place to stop. (Maybe each mini will have five parts and an epilogue *shrugs*) Anyway, here are the links you need to read the mini series- both the first and the second (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts - Masterlist and Baby Fever Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4) I’ll add them once I get home. I love you all. :D

You sat on the floor of the living room, wrapping all the gifts you’d bought over December; there were a lot more than you’d expected, but then again- you were a bit of a shopaholic. Some people you had more than one gift for, more than five actually; Chris was always one of the lucky recipients and you couldn’t wait to give him his gift.

The week had been almost perfect; there were a few bumps in the road but nothing the two of you couldn’t handle as a couple. Chris did as he promised, doing nothing to nudge you except be the supportive, caring, loving husband and father- well, mock father- you always knew him to be. It was more than enough really because by the fourth day, your doubts were gone and you were ready to be a mother. That led to one of your gifts, the most pertinent one for his future with you; the onesie Chris loved at the store and a pregnancy test kit to tell him you were ready.

“I can’t believe you’re going home tomorrow, Bumble Bee.” Chris bounced Phoebe on his lap. “This week has just- whoosh,” he darted his hand across Phoebe’s face like a little plane and she giggled. “I don’t want to give her back, babe.”

You looked up at him and chuckled at his adorable pout. “I know you don’t, but we have to. She’s our niece, not our daughter.” He hugged Phoebe tightly to him, pressing his nose into her soft locks. “Don’t be such a baby,” you laughed and returned to wrapping, “she’s not going far.”

“Yeah, just four hours away,” he huffed. “I don’t know why they insist on staying so far away, it’s not like their school district there is that much better than ours.” He complained and you laughed. “If your parents could find a place near us, why couldn’t they?”

“Because not everything revolves around us, sweetheart.” You told him then smiled when he chuckled in response. “Relax, we’re going to Mom and Dad’s for Christmas Eve and everyone is going to be there. You can spend time with Bumble Bee there,” you said and smiled when Phoebe lit up at your use of her nickname.

“Yeah, I guess.” He sat Phoebe down on her play mat then crawled over to you; he couldn’t get very close. “Do you need some help?” He sat on his knees, scanning the floor area around you; items were scattered everywhere. “You look like you’re working for Santa,” he chuckled, sitting down and propping a leg up and resting his arm on his knee.

“That’s what my sweater says,” you smiled and pointed at your sweater, making him laugh. “I’m fine for now, you can sub-in when I start to swear.” He laughed because he knew exactly what you were talking about; it happened every year, after the fifteenth or so present.

“Okay,” he nodded.

“Okay,” you smiled and returned your focus on wrapping.

Chris watched you intently, chuckling softly at the way you’d purse your lips and furrow your brows when you concentrated. It was adorable, you were adorable and he would never get sick of watching you do things. Chris loved you during Christmas, you were extra adorable with your childlike enthusiasm and Christmas spirit; he also loved the feeling you gave the house with the decor and the baking and the sweaters. Christmas was better with you around and he couldn’t help but wonder how much better it could be with a kid around. Phoebe gave him a glimpse of the future he wondered about, she made him fall deeper in-love with the idea; his hope was that she had- the week had done their job of making you fall in-love with it too.

“What?” You asked when you realized Chris was watching you with a love sick smile on his face. He shook his head, chuckling as he reached for his mug of hot cocoa; it was a Christmas Mickey one, and of course, you had a Minnie one to match. “Yeah, right. Nose scrunch,” you randomly said then scrunched your nose in the most adorable way, making him laugh.

“You’re so weird,” he chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Are you insulting me just before Christmas?” You gasped dramatically and he rolled his eyes, biting back his smile. “Do you not want your presents?” You quizzed, glancing back at the stack each labeled with names from his past roles, except one; one was always labeled ‘Chris Evans’ and it was always the most personal gift. You had wrapped his presents while he was doing a grocery run so he couldn’t catch a glimpse of his gifts. “'Cause there is one in particular that you’re going to love.”

“Your presents are always amazing.”

“This one is going to be above and beyond amazing,” you told him. “So much so…” You trailed off as you reached behind you for the present labeled 'Chris Evans’. “I kind of want to give it to you now.” You held it out for him and he raised an eyebrow; the tradition was opening presents at your parents’, or his, depending on where you spent Christmas Eve. “I’d like to keep this one between us so you can open it now instead of at my parents’.”

