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anonymous asked:

i really love your writing and i was wondering if you have any malec/jimon fic recommendations?

Awwwww, thanks anon. You’re so sweet! Well, I’ll always recommend anything written by @abloodneed cuz Izsak’s writing is A++++++. Plus, he also writes the occasional Jimon which is just as brilliant!

Then there’s Anger Management  by @latinalightwood which I started beta’ing like three chapters ago, and which I love! Ana loves her angst and I love screaming, I love you and I hate you all at once. Trust me. She’ll have you doing both.

I won’t Let You Fall by @jezthemadficster is this dancing fic that god, every time a new chapter is out, has me grinning like a loon as I go, “gimme gimme gimme goddamit!” and trust me, she never disappoints. And the way she describes the dance, it’s vivid poetry that just takes my breath away. Honestly, great stuff if I must say so myself.

I love Knights and tales that reimagine fairytales so Destiny Calls by @clockworkswans also ranks pretty high on my list. It’s brilliant writing really, and has me hopelessly hooked.

Then there’s Under New Management by @highwarlockkareena which woah, got me hooked even before I knew that it was Kareena that was writing it. The plot, the pacing, the writing, all amazing, and Kareena’s take on the Downworlder council has me in awe. I’m not going to spoil it for you but it’s really good.

Cradle Songs of Comfort by @theonetruenorth because frankly the story’s slept on. Like woah! The plot is based off a game. The characterization is excellent. The pacing has me biting my nails like crazy, waiting to see what will happen next, and the writing is excellent. 

Under the Bleachers by @bi-magnus which to me is A+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Think it’s a lot of pluses? Hehehehe. Well, it’s because the story’s damn good! That’s so damn good Jimon right there.It’s cute and fluffy and hot and will leave you smiling till the very end. You know what, just look through the rest of her fics on her AO3 because they’re all so good, and Alice’s Jimon Week fics are classic!

Never say Never by @mel-iorn because it combines Mel’s brilliant, beautiful writing (really, if you’ve never read anything by Mel, you don’t know what you’re missing) and glorious beautiful Jimon. Honestly, the story’s brilliant. 

Only Fools by @aleclwb which was is funny and cute and hot and has Simon dating Jace in order to teach Jace how to date Clary. Yeah trust me, it’s as good as it sounds. So damn goooooood. 

And finally, I would of course recommend the first fic I ever wrote in the SH fandom: It’s Time To Lose Your Virginity Brother Dearest. You can also find my Tumblr drabbles on here

BTS - they came home late and see you sleeping in their sweatshirt.

Request: could you please do a BTS reaction to you sleeping in their sweatshirt and they see you after returning late from practice?

A/N: i’m so sorry for the delay. :(


Seokjin: You would wait for him on the couch, watching some movies, but he was late and you ended up falling asleep.
He opened the door and smiled when he saw you. “Baby… Let’s go to bed.” He said looking at you. “Oh … Okay, can you carry me?” You smiled. “Of course.” He picked you up and took you to your room. “By the way, you look so cute in my sweatshirt.”

Originally posted by beuits

Yoongi: It was normal for him to be home late, you were already used to it. But you were very needy and missing him today, so you put on one of his sweatshirts and went to sleep.
When he got home, he went to the bedroom and found you asleep in his sweatshirt. He found the cutest thing in the world. He took his phone and took a picture of you, just to remember. Then he lay down to sleep with you.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Hoseok: "Babe?“ He called when he got home. "Oh, she must be asleep by now. He spoke looking at the time. He smiled at how you were asleep.
"Hi baby, were you calling me?” You asked, sleepy. “No, you can go back to sleep, baby.” He kissed her face.

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Namjoon: He sent you a text saying that he would be home late and that it wasn’t to wait for him.

You took one of hia sweatshirts and went to bed. You fell asleep quickly.
Hours later, your boyfriend comes home and goes to the bedroom and finds his beautiful and cute girlfriend.
“Oh God, why is she so cute?!” He tells himself before he goes to bed with you.

Originally posted by bwiboo

Jimin: You always wore his clothes, especially his sweatshirts. So, when you had to sleep alone, you get one of his sweatshirts, because they smelled like him.
He smiled at you when he got home, thinking how lucky he was to have you waiting for him and for being such a cutie. He kissed your face and lay down beside you.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: When he saw you were asleep in his sweatshirt, he almost had a heart attack. He found the cutest thing in the world. Seriously. He took thousands of pictures and sent them to the other members saying, “Look how beautiful my girlfriend is.” “She’s cute, ins’t she?” “OMG I love her.”

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie

Jungkook: His sweatshirts always got too big on you, and he loved it. You always used to sleep with one of them when you were alone, so you put it on and went to sleep.
He came home very stressed, but when he saw you sleeping peacefully, everything got better and gone. “Fuck… I love you so much, my little baby.” He smiled, lying beside you on the bed.

Originally posted by apgujeon


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anonymous asked:

I've gotten some mclennon hate recently and it's sorta getting to me and making me start to doubt mclennon (I know it sounds horrible) but do you have anything reassuring for me? I just feel like I need some help right now

oh honey, whenever you doubt just go to your friend Marco so that he can kindly remind you that:

1.Paul revealed that John Lennon’s “Jealous Guy” is about him. (Paul McCartney - Playgirl, February 1985)

2.Paul admitted that there are things about John Lennon he wouldn’t tell unless both Yoko Ono and Cynthia Lennon were dead. (Hunter Davies, “off-the-record” telephone conversation with Paul, May 3, 1981)

3.For John’s birthday they went to Paris and slept in one bed.

4.John used to call Paul ‘baby’, ‘love’ ‘bunny’.

5.They were the most important person in each other life.

6.John was jealous of Paul’s girlfriends.

