i wrote this because i can't get you out of my freaking head

Bad teacher. (Alex Standall)

Title: Bad teacher.

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: heeyyy i love your account and was wondering if i could get an alex standall imagine when y/n has a panic attack in class and texts alex and he meets her in the hallway and helps calm her down?? if not that’s chill but if you do thank you!! have a great day :)            

Word Count: 800 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Bad teacher, bad grade, principal’s office.

Warning: Panic Attack (it’s on a low level, but I want you to be prepared in case it can hurt someone’s sensibility.)

Author’s Note: I love you all. Continue requesting. I felt like I kind of familiarize with this one because once I had a problem with​ a teacher. And it ended a little messed up. Also, I’m having a lot of trouble with my laptop. It’s just doesn’t work like it should, so it’s harder for me to post. I’m sorry. On Wednesday, I’m not posting anything because it’s my birthday ;) I’ll keep you informed when I’ll post.

Two hours of this class, I never liked it. The teacher hated me, a lot. He always stared at me for an hour while everyone else did the examples he wrote on the board. Then, when I finished mine, he said they were wrong and he never signed anything I did. He thought how bad student I was, and told the director I should reconsider another school to study Maths.

Every week I had this class, I freaked out. I tried to skip class, but Alex always told me it wasn’t the best. Now, here I was.

“Y/n, he wrote your name on the board.” Sheri whispered to me and I at first surprised.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, would you make me a favor and tell me what did you do for homework?” He said rudely.

“We had to-” Everyone was looking at me, and some started giggling. “Check the exam you gave us. With-” The teacher stood up and made a weird noise from his throat.

“I’m tired of you, Mrs. Y/L/N. You can never do something good. I ask you to do a simple task, and you can’t even do that. Are you sure you can even think?”

Some girls at the front laughed and I had some tears coming out already. He laughed again.

“Someone can answer me that question? Because it looks like Y/n, can't​ do it.” He ended and Sheri took my hand.

No matter how much I studied, he just didn’t like me. He wasn’t like this with everyone, only with me. Sheri held me stronger and I felt so weak at that moment. Tears already were on my face and my hands were shaking. The teacher stood up and start to deliver the past exams. I studied really hard and I knew I had a good result.

“Here’s your exam. You’re so silly.” He said while I took my exam from his hands.

I got an F. Really? I studied hard enough for this test, this must be wrong. But unfortunately, before any words came to me, tears arrived first. Something was stuck in my throat. I felt my mouth drier than usual and it was getting harder to breath.

“Sheri, I need to go out.” I told her and she nodded.

I stood up and walk to his seat trying to clean my face.

“Can I go out?” I whispered and he laughed.

“Get out of my class, you’re not doing anything anyways.” He pushed me a little and I went to the corridor on my way to the bathroom.

“Y/n?” Alex’s voice interrupted me. But I tried to keep walking. “Hey.” He touched my arm and pushed me against his chest, and I hugged him. “Clay, can you leave us?”

Clay was here too? Now he saw me crying, but Alex’s chest was comforting. He caressed my back slowly and rested his jaw on my head.

“Hey, I’m here. What happened?” He continued hugging me but I cried again. “You want some water?” I nodded and he took his water bottle out. “Here is some paper.” I cleaned my nose and handled him my exam. He opened the paper and looked confused at it. “First of everything, are feeling better? Take some chocolate.” He gave me a chocolate bar he had in his pocket. “You’ll feel better, I promise.”

I grabbed it carefully, and take a bite of it. He took from his backpack a notebook and take out a paper. Then started to compare it with my exam.

“Come with me.” I held his hand, and we walked. He holding the two sheets of paper, and holding my hand while I ate his chocolate bar. We arrived at the principal office but he never stopped holding me. “Hey, can we talk to the principal?” He announced to the principal's​ secretary. I ended his chocolate bar and he touched carefully my hand. “I promise you’ll be fine.” We waited around 20 minutes, not doing anything just sitting there. Alex holding my hand all the time, or hugging me. I just wanted to have him with all during everything. Sheri texted me, but I ignore the notification and continued waiting with Alex.

We entered with the principal. And he saw us with a concerned look. I had a messed up make up, and Alex looked angry. His grin was usually calm, but this time he wasn’t like the principal expected.

“We have a problem with a teacher.” Alex stated and he put the two pages on the table. “This are the same questions, both are our exams but hers has a bad grade. And it’s unfair.”

And just like that. Mom came to see the situation, the teacher got mad, and they finally took me out of his class.