“Something exciting for the bedroom?” He smirked, taking the box from you. You scoffed and chuckled simultaneously, shaking your head. “Everyone thinks you’re so vanilla but- I know you’re more chocolate vanilla swirl,” he winked.

“Just open the damn present, Evans.” You threw a spool of twine at him and he laughed, carefully unwrapping the present you so carefully wrapped. “Honestly, you’re just the worst. I don’t know how you convinced me to marry you,” you shook your head.

“My good looks,” he kissed the air in front of him and you laughed. “I don’t understand,” his eyes narrowed as he held up the onesie which was worn over the pregnancy test kit. “Why are you giving me the onesie we bought? And why did you wear it over a box?”

“Take the onesie off,” you suggested.

“I like that your gifts make me think,” he said and you laughed. “Okay, I’m- Oh my God,” his breath hitched in his throat and the biggest smile spread across his face when he saw the kit. “Y/N, does this mean what I think it means?” He looked up at you, his eyes welled with tears of utter joy and excitement. “Are we-”

“We’re not pregnant yet,” you quickly said and he chuckled; you were too careful for that. “But um-” you swallowed and smiled, nodding your head. “It means I’m ready,” you told him and he tossed the gifts aside lunging forward to grab you and pull you into his arms. “Chris!” You yelped as the both of you crashed onto the floor, laughing. “You can’t do things like that once I’m pregnant, I hope you know that.”

“I’m not that stupid,” he chuckled. “Are you sure you’re ready?” He asked, brushing your hair out of your face. “I need you to be sure, I don’t want you to feel like I forced you into this.” You smiled and brushed his cheek with your thumb.

“I’m sure,” you nodded. “You made me sure, with this week and with how wonderful you’ve been with Phoebe- I’m very sure I want that for us, I want us to have a mini you or a mini me in the house for the Christmases to come. I want to be a mom as much as you want to be a dad,” you promised him and he smiled. “Well,” you bit back your smile, “do you like your present?”

“Are you kidding?” He chuckled and your smile widened. “Best,” he kissed your forehead and you chuckled softly. “Christmas,” he kissed the tip of your nose and you scrunched it, suppressing giggles. “Ever,” he pressed his lips against yours and you melted into the kiss.

You smiled against his lips and agreed silently, it was the best Christmas ever.

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What can I say? This soulmate AU absolutely warmed the cockles of my heart! Also love how at the end it wasn’t immediately all sappy and rainbows, and that you instead chose a more realistic approach for their first meeting. 

You were probably one of the first people I followed on here, but everyone who doesn’t yet really needs to go check out your amazing blog! Congratulations, you rock!

Dean had heard this story a thousand times already.

“- and as soon as I saw her I said,” Sam continued with a breathless laugh, “Ma’am, I’m sorry but you can’t leave the library through the fire escape.” He looked over at Jess who smiled coyly and lifted up her pant leg to show those exact words imprinted across her calf like a tattoo.

“So then what did she say?” Anna asked, obviously enraptured by the story of how the two soulmates had met just a few days before.

Sam grinned slyly and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt to pull it aside, revealing the words “Watch Me” marked on his skin.

“Then we kind of just stopped and stared at each other for a while once we realized what had happened.”

“You don’t know how many library fire escapes I’ve used over the years trying to find him.” Jess said with a playful slap against Sam’s shoulder.

Dean watched as Sam gazed into Jess’s eyes with more adoration than he’d ever seen his brother give to anyone.

They were obviously perfect for each other.

“Excuse me,” Dean mumbled, and pushed his chair out from the bar counter. Faintly, he could hear Jess asking Sam if they’d said anything wrong as he swung the bar door open to leave.

He could almost imagine Sam’s practiced speech.

“No,” he’d say. “Soulmates are just a touchy subject for Dean. He - he doesn’t have one.”