7.Paul was jealous of Stuart. (Paul McCartney in The Anthology)

8.When John took lsd by mistake, Paul brought him home and took lsd too cause he wanted to be with John in misery and fear. (George Martin - With a Little Help from My Friends: The Making of Sgt. Pepper

9.They did many secret holidays just the two of them.

10.During the Beatles tours John always slept with Paul in one room, while George and Ringo slept in another. (Gary James’ Interview With The Beatles’ Road Manager Bob Bonis)

11.John wrote “If I fell” for Paul.

12.Paul wrote “Here there and everywhere” for John.

13.John always compared his relationship with Paul to a marriage and sex.

14.John always used to describe Paul as handsome and cute.

15.Paul used to take photos of John when he was asleep. The next person who will do this will be Yoko Ono, John’s wife.

16. In 1980, during John’s last interview, he admitted that “Paul was the first love of my life, Yoko the second.”

17.When Yoko became John’s girlfriend Paul was dead jealous. He sent a postcard faking the signature with the quote ‘you and your jap tart think you’re hot shit’. (Francie Schwart - Body Count)

18.When John and Yoko moved for some months in Paul‘s house, he couldn’t stand hearing them having sex. Upset, he often left to go to gay bars.( Body Count - 1972)

19.When John and Paul split up, John told him that “he didn’t want to hold his hand anymore”, and Paul left Abbey Road crying. ( Luck and Circumstance: A Coming of Age in Hollywood, New York, and Points Beyond - 2011)

20.People who worked at Abbey Road called Paul ‘John’s princess’. (Yoko ono in ‘John Lennon - The Life’ by Phlip Norman’)

21.John had a photo of him and Paul in his room. (image)

22. Paul had a gigantic photo of him and John in his studio. (image)

23.During the 70s they talked to each other through songs like an old married couple who went through a divorce.

24. In 1980 John wrote many unfinished love songs and put them together in a tape for Paul.

25.”Hey Jude” is about Julian, but unconsciously is about John.

26..”Oh!darling” is about Paul crying and wanting to die ‘cause John left him.

27.In his interviews Paul can’t stop saying that he slept with John many times. When a journalist asked him what he would do with John if he came back for a day, he answered ‘I would spend it in bed with him’. ( Paul McCartney answers questions for Q magazine, 1998)

Are you reassured now honey?

Morning Surprise (Remus x Reader)

“Hi! I might’ve already sent this in and I’m terribly sorry if I’m repeating my self but could you do one with Remus where you stay the night in his dorm and when you wake up the boys find you and they are all like shook. :,) thank you! I love your writing by the way!!” this made me laugh out loud when I read it! hope you like it!

Saturday’s were usually spent with your boyfriend in the library or by the Black Lake, curled up with a book and content with each other’s company. Today was no ordinary Saturday, it was a Quidditch Saturday, which meant that you and Remus had to postpone your usual activities and go and support James since Gryffindor was playing against Ravenclaw.

“Hurry up, lovebirds!” Sirius exclaimed, a few steps ahead of Remus and you.

You’ve been dating Remus for a year now, and you both kept the PDA to a minimum, the marauders knew that and often teased you both, but little did they know that behind closed doors, Remus and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius, sending you an apologetic look.

“Sorry, we don’t take the dog out too often, we think he might get lost…” Remus whispered to you, and you laughed.

Soon you and the rest of the marauders were cheering James on, Gryffindor was winning by a landslide, and somehow Sirius had taken over as commentator half way through the match.

“Ms. Lillian Evans, if the handsome Chaser scores three consecutive goals, you have to go on date with him, it is the law. Dumbledore said so.” Sirius decreed into his enchanted wand, McGonagall stood from her seat and tried to pry the wand from his flailing arms.

“I’m so glad Sirius didn’t meddle with the two of us…” Remus uttered as you nodded in agreement. You witnessed as James scored three consecutive goals and how your roommate Lily was glaring at the boy, you could see that she was trying to fight off a growing smile on her face.

“Well bloody hell, Sirius does seem to have a future in matchmaking.” You said, pointing down at Lily, Remus shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

It was no surprise when Gryffindor won, due to that Sirius and James announced that there would be a celebratory party tonight, (they would’ve thrown a part either way).

“What are the chances of us sneaking out of the party without being noticed by those two?” you asked Remus as you reluctantly made your way to the party.

“Just wait until they both had enough Firewhiskey, then we can go to my dorm and relax, there’s this new muggle book my mother sent me, I think you’ll like it.”

“Sounds perfect.” You said pecking his lips as you both joined the party.

It didn’t take long for Sirius and James to finish off a bottle of Firewhiskey, you nudge Remus and he stifled a laugh as he saw how James was drunkenly orchestrating a conga line.

“And that’s our cue to leave, love.” He said, chuckling at his friend’s failed attempts.

He led you up the boy’s dormitories, everyone was having fun so they didn’t see the two of you leaving.

He opened the door to his room which he shared with the rest of the marauders, you were always in awe of the contrast between Remus’s side of the room and the rest of the boys.

“I know what you’re thinking and I agree, they’re pigs.”

“Trewlaney better watch out because you might steal her job, your seeing eye just read my mind.” You joked, he chuckled as he walked towards his drawer, pulling out a jumper and a pair of boxers, handing them to you.

“I don’t think you’ll want to go back to a room full of tipsy girls later tonight and the guys will probably pass out in the common room.” He said as he handed the clothes to you so you could change into something comfortable. You beamed at him and thanked him, and headed towards the bathroom to change. You came out feeling extremely cozy, Remus was much taller than you so you basically swam in his jumper, it came down to your thighs.

“Well that’s not fair.” Remus said as he saw you wearing his clothes. You arched an eyebrow, confused.