Alex stayed all day there, holding my hand.

anonymous asked:

The day Connor would have killed himself, homeschooled!Reader is at his house bc they need to talk to him. Connor assumes it's a breakup & that makes [Y/N] throw their arms around him & say "Never. A life without you is a life I can't imagine." Then tell Connor they're pregnant & since he's the dad, they want his input too. Connor can see all the love [Y/N] has for him & breaks down, telling them he loves them & wants their family to work. It does work, better than anyone could've imagined.

oooohhh! i love it!

•To be clear, you and Connor had been dating for more than a year and had been friends longer than that.

•It seemed like Connor just couldn’t handle it anymore. Everyone was an asshole at school, and his family thought he would never live up to anything, but then he had you. His beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, who he felt he didn’t deserve, was always there for him, until she wasn’t.

•You has gotten stuck in traffic on the way to his house with a little stick in the seat beside you. You couldn’t wait to see him, you wanted him to know first.

•With his sister being so obnoxious with her jazz shit and his dad being a little distant, he couldn’t get any peace. And, then a random kid, Evan writing a letter about his sister. Everything was a mess. He had lived on the edge with his depression and paranoia, maybe he couldn’t take it anymore?

•Then, you showed up, with something behind your back, knocking on the Murphy’s door. His mother was overjoyed to see you and rushed you inside as quick as she could, she tried to talk to you, but you insisted to go to Connor’s room.

•You bursted Connor’s room with a huge smile on your face, not even bothering to knock. You looked over to him to see him holding his head on his head, looking down. Your face dropped as you shoved your item into your hoodie pocket.

•You shuffled over to him, with a frown, finally he looked up at you, some tears in his eyes from the former thoughts before you came inside. You awkwardly sat beside him, wrapping one arm around him. You whispered him a greeting, him collapsing onto your lap with his head on your legs.

•You had to let your secret out, you needed to tell him, you needed to tell someone, just someone. You needed to tell him now.

•"Connor, we need to talk.“ “Oh, are you going to fucking leave me, too? You’re going to break up with me because I’m fucking shit.” “Connor, never. A life without you is a life I can’t imagine.”

•You ran your hand through his hand, while he started to sit up again. Once he was upright, you wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him tight.

•Then, you did it. You pulled the wonder stick out of your hoodie, saying what you needed and longed to say, you’re pregnant, with Connor’s baby

•He didn’t really know how to act, and you were petrified that he would break up with you. Until he started to cry, and then sob, then close his eyes shut tight, then hug you close while doing all three.

•"I love you Connor, I really do, and I want this to work but it’s going to be hard, I love you.“

•"O-oh my god, holy shit, Y/N, I love, I love you too. And, fuck, I really want this to work. I want to have a kid with you, I want this to work. Fuck.”

•Cynthia was watching from the wall beside the door, where you both couldn’t see her, listening to everything, she didn’t know what was exactly happening since she couldn’t see what you showed him. Then, she realized what was happening once Connor talked about a kid.

•Her son? Really her son? The one who never talks about anything positive and only gets high (which she didn’t learn that he had stopped), and constantly cussed was going to have a child? Don’t get me wrong, she was excited and maybe, slightly mad, but just shocked. He loves you, she hadn’t heard him say love in such a long time.

•She started bawling, and that’s when you noticed someone was listening. You rushed to the door looking out to see Cynthia. Oh my god, is she going to yell at me?

•Nope, she tackled you with a hug, snuggling into your shoulder crying and mumbling about how she was so proud and couldn’t wait to have a grandchild. Connor just watched, smiling lightly at the sight, this is going to work.

•From the commotion, Larry came out to see what’s happening. You awkwardly, nervously smiled, trying to decide what to do as Cynthia babbled out to her husband what was happening.

•Larry wasn’t actually excited, you were both high school kids, but he wasn’t going to say anything because you and Connor were happy.

•Cynthia invited you to dinner which you reluctantly agreed to. That’s when they broke the news to Zoe. She was actually excited, she sees how you tame Connor and make him happy, so she had a feeling it would work out fine.

•You told your parents the following week, they didn’t take it well, you moved out a month later into the Murphy’s house.

•You learned the gender, turns out, you are going to have a little girl. Connor cried tears of joy, but he won’t admit that.

•Connor doesn’t leave your side for a second, no one is going to hurt you or the thing inside of your stomach. He was going to make sure of that.

•You actually got closer to Zoe in the prices of the pregnancy, and learned of the letter Connor found that Evan wrote. You took it into your own hands to set them up.