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Jealous (Part 2) – A Danisnotonfire One Shot

****Author’s note: sorry that I’m posting this so late, but you have no idea how hard I was working on this. I give mad props to smut writers, because this was one of the hardest pieces I’ve ever written. PLEASE be forgiving if this isn’t what you had in mind for a sequel, because I tried my very hardest. Enjoy :-) ****

“You look sexy when you get jealous,” I whispered, before revisiting his lips with mine. Feeling Dan’s tongue teasing mine, anchoring me in his hold with his hand placed behind my neck, made my desire for him intensify. He pulled away too soon. “I want you so bad right now.” He admitted with confidence. The type of confidence you feel when you know you’ll get your way.

He grabbed my hand, and we quickly walked towards the street. Dan raised his hand to hail a cab. He looked impatient, as was I. I couldn’t wait to put my hands all over him. The cab pulled up towards the curb, and we got in.

Once we were in the cab, the sexual tension could be cut with a knife. We both had the same idea in our heads, but to be withheld from exploring it, even for a short car ride home, was agonizing. Dan and I sat at opposite ends of the backseat section. The seat between us felt like a territory that neither of us were willing to cross, given the inevitable sex-capades that would ensue. However, I realized I underestimated Dan when I heard the click of his seatbelt, and felt his hand graze my inner thigh.

Each upward-downward stroke he made on my thigh triggered my heart to beat faster and my legs to spread wider. He inched closer and closer to my crotch. I gazed at him; he was smirking, and his eyes were dark with dirty intentions. This shit head knew exactly what he was doing. I could feel my clit throbbing. Throbbing for his touch.

Wearing jeans was a mistake, I thought to myself. Had I worn a skirt, he’d probably have his index AND middle finger paying my lady area his long-awaited attention.

Right as I was about to go mad from the sensation, the cab pulled to a stop in front of Dan’s flat. I scrambled out of the car, and threw random bills into the driver’s window. I didn’t care how much I paid him; nothing was worth more than my need for satisfaction at that moment.

Dan and I ran up the steps to his front door, and I was bouncing on the heels of my feet waiting for him to unlock it. Once he did, he opened it and pulled me in. He pushed me up against the door, closing it in the process. He pressed his body against mine, and kissed my neck hungrily. I worked my hands through his hair, and lifted my leg to bring him closer to my crotch. He reciprocated, hoisting up not only my raised leg but my other as well, wrapping them around his waist. I had never seen this side of Dan, but I loved every bit of it. He grinded his groin on me, and I felt his boner stiffening through his skinny jeans. “Oh, my God,” I sighed, completely flooded with lust for him. His tongue danced on my neck, nipping and sucking every so often. While this felt amazing by itself, I needed more. I needed him to fuck me senseless.

“Babe,” I whispered, trying to stifle my moans, “can we go to your room and continue this?” He pulled away from my neck, panting, and said, “Yeah, good idea.”

We stumbled towards his bedroom, taking off articles of clothing on the way. I removed my shirt and jeans, and Dan undid most of his buttons on his dress shirt, ripping the last three buttons off due to impatience. Once we reached the edge of his bed, he pushed me down onto the mattress. He crawled on top of me, kissing up from my stomach all the way to my mouth. Each kiss he gave me ignited nerves on my skin I never knew I had. He made my body feel like the Fourth of July, fireworks exploding everywhere he touched.

While our tongues battled, I reached down to his jeans to unbuckle his belt. I briefly pulled away from the kiss. I removed his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and rubbed his dick over the material of his boxer briefs. He groaned intensely. This encouraged me, so I began to pull his jeans off to expose his boxers. He kicked them off, which left us both in our underwear.

Dan trailed kisses back down from my neck to my stomach, hovering over my panties. “How the hell are these still on?” he asked rhetorically, then ripped them off. Literally. Ripped them off. WHO WAS THIS MAN?

He wasted no time before sliding his finger inside me. He slowly pumped in and out, starting a rhythm. He added a second finger, and massaged my clit with his thumb. I gripped the bed sheets to refrain from moving my hips. I wanted to let him do his handiwork without interruption.

I hummed in pleasure. “You like that, baby?” Dan asked seductively. “Mhmm,” I hummed again in response. For a second, I didn’t know it could get any better than that. Of course, I was proven wrong seconds later, when I felt his tongue replace his thumb on my clit. I gasped. He licked lightly at first, and gradually started to flex his tongue harder and harder. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted Dan to write out the entire Lord of The Rings series with his tongue.