“Now every time I wear that jumper I’ll know I won’t look as good as you do right now.” He said grinning, a bubbly laugh left your lips as you ran towards him, tackling him down to the bed.

“You’re so cheesy.” You mumbled as you buried your face in his chest.

“But you love me.”

“That I do.”

You both spent the rest of the night reading the astronomy book that his mother had sent him. Astronomy was your favorite subject, Remus liked it as well, and he loved seeing the way your face would light up as you looked at the pictures of the stars and constellations, and read about them.

Neither one of you realized when you fell asleep or if the rest of the boys came back.

Hours later, you were both woken up by a scream.

“BLOODY HELL, REMUS HAS A GIRL IN BED WITH HIM.” Sirius screeched.

“I’m pretty sure that’s Y/N…” Peter said.

“Keep your voice down you gits, I wanna study them more in their natural habitat.” James whispered.

“I can’t believe he did it, I didn’t think he had it in him.” He continued.

“Our little boy is all grown up.” Sirius sniffled.

You were woken up by Sirius’s scream but decided it was better if you feigned sleep, hoping that they would go away soon. Remus began stirring next to you.

“No PDA my ass, guess his wolf side won last night, huh?”

“Sirius Orion Black, if you don’t stop it with the crude comments I’ll make sure that you never procreate.” Remus snarled, his eyes still closed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“My dear, dear, Remus, how do you possibly expect for us to remain calm when we found you two in such a compromised position?” Sirius quipped back, smirking.

“Oh shut up Pads, nothing happened, we just fell asleep.” You said, enunciating the word sleep.

“OH Y/N, I SURE HOPE HE TREATED YOU RIGHT!”

“SIRIUS, GET OFF HER.” Remus exclaimed when Sirius dramatically threw himself at you.

You were trying your hardest not to laugh because if you did they would continue and you were not going to encourage them, you could see Remus trying hard not to as well. Who knew that the rest of the marauders would make such a big deal about you spending the night in their room.

“Does that mean Y/N is our mummy now?”

“JAMES, FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT YOUR FATHER DURING THE SCHOOL TERM.”

After ten minutes of nonstop teasing, they finally left you and Remus alone as they went down for breakfast.

“They are way too chipper considering they probably have a raging hangover.”

“I’m pretty sure the opportunity of teasing us gave them the strength they needed.” Remus sighed.

“If I lock the door, they would just knock it down with Peter or something…how about we get dressed and head to the lake for a bit?” you asked him, sitting up.

“But I’m comfy…” Remus whined, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back onto his chest, burrowing his head on your hair.  

“Okay, okay! You win, but just until they come back, I don’t think I have any patience left for their teasing.”

“Agreed.” Remus sealed the deal with a kiss that left you breathless.

Luckily the boys found Filch on their way back and he interrogated them for a full hour about the loud noises that were coming from the Gryffindor common room the night before. You and Remus enjoyed a full hour of peace and quiet before they came barreling in, goofy grins on their faces when they saw you and Remus intertwine, sleeping peacefully.

“I guess the shock wears off the second time around.” Sirius mumbled, James nodded from besides him.

Five Little Words

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Natalia (OFC)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Power outage, bad weather (no one is in danger but it sounds scary), mention of crappy ex, mention of abandonment, Jensen singing (and hell yes that is a warning!).      

Word Count: 3100ish

A/N: This is a three in one ;) I hope I won’t dissappoint anyone. A while ago I did this tumblr game thing where I let people send me a “I wish you would write a fic where…” I told a few people I would do theirs. @chaos-and-the-calm67 said this:

I wish you would write a fic where Jensen and the Reader get stuck in a room when the lights go out (place of your choosing) so they sit in the dark and get to talkin’ and when the lights come back, Jensen asks the Reader out :)

I changed it a little Bev, but I hope you still like it.

This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge where my prompt was “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” — Christopher Robin, Winnie the Pooh as well as my entry for @iwriteaboutdean 200 follower challenge where my prompt was “Kiss Me” - Sixpence None the Richer.

Song also used Return to Pooh Corner by Kenny Loggins.

Thanks to amazingly talented @blacktithe7 for betaing this one for me.

No hate towards Danneel intended. Her and Jensen are my otp. This is just fiction. Also no mention of Supernatural in this one so I guess if you prefer to see it as an AU it could be that.

The storm was raging outside. It seemed to have hit the town out of nowhere. You hated that you had to go out in this weather, but your washing machine was broken. It was your turn to wash your daughter’s softball mini league uniforms, and she needed them tomorrow. So you didn’t have a choice. You sighed as you watched the darkness outside the glass doors  that were almost quivering in the wind. You quietly folded the uniforms as you dreaded having to head home in the storm. Luckily your little girl didn’t pay much attention, she had never been to fond of lightning storms, but she seemed to slowly be growing out of her fear of them. She was too busy playing with her favourite toy, her Winnie the Pooh teddy.

Natalie made you so proud. She was a tomboy who played softball and soccer, and still she was one of the most artistic and imaginative kids in her class. She made up stories and loved drawing little pictures to go with them. She was a special little girl and the light of your life.

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messr-moonmoon  asked:

can i prompt you a lil hurt/comfort for drarry via #2 ?

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“I really don’t see why what I did was so bad,” Draco muttered as Harry practically dragged him out of Ron and Hermione’s house.

“Really, Draco? You don’t? Let me remind you then that Ron invited you into his home, served you a meal, tried to be friendly, and you responded my insulting him, his house, and his family.”

Draco rolled his eyes and shrugged Harry’s hand off of his arm.

“I was just stating facts.”

“No, you weren’t! You were being a bloody prat!” Harry shouted, fists clenched at his side. “I don’t understand why it is so hard for you to treat people with respect!”