•Connor didn’t dream of leaving you or committing suicide, he couldn’t face the thought of not seeing his beautiful child that he made with you.

•Yes, you got made fun of at school for being pregnant with the school’s “freak,” baby. You really couldn’t care less, you were happy, who could ruin that. Plus, Connor punched anyone in the face who made fun of you.

•Connor would always try to comfort you while you had morning sickness. He would hold your hair, and whisper to you.

•You hated getting new clothes, you didn’t want to go shopping, but Zoe made it fun, so you didn’t mind that much.

•Connor went to every doctor appointment, that was of course, paid by the Murphy’s. He would always ask so many questions, chill man.

•You kind of felt insecure when your stomach got bigger. Connor thought it was a sign of a miracle and would always tell you that.

•Cynthia insisted to take you out for maternity pictures, she finally had something good to spend her money on, her grandchild.

•You tried your best in school but eventually had to have Evan tutor you in a few classes to make up for the classes you were missing. You got B’s and C’s, good enough.

•You decided to take a gap year after high school and let Connor go to school while you were with the baby.

•Once you graduated, you were about seven months along when you and Connor decided to move out. You wanted your own apartment, so it would be more open. Of course, it was very dangerous for you to move around a lot and carry stuff, so you got movers and Connor did most of the unpacking.

•The nursery was all set up, it was a pastel blue, like the sky, that was personally Connor’s choice. It was like the open sky.

•Then, you had the baby, late at night, around three am, but of course, everyone rushed to your side. Connor in a panic of what to do.

•Connor has never seen a more beautiful baby in his life. You named her “Emily Zoe Murphy.” The middle name after the Murphy sister.

•Connor has never loved something more, of course, he loved you just as much, but this was a creation of the both of you, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around that. He saw you as a super hero, carrying a human in yourself for months.

•You got married a year and a half after the birth of dear Emily, and had another child about 5 years after the marriage.

•Connor protected his family with his life, and he never forgot to tell you about how much he loves you.

•Cynthia loves to take the children for a day with Zoe, so they can learn about them and love on them.

•Connor has never been happier in his life then when he was with you and your children. He knew he lived up to something when he had you in his arms.

a DAMN GOOD IGNIS MOMENT.



But really, the more I watch it the more I realise it’s not only a fantastic Ignis moment, it’s a fantastic Chocobros moment in general? REALLY LONG POST AHEAD + UNFINISHED GAMEPLAY WRITING BUT THIS SCENE

Lemme start with Ignis because duh (if you’ve seen anything out of me the past two weeks, it’s probably been Ignis related). He’s been pretty passive about losing his eyesight up until this point. He calls it a minor sacrifice in the grand scheme of things. When Noctis and Gladio fight on the train, Ignis says nothing, even though part of the argument is his own injury. He only tries to stop Gladio by saying his name; Prompto is the one who tries to break it up (more in a moment. anyway not that Ignis really could break it up rn but you know) He’s been optimistic enough about it, though. “I’ll manage somehow” when you invite him into the mines. “This is considerably harder than I expected” he says about fighting. But sometimes you hear the boys say something and Iggy just sort of sighs. They’re dancing around him, and his injury, and the argument, and this scene is where it culminates.

The first time he actually says that it isn’t okay is because of their friendship hitting a low point, rather than his actual injury. But he is so, so aware of that injury and how it has the potential to drag them down. He still says “I would remain with you all. Til the very end” because these are his brothers and he damn well plans to, but that said.

This is the first time we hear Ignis raise his voice, I think. Not including battle cries and the like. Which is saying a lot because this boy is very, very calculated on his emotions. (ie later on when Prompto falls off the train, you hear the very audible difference in Noctis’s voice vs Iggy’s) He’s Crownsguard, Noctis is his king, he will do anything for him, and believes he has no reason to complain even if he has gone blind. But that’s a Big Thing. His yelling in this scene exactly “I know full well!” is finally, finally his frustration coming out and it’s triggered because of their bickering (or anti-bickering, since they aren’t really… speaking much).

He says he is willing to bow out if he starts to slow them down, which imo is like asking him to suffer a physical injury all over again (he is Crownsguard, Noctis is his king, he will do anything for him) but he still will DO IT because he won’t be a burden.

He goes on to give Noctis what, I think, is a much needed confidence boost. “A king pushes onward always, accepting the consequences and never looking back” and in the opening sentences for the next chapter, it literally uses those same words to describe Noct’s reaction to Ardyn’s trick: never looking back. (Also never looking back is exactly what Ignis is doing right now, which is why the choice to focus the camera so much on his scars in that moment is AMAZING.)