He took his fingers out of me, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. He delved deeper into me, now using his tongue for his fingers’ purpose. He wrapped his hand around my thigh, and reached two fingers in to work my clit. This man and his God-given sex skills had me writhing in a wave of over-the-top ecstasy.

As I moaned out loud repeatedly, I massaged my hands through Dan’s hair, pushing him deeper into my core. I began to feel the familiar build-up in my lower abdomen, signaling that I was about to come. I finally released, moving my hips in sync with his mouth to ride out my orgasm. He kept going just as he did before, and he didn’t stop until I had to drag him up by his hair.

“That was fucking amazing,” I panted out. He smiled, and leaned in for a kiss. I blocked his lips with my hand. “No, no,” I said, “it’s your turn.” His smiler grew wider as I shuffled farther down the bed. I straddled his legs far enough down that I came face to face with his crotch. His boner was rock hard, and begging to be relinquished from the restraints of his boxer briefs. I obliged, tugging his briefs down at a slow speed teasingly. His dick popped out as soon as the waistband cleared it.

I caressed it with my hand, stroking it up and down as Dan had previously done to my thigh. I wanted to make him yearn for my touch as he did to me. He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. I could tell he was enjoying this. To bump it up a notch, I placed light, airy kisses on the tip. He sighed with his mouth hanging open blissfully. This was too good.

For my final tease, I licked one long line underneath the shaft of his dick, starting right above his ball sack and going all the way up to the head. He shuddered. I looked up at him sensually, only to see he was looking back down at me. I could see in Dan’s eyes that he was aching for me. Aching for my mouth. I gave in to his wish, and wrapped my lips around his tip. I inched down his shaft, sucking gently. When I felt his head hit the back of my throat, I sucked back up, and then down again. I picked up a steady tempo, and went a bit faster when I heard Dan begin to moan.

My jaw started to hurt, so I wrapped my hand around his dick, lined it up with my mouth, and worked my way down, sucking and fondling simultaneously. Dan’s moans grew louder. I recruited my other hand to play with his balls. This took him by surprise, I assumed, since he gasped the second my hand touched them. I used this to my advantage, running my nails over them VERY delicately. My hair fell over my face while I solely focused on pleasing Dan, so he picked up each strand and held them in a loose ponytail behind my head. “Jesus Christ,” Dan groaned, “this feels so fucking good.” This urged me to work even faster. Sucking, grappling, licking, stroking. “(Y/N),” Dan said urgently, “get up here now. I need you.”

I smirked, and crawled back up towards him. He got a condom out of the side drawer, opened the package, slid it on, and flipped me onto my back. “Spread your legs,” he demanded, placing his hands on either side of my head. I obeyed. He lined himself up with my entrance, and eased into me. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head, feeling more than satisfied with the feeling of him inside me. It felt like the final piece of a puzzle filling in its empty space. Things were complete.

His hips found their flow, thrusting in and out at a steady, quick pace. I moved my hand down to my clit and massaged it to intensify the pleasure I was feeling at this moment. “Fuck,” I breathed out. Dan grunted repetitively. I started to kiss his neck, and moved my hips to meet his with each thrust. The sensation was out of this world, and I knew he felt it just as much as I did.

“I bet Jackson never fucked you like this, did he?”

That blindsided me. This whole time, Jackson hadn’t crossed my mind even once. I soon realized this passion, this sex drive, that had seemed so out of character for Dan, was fueled by jealousy. That little green monster catalyzed this, and even forced Dan to be vocal about it. But when he said that, it turned me on more than I had ever been in my entire life.

“Oh, no, Dan,” I moaned, “Jackson never fucked me as good as you do.” He groaned deeply, and I learned that the dirty talk was succeeding. I came in closer to his ear, and whispered, “He’d never please me the way you do, baby.”

Dan thrusted even faster. “He’ll never even touch you again,” he said between breaths, “you’re mine, (Y/N).”

“I’m all yours, Dan,” I affirmed, “I’m about to come.” I pulled his face in for a kiss, and our tongues found each other instantaneously. My climax was reaching closer and closer. I rubbed my clit hastily, and soon enough, I entered the known state of euphoria. I cried out, overwhelmed with the rapture of my orgasm. Dan was still thrusting, now sloppily, until he groaned one last time, more elongated and intense, cueing his orgasm.