Draco snorted.

“Because they don’t deserve my respect.”

Harry shook his head in disgust.

“Whatever, Draco. I’m sick of your attitude. I’m going home.”

Harry then turned and apparated on the spot, leaving Draco standing in the middle of the street alone.

Draco sighed and ran his hand down his face. He knew he messed up. He knew he shouldn’t have said those things to Ron. He hated when Harry was upset with him, and he didn’t think he’d ever seen him that angry.

Draco walked back up to the door of Ron and Hermione’s house, swallowed his pride, and knocked.

Ron quickly opened the door and glared when he saw who it was. Before he could say anything, Draco began talking.

“I-I’m sorry for the things I said. It was really rude and disrespectful of me.”

Ron stared at him skeptically for a moment.

“Is Harry making you apologize?”

Draco shook his head.

“No he…he went home.”

Ron nodded, and his hand then shot out for Draco to shake.

“Apology accepted, mate.”

Draco stared at him in shock and slowly shook his hand. He hadn’t expected Ron to be so forgiving.

“Right, well, I’m gonna go. Sorry again, and thanks for having us over.”

Draco then turned and walked away before apparating to his and Harry’s house.

Harry was sitting on the couch, watching tv, when Draco walked through the door. Harry wouldn’t even look at him.

“Harry, I-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Draco. Just leave me alone.”

Draco had a very hurt expression on his face, but slowly nodded his head and walked off to their bedroom. He changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed. He wanted to just fall asleep and forget about everything that happened, but it wasn’t working. He was scared that he had really messed up this time and that Harry was never going to forgive him.

Draco hadn’t even realized that he was crying until he heard the door open and felt the bed dip beside him.

“Draco,” Harry said softly and put his hand on Draco’s side. “I’m sorry for how I acted when you got home. Ron sent an owl telling me not to be too hard on you because you already apologized to him.”

Draco just sniffled in response before turning to face Harry.

“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered.

Harry nodded his head in understanding, not needing to say the words for Draco to know he was forgiven.

“Why are you crying, love?” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist and pulled him close, kissing his forehead.

“I thought you might not forgive me…that you might break up with me.”

Draco buried his face into the crook of Harry’s neck and let a few more tears fall.

“Shh, no. I’m not breaking up with you, Draco. I love you very much. I just don’t love your attitude sometimes.”

Draco let out a small laugh and pulled his head away so he could give Harry a kiss.

“I love you too.”

Harry smiled at him.

“Good, now come back out into the living room with me. I put your favorite movie in.”

Draco grinned and threw the covers off of himself. He followed Harry to the couch where they watched movies and cuddled for the rest of the night.

It’s the first cool day New York has seen in months. Louis wakes up to a light chill in the air, goosebumps rising on his skin, the cracked windows finally letting in a breeze that doesn’t feel muggy, and when he rolls over to face Harry, sheets pooled around his bare waist, Louis only pauses to stare for a brief moment before he’s poking Harry’s chest, cheeks, eyelids. Harry bats him away, groaning.

“Why. What.” His voice is rough with sleep and he doesn’t any make an attempt to open his eyes.

Louis smirks, poking him in the stomach. Hard. “It’s finally fall.”

“It’s been fall for a week and a half.”

“Yeah but now it feels like fall.”

Harry groans louder. “It’s Sunday. The day of rest. I don’t want to wake up yet.”

“But.” He sits up, reaching for the duvet cover, wrapping it around himself. It smells like Harry’s shampoo, and a little bit like fabric softener. “We should go apple picking.”

“You don’t even like apples that much,” Harry mumbles into his pillow.

“I’m a teacher. I think it’s a law to like them, or something.”

He grunts out something that resembles probably, then rolls over to his other side, his back facing Louis.

That won’t do.

Louis rearranges himself so he’s situated on Harry’s lap, his movements quick enough that Harry doesn’t have time to react or push him away. Louis drags his hands up and down Harry’s sides, touching softly at his fading scars, and Harry finally opens his eyes at that, smile breaking, shaking his head.

“Has anyone ever told you how much of a pain in the ass you are?”

“A few times, maybe.”

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Either/Or: Rosie

Prompt! Can we see Supercorp but one where Kara rescues a baby and brings them home and Lena doesn’t wanna get her hopes up about adoption because she doesn’t want Kara to have to outlive her AND a child (Pref a fluffy ending but up to you?)

“Kara, honey, are you home yet?” Lena called out as she kicked off her heels and balanced the bags of take out in her arms.

The quiet of the penthouse greeted her as she hurried toward the kitchen. As she turned on the lights, the city outside disappeared from the large windows. Their home became its own universe, with just the faintest bit of galaxy outside.

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~ SPN 12x12 coda ~

Streetlights gleamed on the hood of the Impala and shone on the windshield as Dean drove past. He listened to the familiar purr and rattle of the old engine. Maybe he should tune the old girl up sometime in the next couple of days. 

You know…when he had the time.

Sam shifted in his sleep and Dean glanced at the rearview mirror to see if he was all right. As they passed under another streetlight, Dean caught a glimpse of Sam curling into the backseat like he used to when they were kids. 

His grip tightened around the steering wheel as his eyes found the road again. Cas let out a long sigh, distracting him for a second. Dean glanced over to find him staring out the window at the passing night.

“Everything all right?” Of course, it would not be, but… 

“No,” Cas said in an irritated sort of huff. Dean’s hands jerked on the wheel, swerving the Impala off to the shoulder. “Dean, no.” He corrected his turn and glared at the asphalt before them. “I’m fine. I feel fine.” 

Dean pursed his lips, looking back in the rearview mirror to check if Sam was still asleep. He was. “Don’t scare me like that, man.”

“Sorry.” 