He continues with that to tell Gladio that Noct will be king and he will rule, but “only once he’s ready”. And this is SO important. Gladio’s interaction with Noct is painful at least and rage inducing at worst (more below) but not only does Noct need to hear this, Gladio does, too. They can push Noctis into that throne but he will never be able to lead until he is ready, and that involves coming to terms with some very, very heavy stuff that’s been happening. Everybody doesn’t handle grief the same way and they’re all having a hard go at it in very different ways thanks to the events of late.

So all of this makes this the DAMN GOOD IGNIS MOMENT. But it’s also really good for the rest of them, both in mentioned ways and others, but since I’m apparently waxing poetic 

Prompto, Gladio, and Noctis under the cut ↓ (note: 150% zoom for easier reading)

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anonymous asked:

i feel like today was a ; "too rough & i need some fluff"day. So could you maybe do a prompt?? The one where Stiles is colour blind and can't see Derek's Red Alpha eyes. But Derek doesn't know that so that causes sooo many misunderstandings. - just felt like i needed this today

I wrote this as fast as I could for you, nonnie (so I hope it doesn’t entirely suck). But I hope you are still up and awake to read it and that it makes you feel a little better anyway <3 *all the Sterek snuggles* 

“What do you mean I just asked him to marry me?” Stiles hisses, turning away from the seriously pissed looking werewolf.

“Dude, he flashed his eyes at you and you still approached him,” Scott says, eyes wide. “What did you think was going to happen during a pack recruitment ceremony?”

“I thought the point was to make friends!” Stiles yells, unable to help looking back at- Darren? Danny? Because in any other circumstances Stiles would be trying to convince- Darryl?- that letting Stiles climb him like a tree would be the best decision they would both ever make. Ever. “Wait, what do you mean he flashed his eyes? That doesn’t mean anything!”

“It does if he’s an Alpha.”

What.

“But Alphas have red eyes…”

“Yes.”

“But D- uh?”

“Derek,” says the- wow, Stiles really didn’t think it was possible for someone to look that pissed and blush at the same time. It’s kind of adorable, really.

Which. You know. Not helping.

“Right, Derek. Uh, thanks,” he says awkwardly, turning back to Scott. “Derek’s eyes aren’t red!”

“I’m right here you know.”

“Dude,” Scott says again, face serious as he takes hold of Stiles’ arm, turning him completely away from his apparent groom-to-be. Which is probably for the best because even though Stiles is aware he is freaking the fuck out right now, he can’t help but think Derek is kind of perfect. In a Carly Rae Jepsen crazy sort of way, maybe, but still perfect. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they-

“Look at me and tell me what colour my eyes are,” Scott says.

“What difference is that going to-” Scott’s eyes glow bright, cutting him off, and Stiles gulps.

Oh no.

“They’re a weird…beige colour?”

Scott sighs. “I knew taking that book from Deaton was a bad idea.”

Stiles frowns, realisation dawning on him a second later. Shit. The colour spell from this morning. “It was supposed to enhance my vision, not change it!” he cries. He had taken precautions, goddammit. Sure, it hadn’t been the easiest spell to start with and the book did kind of did state not to perform it alone, but Stiles had been so sure.

Well, fuck.

“Wait, does this mean you really didn’t mean to propose to me?” Derek asks then, his voice suddenly small, nervous.

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anonymous asked:

that video was so good! and so insightful! i feel like we could really take a lot on how they behave outside the cameras in certain situations. and it was so enjoyable and tense, probably one of my all time favourite videos (i can't believe i'm saying this after being so unhappy with the last videos). what did you think? any particular thoughts? i'd love to hear your opinion

yesssss. i loved this video so, so much. it was so consistently funny and so sweet in places and so refreshing to see them actually letting themselves occupy the more natural space of supporting each other and working together to complete a game as opposed to competing (which i’m sure they do as well from time to time, but whether it’s because they prefer collaborating or because they sense the audience presence more when they’re competing, the dan vs. phil videos always feel a bit more exaggerated to me, almost as though the urge to “perform” gets kicked up a notch.) there’s just absolutely no way i’m going to be able to write about every single moment that i loved in this video so instead i will attempt to just describe my biggest takeaways from it, because i really do feel the video gave us a good bit to think about in terms of the way that dnp approach problems and, most interestingly, the way that they approach problems together and deal with stress.