He pulled out of me, and collapsed next to me on the bed. Beads of sweat were dripping down our faces, drenching our hair and causing my make up to run. He tugged the condom off, tied it up, and tossed it into the bedside trash bin. We were both trying to catch our breaths. Neither of us said a word for a few minutes.

“Hey,” he said. I turned my head to face him, and raised my eyebrows. “What’s that thing you said? About me being sexy when I’m jealous?” he asked teasingly.

I laughed, and rolled over to cuddle up to him.

“Yeah, maybe we should see Jackson more often,” I said sarcastically.

“NOT funny,” he said, stifling a smile. I laughed again. I tilted his head to kiss him on the cheek, and rested my head on his shoulder before falling asleep.

LaSalle’s Confession

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Title: LaSalle’s Confession

Characters: LaSalle x Reader, Loretta, Sebastian, and Pride

Word Count: 1,149

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3 (This was a separate request, but it made a great part two to Damn It, NO!)

This was requested by Anon: LaSalle x reader where you take a bullet for him and the reader almost doesn’t survive but when the reader wakes up after surgery LaSalle and you get like together as a couple and confess that they’re in love with each other

After you were in the ambulance, LaSalle bolted to his truck so he could follow the emergency vehicle.  He knew you were in better hands now, but he wasn’t sure if you were still going to make it or not.

As LaSalle was following the emergency vehicle, he dialed up Pride on his phone.  “Hey King,” LaSalle greeted in the calmest voice he could muster.  The sirens in front of him didn’t help his situation either.  

“LaSalle what’s goin’ on,” Pride asked urgently.  “Is everythin’ alright?”

“Not exactly,” LaSalle stated flatly.  “Those guys at the warehouse shot at us.  We took ‘em all out, but [Y/N] got shot in the shoulder.  I’m behind the ambulance that’s escortin’ her to the hospital.  I called to letcha know what happened and that there’s bodies for ya at the warehouse.  The fourth guy is still missin’.  He wasn’t even there.”

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a Relationship Worth Keeping In Memories , ‘Seven and MC as Past lover’s

It is amazing this story brought up the fourth wall interaction , Seven is most likely to be breaking the fourth wall most of the time. How is it possible for Seven to be able to talk to us directly from a game. It’s true this is a part of the plan by Cheritz but it is too much. Clearly , Cheritz want us to find out ourselves. Based on all the theories i have read from other bloggers , it is amazing how creative people are to make a theory about something unimaginable.

Seven , Most likely to be a Main character in the game due to all Secret stories exist in the game. The other characters are just minors[or something else *smirk**smirk*]. Let’s focus on elephant in the room , everyone is focusing about Seven remembering everything the player had done in every journey. But if he is able to remember us , that would mean he can watch us in any ways or is he dead?? I mean ghost can travel to any layer of the universe. But this doesn’t mean anything by the end of this theory

Btw , as mention above Seven and MC as past lovers , this is about all theories about him remembering about the players journey throughout the whole gameplay and the calls he called and we called , mentioning about ‘Dont forget me’ 'Choosing the others route make me sad.’ ??

It seems like Seven knows something about us that we don’t. Are we dead? Or are we forgetting something important? My choice of answering this question is we had lost our memories. That’s the point of the reset but in conclusion , Seven is resetting us to the beginning , wanting us to remember everything all over again. For me it makes sense as how this game had works , how Seven is patiently waiting for us to return back to the present.

Consider this , MC is the chosen one. At the end of the prologue’s bad ending , remember how Unknown said that he will find someone else and taking us as an assistant? Unknown was willing to find someone new to replace MC to become a bait to the team. That was disobeying the rules that was given by his savior! Remember once he got you , the game shows a bad ending sign , bringing you back to the main menu and again you enter a whole new gameplay. How is this possible , i mean you play a new gameplay and again you experience the prologue again? And remember , you entered your name for the game only once. That means you were reset.

At some point during the making of this theory , something open my mind. What happen if all of this RFA members are experiments? Someone is testing them out or creating clones to put them in a world that never meant to exist? Well this will be in a another theory.