The only sound in the Impala for a couple of minutes was Sam’s quiet snoring. Dean tapped his thumb on the underside of the steering wheel, searching for the right words. “I…I thought I was gonna lose you.“ Again. He could not go through that again. He cleared his throat when he felt Cas’ eyes on him. “We, I mean.”

“I heard your prayer,” Cas said, softly enough that Dean thought he might have imagined it.

He had prayed – a desperate plea sent out to anyone who would listen. Dean did not remember what he had said. Rather, he remembered the feeling of Cas’ blood and sweat slick against his hand as he held him steady. He remembered the shuddered way Cas struggled for each breath. So yeah, he prayed.

“It was just your voice in my head. I couldn’t understand you exactly, though, since I was a little preoccupied.” Dean sniffed a laugh. “It was…comforting.”

“Yeah, well,” Dean’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror and back to the road, “you said you love – “

Dean’s voice caught and he gulped. He could not just say it outright. What if Cas had not meant it like that? Of course, he did not. Sam and Mom had been there as well and Cas had obviously been talking to them, too. It might have been different had it only been the two of them. Why…why would he… 

“You said you loved us,” he said, cringing at his repeated words. 

“And you called me devastatingly handsome.” 

Dean’s eyebrows arched at the smile in Cas’ voice. “That I did,” he said with an amused snort. He took his eyes off the road for a second to glance over at Cas, catching a glimmer of a smile in his reflection.

Smiling, Dean turned his attention back to the road.

Prompt: You’re so mean when you talk about yourself.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts

Pairing:  Newt Scamander x reader

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At Last

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is the first request I received for my 600 Follower’s Celebration! I still can’t believe that now over 700 of you decided to follow my silly ass. Y’all are awesome. I hope you like it! This is straight fluff I promise.

Requested By: @traceyaudette 

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen

Warnings: Absolutely none.

Word Count: 1,500-ish

Song: “At Last” by Etta James

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Originally posted by moan-s

“Well aren’t you something sweet to look at,” Dean smiled as he reached his hand out toward me and I took it graciously, the click of my heels hitting the floor echoing throughout the bunker. “You look gorgeous, Princess.”

I blushed as he kissed my cheek, then I linked my arm with his. “Thank you. It’s not often that I get to dress up like this.”

Dean stopped and turned me toward him, then placed a tender kiss on my lips, causing chills to go up my spine. I smiled as he pulled away, “You look beautiful every day. But this is…you take my breath away.”

“Oh, hush, you’re getting sappy on me, Dean,” I patted his cheek then winked at him as we made our way toward the Impala. “Where’s Sam?”

“He went to pick up Eileen at her motel,” He said quickly and I gave him a knowing smile. “I think this is a date for them.”

“And it’s not for us?” I raised my eyebrow. “Just because we’ve been dating for four years doesn’t mean we can’t still have a date, Dean.”

“Oh, trust me. This is a date,” He pointed at me. “And it’s gonna be an awesome one.”

As he opened the door for me, I giggled and climbed in the car, then smiled over at him as he slid in next to me, “I can’t believe Donna’s getting married. This is so exciting.”

“I’m not sure about him,” Dean gave a hard look at his rearview mirror as we made our way toward the venue. It was always entertaining to see Dean’s protective side come out. “After her last husband, I don’t trust anyone.”

“But you should trust Donna,” i laid a comforting hand on his and smiled at him. “Let’s just have fun tonight and celebrate her. She deserves it.”

“i remember a time when you didn’t trust me,” Dean sent me a teasing look and I shook my head and smiled. “You didn’t even give me the time of day.”

I chuckled, “I remember when that all changed.”

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A Father’s Love

Word Count: 2000 ish

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Maverick (or Mav) (OC), Piper (OC), Genevieve, Jared (Brief mention)

Warnings: A case of childhood pneumonia, homesickness, fluff, Jensen doubting himself. I believe that’s all.

Summary: While Jensen is away filming, he experiences a bad case of homesickness.

A/N: Thank you to @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @melonshino for reading over this and assuring me that it was okay :-) This is my first Jensen fic! I hope I wrote him well… Please feel free to leave feedback and constructive criticism. Happy reading!

No hate towards Danneel or any member of the Ackles family - I adore them. Pretend that Danneel is happy with someone else… This is just a work of fiction!

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It was the middle of the night, way past your kids’ bedtime, and yet you were still laid out on your living room couch. Your 4 year old son, Maverick, was sick with a cold and refused to leave your side, along with your one year old daughter, Piper. Of course they had both gotten sick at the same time the one weekend that Jensen had to work.

You and Jensen had been married for five years now. You met on the set of Supernatural, but you knew him long before then. After you got killed off the show, he asked you on a date. And that one date turned into more dates. And the rest was history.

Maverick had been upset, coughing more and more as the night drug on. You let him and Piper lay with you on the couch before they went to bed, but they ended up both falling asleep - Mav wedged between you and the couch and Piper laying face down on your stomach.

“Finally… some peace” you said under your breath as you turned on the T.V. and set the volume at the lowest audible level. You let your finger trail up and down Piper’s back, happy that both of  your kids were finally asleep.

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Jealousy and Firewhisky

Request: “Hello I was wandering if you could write a Sirius x reader where like all the marauders and y/n are drinking but concious and Sirius is really drunk and can’t take it anymore and so confesses his love to the reader and everyone is like surprised but kind of knew💖💖💖💖💖thank you”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: implied smuuuut & alcohol 

Originally posted by belandsx

You sat cross legged, taking yet another swig from the bottle of Firewhisky while James rounded up the last of the partygoers, shooing them out the door. Sirius haphazardly snatched up the bottle from you, tutting with a wild giggle.

“You’ve had enough (Y/n).” He stated, ending in a hiccup.