probably the most interesting thing to me was the discussion of phil and his ability (or lack thereof) to handle stressful and/or delicate situations. the notion that he cracks under pressure and is also very clumsy and therefore would somehow mess up regardless of which role he was playing (manual reader or actual bomb defuser) was something that both he and dan kept repeating in the start of the video. that’s interesting to me bc it means it’s something they both perceive phil as doing/being, and to me it felt like an authentic viewpoint from both of them rather than something that they were just saying for the bants. and yet, in my opinion, as the video progressed, phil was actually quite calm and orderly in his thinking, apart from a couple of moments where he got a bit flustered. i thought it was especially evident in the last round. there were double the modules and it was actually the most stressful one they did, but instead of spending any time freaking out about how complicated it looked or trying to be entertaining, phil immediately analyzed the bomb, summed up the modules they were dealing with and basically suggested they tackle it by type (wires first, then buttons, and so on.) in essence, he took control of the situation and guided both himself and dan through the most effective strategy to beat it. this reminded me a lot of the moment in the last impossible quiz video from 8:40-8:50, that i wrote about in this post, where dan is screaming about the fact they had to start over and phil waits for dan to calm down a bit, gently tries to reassure him through touch and words, and then pragmatically reiterates the strategy they should use the next time through the quiz to avoid losing. i’m not denying that there are moments of stress that may cause phil to panic or “crack,” as he put it, but if they exist, they’re definitely not in the form of these types of high-pressure games. there have been a fair number of these sorts of examples where we see that he keeps relatively calm and he finds it more important to temper dan’s moods (in that impossible quiz moment dan is screaming and like honestly possibly on the verge of a breakdown, whether real or staged. in this video dan’s a lot chiller but still had moments where he dealt w the pressure, especially of the countdown, by screaming or yelling, to which phil almost always responded by laughing, calmly reiterating what he was saying, or reminding him to focus.)

to be fair, dan was quite methodical in his thinking throughout most of the video as well, especially in the role of the manual reader. he kept a v level head for most of it. i thought one of the most interesting and noteworthy things from his end was the clear pride that he demonstrated both in phil and in the way they’re able to work together so well. the first time this stood out to me was after phil’s first go at reading the manual. dan completely turns in his seat to look at phil full on and tell him that he basically rescinds his criticisms/doubts from before and that he (phil) did a great job. it’s such a moment of genuine warmth between them, possibly not even meant to be included in the final cut of the video, where dan feels the need to point out to phil that both of them expected he would be bad at this but that, look, he’s smart and good and capable and did so, so well!! phil, for his part, looks genuinely thrilled at hearing that from dan. and then of course there’s the moment at the end that so many ppl have giffed and mentioned. dan doesn’t let them end the video without pointing out that much of the audience probably expected a lot of chaos and silliness from them when they tackled a more mentally challenging game like this, but that they defied those expectations because, hey, they are actually smart and also, too important for him to omit in that moment, they have a psychic connection. their success isn’t just a result of their individual cleverness or nerdy upbringings, but equally a result of the way in which they are so good at communicating and collaborating to tackle a problem together.

to that end, this game is fascinating in the way that it forces each person in the duo to limit their capacity, and completely trust their partner to compensate for it. if i’d had time to think about that before the video was underway i would’ve fully expected both of them, but dan especially, to maybe have issues with it. i would’ve expected dan to crack in frustration at not understanding what phil meant at first when describing a symbol and to then give up and turn to check the screen himself. i would’ve expected phil to maybe get annoyed at dan’s slow/methodical questioning and at the very least express frustration that he couldn’t read the manual himself. but instead they just completely trusted and leaned into each other (both figuratively and literally lol—i loved the bit when dan was like ‘they look like two k’s back to back’ and then literally leaned on phil to demonstrate).  there was very little impatience between them (apart from some playful teasing) or criticism of the way they were doing their respective jobs. they just totally relied upon each other to take on their own set of responsibilities and communicated/listened to each other so well. even though overall i don’t think it was like the best demonstration of their so-called psychic connection that we’ve ever seen, it was perhaps one of the best examples of that connection being tested under pressure. under those circumstances it was lovely to see them go back to the basics of a strong partnership: solid communication and listening skills. i mean, we didn’t really need confirmation that they have those and that they comprise the foundation of their whole relationship, but it was lovely to see it play out this way.