Let’s carry on , i think people should understand the correct timeline for the game. It’s true that Seven should be played last since he holds the true end but we’re trying to fix the timeline of how could it lead to Seven remembering us on every routes. We know in order to play Seven’s route , you need to unlock it with 80 HG. I know he breaks the walls a lot of times but in his route , it was different than the other routes. It is clear he has no memories about you at all but in other routes , stating about your previous adventures about Yoosung’s route and in Jaehee and Jumin route , you call him in day 10 , Seven was so upset and lost.

He sees different outcomes , not as similar as his route. Making it very understandable that Seven is our first man. He is meant to be the first love for the MC , but why does Seven’s route along with Jumin’s was locked? Is it because it is a memory that Seven wants to erase? Or whether time had tangled causing this story to be locked. Like time had distorted and disappear from the timeline. If you read my Hourglass theory , you might understand what i mean here. Unlocking the Deep Story is suppose to bring back the right timeline and do the right choices. Unlocking a future that was meant to be the last by using the HG. That’s why they say play his route last.

If Seven is meant to be our first lover , that’s why he was upset in day 10 in other route when you call him. Those voices you hear could probably be in another dimension reaching to you , remember that Seven support you and suddenly broke down. He really wanted you to run into his arms but you couldn’t see it. So much of your memories was lost, imagine you had experience all of this already[finish all routes] but Seven reset you back to the start locking all your memories away. To observe you until you reach him again. It was your ability to unlock  them again , recover your lost memories. Seven is hurt that you couldn’t reach him so quickly.

That’s why Casual Route was there , you have to recover everything starting from the less heart breaking adventures. So , I am a theorist and I will put the right timeline in order. I mean my way xD

Seven > Yoosung > Zen > Jaehee > Jumin 

this is my way of seeing it

But that’s not it. Time had been destroyed and tangled but what if it was just a dream? The After Ending of Seven’s Route , he was dreaming. This might be a dream theory. He is stuck in a never-ending nightmare.


HEY GUYS , finally this part 2 of the reset theory is out. But i’m trying my best to make a clear statement but i sense a broken english here and i think people might get a bit lost so i’m so so so sorry. Hope you guys will look forward to the next part~

Now that it’s been almost exactly a year since I published my first Fic Care Pack, have another! There aren’t nearly enough Sterek fics set in Hogwarts, my favourite alternate universe, but still, I’ve found 46 fics. I know that there are a few amazing fics, that are a work in progress, and I look forward to reading them, but this list contains only the completed works.

As per usual, there are two parts to this list; A part are my favourite fics, and I like to read them over and over again, while B part contains the fics that I liked and would definitely recommend. 

And hey, if you come across Sterek Hogwarts AU fic that you love, send it my way. I love reading them (and I’m always looking for more for an updated version of this pack).

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Alone (Kellin Quinn) (Sleeping With Sirens)

Possible triggers

Requested via Wattpad. Personal: Heather

Word Count: 1,066


I’d made a promise to myself and Kellin that I wouldn’t self harm anymore. The promise was easy to keep when he was around, but he was at the studio more and more with his band recording new songs. I didn’t want to be one of those clingy girlfriends, plus I didn’t need the fans to hate me anymore than they already did. I was lovely to them but the majority still decided to hate my guts, they made nasty comments about my appearance and heavy accent. I was a grown up and these were teenage girls, but teenage girls know how to pick out a person’s insecurities.

Leaning against the bath I had the Twitter hate page which was dedicated to me up on my laptop. Twirling the familiar silver blade between my fingers I scrolled through the continuous hate posts. One cut for the weight I’d put on, two cuts for accidently ignoring a fan when I was running late for a flight, three cuts for the fan who photoshopped images of me with other band members to make me look unfaithful,  and the fourth cut for being a useless gold digger.


I wanted to surprise my beautiful Heather so we’d finished up at the studio early. Gabe and Justin had pointed out to me that the hate page dedicated to Heather had come back under a different account name. It broke my heart that fans couldn’t see that Heather made me happy and I wasn’t leaving her to make them happy. I got out my phone and composed a tweet.