“Speak for yourself!” You snorted. “You can barely sit without toppling over.”

“That’s the last of them.” Peter huffed, taking a seat beside you, soon to be joined with James.

“I’d call that party a success, what do you think Moony?” James eyed the boy who was already climbing up the stairs to their dorm.

“Yeah, great.” Remus answered through a yawn. “I’m going to pass out. I have an early potions class tomorrow.”

“You’re so boring.” Sirius shouted at his friend with an easy smile.

“Boring, and getting better grades than you Padfoot.” Remus reminded, disappearing up the stairs.

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Out of Feathers, Out of Bones [an elucien epistolary fic] part 1

Elain travels Prythian learning to accept her new life and powers, but better than any glittering court is her tentative correspondence with her mate. (rated g, set post-acowar so minor spoilers)

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Originally posted by angelkarafilli

Lady Elain,

I hope this letter finds you well. And I also hope it isn’t overly presumptuous of me to send this at all. I wrote to Feyre a month ago, telling her I’d be longer in the spring court than I planned; They need all the assistance they can get reorganizing after the war. Is it right to call it a war when it lasted less than a month? The extended skirmish. No, sorry, that makes it sound silly, and the death toll was

I’ve already restarted this letter four times, and Tamlin does not possess an unlimited supply of stationery, so I’m going to keep going. My apologies for that babbling and any in the rest.

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Meet Cute (Leslie/Reader)

Summary: Nobody really meets people in crowded coffee shops, right? And they certainly don’t meet their favorite artists. And they definitely don’t get a date out of the whole deal. Except, sometimes, they do.

Note: My first Leslie fic! This fills a request for a fan of Leslie’s meeting him and him being sweet about it, and #48 from the prompt list:  “I can’t believe I just asked them out!” “And I can’t believe they said yes.” 

Rating: G. Pure fluff.

Word Count: 1485

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@daciafu how could i resist drawing my favorite pokémon with my angsty wreck of a son

also you have sent me down an absolute (hah) rabbit hole of headcanons so here we go

- soul looks scariest when he’s hanging out in maka’s gym and gets mistaken for gym leader
- he is ofc a cinnamon roll and actually a contest person (he’s maxed out his cool rank)
- he will not infrequently fall asleep on his absol
- absol is also a dork and enjoys belly rubs like all the time
- maka is more like whitney: nice and harmless looking, but absolutely can and will wipe your ass with her togekiss
- (the togekiss may or may not be Black☆Star, i haven’t decided)

Title: My Girls

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: As always, feedback is appreciated. Good, bad, whatever.

Words:  761


You blinked awake as the morning sun streamed through your hospital window, eager to hold your sweet, baby girl again. You had given birth in the early hours of the morning after 14 hours of labor. She was healthy, she was beautiful. You on the other hand, you were exhausted; nestling her to your chest, you had soon fallen asleep. You glanced over to the clear hospital bassinet beside you, only to find it empty. You had a moment of panic before your eyes settled on the hulking frame of your boyfriend, Auston. He was reclining on a chair by the window, his slippered feet propped up on the windowsill. Your daughter’s tiny body was bundled in a soft, gray blanket; lying on Auston’s chest. One of his large hands rested over her, keeping her firmly tucked to his body; with the other his thumb was rubbing light circles on her tiny hand as she gripped his index finger. You watched his lips move, as he spoke softly to your newborn daughter. 

“Your grandma and grandpa are so excited to see you. Your aunts have already bought you every book, outfit, and toy and baby could ever need.” he said quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I can’t wait for you to meet them. There are so many people waiting to meet you.” he continued. He gazed down at her, letting out a contented sigh. “I’m so glad you’re finally here.”

You smiled at them from the bed, not wanting to disrupt the moment. A few seconds later, Auston glanced up at you; noticing you were he awake he smiled before bringing his feet back to the ground, readjusting his hands to support your little one.

“Look peanut, momma’s finally awake.” Auston told your daughter softly before carefully standing up and walking over to you, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “I talked to the doctor about an hour ago.” he said to you. “We’re going to get discharged by early afternoon.” he grinned, leaning over, kissing you.

“How is she?” You ask, shifting on the bed so Auston could sit on the bed beside you.

“Pefect.” he grinned, bringing his legs onto the bed, shifting the little one so she was cradled in his arms, giving you a perfect view of her little pink face. “She’s doing great, the doctor is happy with all the test results. I fed her about an hour ago, changed her diaper. My parents are catching a plane out on Tuesday morning; Peanut and I Skyped with your mom when she called, I sent her the information for her flight. I ordered groceries that’ll be delivered this afternoon so we don’t starve.” he rattled off. “I have the car seat ready to go and your bag is pretty much packed.”

“What, Aus, how long was I asleep? How did you get so good at this dad thing so quickly?” you asked in wonderment.

“Not that long.” He chuckled. “You just did all the hard work, I wanted to make sure everything else was taken care of so you didn’t have to worry about it. Peanut already managed to convince Mitch to drop dinner off later so we don’t have to worry about it.” He said staring down at the bundle in his arms. He turned to you, a small frown playing on his lips. “Babe, when we found out you were pregnant, I panicked.” he admitted. 

“You didn’t seem panicked.” you said, surprised. “You were so much calmer than me.” You said, reaching up running your hand through his dark locks.

“I acted like I wasn’t so I didn’t stress you out, but babe, I was terrified. We’re so young.” he said, snaking his arm around your shoulders, the other still firmly wrapped around his little girl. “As soon as I found out I stared bugging Bozie and Hunwick for advice. After practice, on the plane, every chance I got. I wanted to make sure I was prepared. I wanted to make sure I knew how to take of her, how to make things easier for you.”