@kellinquinn: Can’t wait to surprise my beautiful girlfriend #hatersgonnahate and if you can’t see she makes me happy then I don’t want to call you a fan!

My phone blew up almost immediately with cringe worthy comments and retweets, I was 29 and some of these girls were 14 and 15. When I was their age all I cared about was levelling up my Pokémon and not obsessing over my favourite band members. I wanted to get home quickly and hold my girl in my arms, Heather was all that I wanted and needed.

~Skip Car Ride~

I pulled up outside our apartment complex and got the box of chocolates and flowers off the passenger seat, I’d gotten Heather’s favourites. Flowers and chocolates always seemed to cheer her up on a down day. Usually at this time she’d be in the kitchen pondering what to cook us for dinner, she could be very indecisive so had to plan in advance. However she nowhere to be seen as I placed the gifts and car keys on the kitchen counter.

I walked into our bedroom and threw my jacket on the bed and noticed the bathroom door was slightly open with the light on. Maybe Heather was taking a bath while listening to music; she loved to drown out the outside world.

“Heather babe I’m home.”

I pushed the bathroom door open and my heart sunk at the broken sight in front of me. Heather sat slumped against the bath with fresh cuts on her inner thighs, did she think I wouldn’t find them eventually. She dropped the blade and tears spilled from her eyes as she motioned with a shaky hand at the laptop.

“It came back Kells. Each time it’s worse, why do they hate me? I tell myself I’m strong enough to ignore it but someone from my high school posted about my cutting past. I don’t want them to win, but they know what to say to make me want to hurt myself.”

The internet was a cruel place. I sighed and grabbed the first aid kit out of the cabnet above the sink.

“They’re jealous that you make me happy Heather. I picked you because you didn’t car that I was in a band, you cared about Kellin the person. You don’t have a negative bone in your body, I wouldn’t be half the person I am today without you by my side.”

I crouched down next to her and started to clean the cuts, luckily there weren’t that many. Heather played with my hair which seemed to calm her down.

“I don’t deserve you Kellin, most guys would have seen this and walked away.”

“I would never walk away from you babe. Though I need you to promise me that you’ll never cut or scar your body again, and if you feel like it’s getting too much then feel free to call me no matter where I am.”

She looks up at me and chews her lip before nodding.

“I promise Kells.”

I wrapped the last cut and helped her up off the cold tiles. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed my lips; I kissed back and tapped her side which was our sign for jump. Despite the cuts Heather jumped and wrapped her legs around my waist not once detaching her lips from mine.

I carried her out of the bathroom and past the bed, this caught her attention and she pulled back and raised her eyebrows.

“Err Kellin the bed is back in the bedroom.”

“I know silly but I got you a gift in the kitchen.”

Her eyes lit up as I carried her into the kitchen and sat her on the counter. I reached over for the flowers and chocolates.

“I got you strawberry creams and pink roses because I wanted to cheer you up. I know it’s dorky Heather.”

“Shut up Kellin I love them, you know me so well.”

She ripped open the box of chocolates and popped one in her mouth before forcing one into mine.

“These are so much better than sex Kells.”

I raised a single eyebrow and gasped.

“No there not babe, maybe I should get rid of them Heather.”

I went to grab the box but she slapped my hand away and grabbed my face with her hands before cutting me off with another kiss. This was a good way to get me to keep quiet and not touch her chocolates.

“I love you Kellin.”

“I love you even more Heather. Now how about one more chocolate before I show you just how good sex with me is?”

She laughs before kissing me again, not that I was complaining. No way was I ever going to let the fans come between our happiness.

For @thekingandthelionheart and @stevetopsbuckysbottom (because I promised), and @yensasha, who seemed interested.

- The list is divided into Canon and AU. All the fics are Stucky unless otherwise stated.
- ✩ for my personal favorites.
- New additions and updates will be marked with ϟ.

- Heed the tags and warnings before reading the fics because I’m infamously un-squickable and always a slut for angst.

Updated: 17.06.2016

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So hello all. I hope your day is going well. I’m just going to say a few things about what’s happened in the Joshifer universe. If you are interested, thanks for listening. If you’re not, then at least I get it off my chest. 

I don’t know why Jennifer has chosen to confirm this “casually dating” situation. And what is casually dating and why does it need to be confirmed? If it’s casual, then what’s to confirm? That they get together for drinks? That makes no sense. 

Of course, I don’t have to tell any of you that Jen being romantically tied even casually to her boss is a PR pitfall most people try to avoid, not publicize. If this situation with Aronofsky is true, Jen’s PR team must have been trapped in an elevator and couldn’t help their client reveal this in a positive way. 

We could have gotten stories about what a good guy Darren is. How he waited until they were done to approach her. How Jen feels like he understands her and respects her. Sees her as a valued collaborator. Instead we get this rumor from The Sun - a publication no one buys. So right off the bat, people are incredulous that this is real. Immediately we as fans are introduced to an idea that seems fake. That discredits this relationship before it even begins. 

This is an epic PR fail. It’s bad bad bad. Jen looks awful and has torpedoed her reputation. 

Now you might say I’m bitter because of Joshifer. 

Of course I’m disappointed but that doesn’t negate what I just wrote - this is a PR disaster for Jen that she could have positioned much better to at least try to make palatable. Go watch the E! video where they talk about this - the first thing they said is “He’s old enough to be her father!” Why would Jen’s people allow incredulous commentary to take the lead in telling this story? It really makes no sense. 

So this is where I’m at now. I can’t support Josh OR Jen now. They have both gotten into situations that are unbelievable, makes each look like idiots and makes me question who they really are as people. 

What this has shown me is that Hollywood is really fucked up and so much of what we see is fake - smoke and mirrors to sell a story that more than likely is bullshit. Remember Jen’s walk down the stairs dancing and looking adorably silly after the Adele concert? The one she did TWICE so that video AND stills can be taken? Fake. Josh and his feel-up in the produce section at Whole Foods where celebrities go to be seen? Mr. I-value-my-privacy-but-will-willingly-whore-my-relationship-to-sell-a-movie? Fake. 

I do know that Jen and Josh had a real relationship. They vacationed together in Atlanta this Fourth of July. Are they still together? Did they break up? Were they just fuck buddies? 

Do you tattoo your fuck buddies initials to your hand? Is Jen just a complete idiot and tattooed the wrong chemical equation to her hand in a failed attempt to remember to drink water? Really? I don’t think so. 

I don’t think I/we were wrong. Too much behind the scenes weirdness tells me that people connected to Jen and Josh cared what us maniac delusionals had to say. 

But this is where we are at. This is not fun anymore. This isn’t enjoyable. And two people that I genuinely liked and respected have left me disgusted and disappointed. 

What I now realize is that caring this much about two people I’ll never meet or really know was really ill advised. We’re fed what they want us to buy. What’s real or not real is anyone’s guess. I know - duh, idiot!  Well paint me naive for liking two charismatic, funny, endearing morons  

I’ve had enough. I’ll likely stick around to see how Jen gets out of this insanity if that’s what she tries to do. I hope things go better for Jen than Natalie Portman - look up what they say about her and Aronofsky and her child. Ugly stuff. 

I have real-world problems and Jen and Josh aren’t two of them. I also have a lovely life that deserves my full attention. I’m glad I came here and have made some really lovely friendships (minus the one that made up an identity and then faked her own death) but at this point, I need to care a whole lot less and not follow these shenanigans any more.

If the intent by Jen and Josh was to alienate a core fan base and get us to stop talking about them then mission accomplished!  You have one less delusional to deal with. 

By the way, I had more receipts to share about Closh but what’s the fucking point now?  Well played guys!  You finally got me to stop talking. 

A/N: Hi. Here’s the fourth installment of this joshifer drabble turned series. Any resemblance to actual usernames, email addresses etc. is purely coincidental. Any mistake is just me forgetting how to English. I hope you like it.


Email sent to notyourregularmom_01@gmail.com

To: Mom
From: Jennifer
Subject: Bored and other stuff
Date: June 7, 2015 10:12 AM

Hi Mom,

I realized I haven’t contacted you since you and Dad came to visit me last Tuesday. Glad to see you two even for just a while. I know you won’t believe it but your surprise visit really did surprise me. So please stop giving Dad the cold shoulder. You knew that man couldn’t keep a secret to save his life and yet you still married him.

You’re partly to blame for that, I guess.

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