“I’d say you’re already doing a pretty fantastic job.” you smiled, reaching over and stroking the soft skin of her cheek, resting your head on Auston’s chest. 

“I’m glad you think so, (Y/N). I still can’t believe she’s really here.” he said, looking down at the bundle in his arms. “Thank you, babe, for all of this.” he smiled kissing your forehead. “I can’t wait to take my girls home.”


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Requested by: @memz-elizabeth-

Forgive me

Written for @leiascully xf writing challenge: forgiveness

Set after “The Truth”

It rains the first night they’re on the road. The raindrops pelt angrily against the windshield and the wipers do their best to give Mulder a clear view of what’s ahead. Their scratchy movement contributes to the peculiar symphony they’re listening to; their silence, however, is the loudest participant.

Things they want to talk about, really should talk about now after all this time, they’re swallowed in kisses, in moans instead. Here in the car, though, the distance between them seems inexpugnable. Mulder considers taking her hand in his, the need to feel her soft skin against his is almost painful. But he doesn’t reach over. Despite their desperate love making last night, he is not sure where they stand. Their bodies remember each other flawlessly, as if never having been apart. The distant look in her eyes, emotions playing on her face he’s never seen before, they remind him that she lived through a hell he did not walk through himself. Just like his hell is his very own. They’re both burned, but their wounds no longer match.

And Mulder’s secret, he fears, will make it only worse. Cause newer, rawer pain.

His eyes wander over to her small body, slumped in her seat, her head leaning the window. She’s fast asleep, still trusting him enough to know he’ll get them there, wherever, safely.

“Forgive me, Scully,” he mumbles, “I am so sorry.”

The words come easy now knowing she can’t hear them.

*

“Where are we?” Scully wakes up with the sun, her voice as warm and gentle as the weather.

“We just passed Tucson.” Mulder adjusts his sunglasses, preparing himself for her next question.

“Where are we going, Mulder? Mexico?”

“No.” She waits for him to elaborate, tell her, and he just can’t find the words.

“I’m sorry, Scully. It’s just- let’s just drive, all right?”

She doesn’t answer; she leans her head against the window again, her eyes trained on the bleak landscape surrounding them.

“Don’t be sorry, Mulder. We’re in this together, remember?”

He nods. But she doesn’t know. She just doesn’t know.

*

They eat at a shabby road side diner, just like in old times. Mulder grins at her remembering mornings and afternoons spent together discussing cases. He misses it. Scully smiles at him softly, nodding to herself as if she, too, wishes they were still these people.

A few miles later Scully tells him to stop.

“You need sleep, Mulder.” She doesn’t offer to drive and he knows she’s right. They check in as Mr. and Mrs. Hale paying in cash with crumpled up bills. The room is clean enough, he figures. Silently he strips down to his boxers as Scully shuts the blinds.

She watches him get comfortable in bed.

“You’re not joining me?”

“You should sleep, Mulder. I’ll be fine.”

“You know, I can behave myself. Come to bed, Scully. I’ll be a gentleman.” She takes off her jacket, her blouse and finally her skirt. Mulder keeps his eyes on her face, determined. His cock betrays him, throbbing gently, tightening his shorts.

“But who says I can behave myself?” She whispers and Mulder lets go, lets her take the reign for the moment. When he comes, her walls clamping down on him, guilt surges through him, reminding him that he doesn’t deserve this. When she kisses him after with a smile on her face, he tastes bitterness.

Her eyes begin to flutter and her breath evens out.

“I love you,” Mulder whispers into the room where the air conditioner gently hums, almost like a lullaby, “I love you so much, Scully.”

There is no answer and he is glad.

“Forgive me, Scully. Forgive me.” And he, too, sleeps.

*

When Mulder changes the direction north, Scully shoots him a look but stays quiet.

What did they used to talk about on these drives? Mulder doesn’t remember. In his memory, they’re always talking, quarreling. Cases, theories, ideas but nothing he could pinpoint. It was a time before his death, his resurrection. Before there were new partners assigned to find him, to have her back. A time when there was no baby boy; no regrets on either side why he isn’t with them now.

“We could stop in Las Vegas, make it official.”

It’s supposed to be a joke, but Scully’s silence and her somber face tell him it was the wrong thing to say. He doesn’t apologize. Not for this.

As the scenery changes, the mood in the car remains the same.

“I really am sorry, Scully. For all of this.” When she doesn’t answer, he believes she’s asleep again. He doesn’t question her exhaustion, doesn’t ask why.

“Stop apologizing, Mulder. There’s nothing to be sorry for, nothing to forgive.”

“You heard me.”

“I did. It’s just- I sent you away, Mulder. To keep you safe and to… if there’s anyone who should be sorry it should be-“

“No, Scully. Don’t. Just… don’t.”

Silence takes over after this and Mulder feels it deep inside himself; the guilt manifesting itself inside, striking roots. You don’t know, Scully. You don’t know.

She’ll find out soon and then… and then.

*

They arrive with the sunrise. Orange flames lick at the sky as Mulder steers the car onto the graveled path.

“Where are we?” Scully’s voice is still thick with sleep. She runs her hands through her hair automatically.

“Mulder, where are we?” He stops the car, the house still small there in the distance. Mulder turns to Scully, who stares intently at him. There have been moments like this before in their long partnership; Mulder running off, leaving her with merely a sliver of the truth. Once she did it to him, too. This, he knows, is a different betrayal. One she might not forgive him.

“We’re in Wyoming.” There’s no reaction on her face. She has no idea.

“Scully, I couldn’t, I-…” Mulder trails off; he can’t do this. He starts the car again, Scully’s blue eyes burning into him, never once looking anywhere but his face. It takes maybe another 20 seconds, 30 tops, before the house comes into focus. Scully’s eyes leave him someone walked out the door. Mulder slows down the car and it finally stops in clear sight.

“Mulder…” He doesn’t recognize the emotion in Scully’s voice. He listens to the click of her seat belt, the soft close of the car door as she steps out. The woman on the porch holds her baby tightly, fastening her grip involuntarily.

Mulder takes a deep breath. He couldn’t have told her. He doesn’t have the words for it. Opening the car door, soft air hits him, reminds him of a place somewhere, of something he can’t put his fingers on. The baby kicks gently, like happy children do when they’re excited, and Mulder looks at his son for the first time in over a year.

“Mulder, why…” Scully’s voice breaks.

“Forgive me, Scully.” He pleads.

He needs her to forgive him because he can’t let go, can’t forgive himself and partly her, for giving up. For giving up their son.

“We’re taking our son home.” He says, determination in his voice. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! Headcanon person here again. So Gaston is basically a second dad to Chip. He takes him hunting, playfully wrestles with him, and doesn't even mind when Chip accidentally falls asleep on his lap at the dinner table. And everyone thinks it's adorable, especially Lefou (bc they possibly want kids in the future). And Gaston is so in love with Lefou and tells him everyday. I sent this in like a couple of days ago but it might not of sent so I'm sending it again! Love you and your Tumblr! Bye!

You’re making me c r y with these I’m in love

  • Gaston would pretend to be the beast, and Chip would tackle him, initiating the play wrestling that would end in laughter by the fireplace 
  • Adam would be super offended by Gaston’s impersonation of his beastly counterpart, then would remind himself that Belle allowed Gaston and Lefou to stay there out of the kindness of her heart, so he maintains the friendly hospitality for her sake  
  • But he doesn’t roar that obnoxiously, it was always more of a sexy growl, dammit
  • The first time Chip falls asleep in his lap, Gaston is shocked- he’s never been a particularly gentle guy, so the fact that a young boy would feel comfortable enough with him to do that is so touching that it makes him tear up
  • Lefou DIES when he sees it, he would literally pay Maurice as much as Gaston spends on eggs to paint that cute shit and hang it above their bed
  • Chip insists on accompanying him hunting, so Gaston goes to town (with Lefou for confidence, since most people in the village hate him now) and has hunting clothes, boots, and a cute lil hat like his made for Chip’s size. He brings them back to the castle after he gets back from his “expedition” and Chip goes nuts
  • The boy’s so excited and when they finally go out, all Chip brings home is apple with a bullet hole through it, but it’s okay cause it’s better than Lefou ever did on their hunting trips
  • The way Gaston acts around Chip and vice versa helps Lefou finally realize how plausible his dream of adopting a kid with Gaston really is- his boyfriend is dad material af
  • Belle wasn’t the only one who got a happy ending; Lefou can’t stop pinching himself every morning when he wakes up in a totally not dusty bed in the east wing next to Gaston, who’s stroking his hair and whispering how much he loves and adores him
  • Best way to wake up tbh
  • Well, second best to Mrs. Potts bringing them tea in bed
  • Even though she stopped doing that after she caught them in a compromising position one morning RIP mom

//thank you so much for the compliments too xo

DATING BYUN BAEKHYUN WOULD INCLUDE:

(GIF USED IS NOT MINE)

  • Laughing 24/7 because this boy loves the sound of your laugh.
  • So many kisses, on your hands, thighs, cheeks, neck, collarbone, ect.
  • Skinship.
  • Him singing to your when cuddling.
  • Rubbing circles on your hip bone.
  • Playing with Snow/Snapchat filters.
  • Karaoke dates.
  • “You’re aren’t getting out of bed until i do so lay back down.”
  • Going on double dates with Chanyeol and his partner.
  • Beak being so excited to show you off to the world.
  • “This is my Jagi and i love them very much, i hope you will too.”
  • Him hiding his face in your neck when he’s upset or sad.
  • Petting his hair and telling him that everything will be alright.
  • Running around the house because Baekhyung wants  kiss but you wanna play hard to get.
  • Stupid arguments about small things.
  • “Jagi you’re doing it wrong.”
  • Loud ass sighing coming from him because you are mad at him and ignoring him, but then you’ll get annoyed and forgive him.
  • Him looking at you with the biggest heart eyes ever.
  • You memorizing all of EXO’s songs and him being so proud of you.
  • Singing with him all the time.
  • Silly snapchats.
  • Him calling you and the two of you ending up falling asleep on the phone.
  • “DID YOU JUST SCREENSHOT THE PICTURE I SENT YOU?!”
  • His family loving you more than him.
  • Purposely making him jealous because you love the cute little pouts he flashes you.
  • Him wanting you to go to the gym with him as “motivation” but really just uses that time to show off his strength to you.
  • Asking him to taste things you have cooked and him saying it’s the best thing he’s eaten even though you know it’s pretty bad.
  • Matching EVERYTHING.
  •  Him waking you up early because he got up early and gets bored when alone.
  • Having to try on a whole bunch of lingerie because he buys them for you.
  • Him letting you braid his hair and do his make up.
  • “Don’t i look pretty jagi?”
  • Owning a couple pets together and end up calling them “kids”.
  • Playing so much video games together and trying anything to win them.
  • Having a score board in your living room recording everything you had won and everything he had won, because he’s competitive.
  • Hiding the hickies he leaves all over.
  • So much teasing.
  • Forcing Baek to wipe off his makeup when tired. 
  • Going on cheesy cute romantic dates.
  • Him going on and on about his day before going to sleep knowing that used probably go to sleep mid conversation.
  • Smiley Baekhyung.
  • The other members loving ho nice you are to them.
  • Over all a sweet little (kinky) fluff ball that must be protected 100% of the time.

Don’t you just love Baek :’)

-MARI XX