the last thing i want to point out is that even when they’re facing stress and pressure their default is to try and bring out the humor in the situation and make each other laugh. i talk about this so much with them but like, idrc, bc to me it’s one of the best things about the way they interact and work with each other. they both find each other so endearing and hilarious and i was so happy about the number of times they’d make each other giggle and tease each other and wind each other up even in a scenario that was meant to be stressful. i just feel like it’s def representative of how they dilute actual stressful or anxiety-inducing situations in real life and act as each other’s safety nets/security blankets.

other great bits: 

  • dan’s haru shirt. he’s so proud of it. phil definitely loves it too and loved pointing out that it’s ‘so inappropriate.’ he was barely containing a smile. bless. also phil looks amazing in black i’m going to faint. 
  • dan bringing that bit of irl backstory with the lil detail about how they like to do puzzle rooms for birthdays. i know for the most dedicated of us viewers that’s a known thing bc they’ve talked about it in live shows frequently but it was lovely to see dan mention in it in front of the 2.6M+ dapg audience who probs do not know that, and acknowledge in such a casual way that he and phil share this tradition (just another way to show that they really do share a life outside of what they show on the gaming channel)
  • them taking a second to comment and weird out a bit about how different they look when they switch sides. it really was disorienting for a second. 
  • it was immediately obvious to me that dan was stalling on purpose at the very end when he took so much time w that last set of symbols. but in the moment i assumed he was doing it to wind US up and make the video more dramatic. it was so funny to see that he was in actuality trying to wind phil up (though i’m almost certain phil must’ve assumed dan was stalling on purpose too which is why he immediately shoves dan and scolds him for being so slow).

maybe bc of all of this lovely teamwork and warmth between them, i mostly found this video a joy to watch and not in the least stressful or nerve-racking. it’s definitely one of my fav dapg videos ever and i really, really hope we get to see them do it again with even harder levels. their depth of knowledge of each other and trust in each other is just so amazing to watch and i love that they know that this is what this game is about and they not only want to share it with us but are also pretty openly celebrating it themselves :’) 

(keep talking and nobody explodes)

how i write fan fiction
  • Come up with basic idea / trope / characters
  • Try to outline, get about 25% of the way and get bored and anxious to start
  • Start writing
  • Come up with incredibly detailed back story that’s super amazing, but never makes it into the fic at all.
  • About halfway through the little bit of plot that i’ve outlined, veer off in a different direction. it’s ok it’s organic, it’s cool
  • Add veer / tangent to outline even though it’s already been written
  • Adjust nonexistent outline and add another random plot point
  • Write whatever comes to mind, i’ll make it work, it’s fiiiiiiiiine
  • Realize that i need to research something. Research the fuck out of it. Make notes. REALISM.
  • Write. Check outline.
  • Scrap realism. It’s fan fiction and no one cares how to properly _______ (rewire a lamp, birth a baby, bake a cake, etc)
  • Get scared it’s going nowhere, freak out, attempt to outline again, come up with another 3-4 shaky plot points, panic, consider abandoning fic
  • Get stroke of inspiration, write nonstop for hours, stay up late (sleep is for the weak!), skip over all outlined plot points and write random new shit as it pops up in my mind
  • See a word or a picture or someone says something in passing and add 2 more important plot points, but now it’s just a list that i’m sort of checking off when i remember to
  • Finally have a basic idea in my head of where the story is going and how it’s going to get there and how it’s going to end. But don’t write it down or try to outline it because it won’t make sense.
  • Keep writing.
  • Go back to outline and read over it and go OMG I FORGOT I NEED TO WRITE X,Y,Z
  • Add everything that’s been floating around in my head to outline, but not in any particular order
  • Add ending to outline
  • Write
  • Check outline / list, move ideas around, write scenes around plot points, but go off on a tangent about something I had no idea the characters were going to ever do ever
  • Realize the ending isn’t how I want to end it, change it
  • Write
  • Omg how could i forget / not think of LMNOP add them to list of shit to cross off eventually (formerly known as outline)
  • Decide ending sucks as an ending and should actually be changed slightly and become another plot point, but make it angsty
  • Come up with new ending
  • Panic that every single thing I’ve written has been done before and not only that but it’s either been done recently or by one of the most popular writers in the fandom and i’ve probably read the fic a dozen times but right now i can’t remember it and i don’t know if i’m imagining it or not
  • Keep panicking but say fuck it because i know that at least a, b, and c are different about my fic for sure because i’d remember them all in combo with the thing i’m worried i might be stealing from a classic fic
  • Consider reading every single fic in the fandom to be sure i’m not stealing all of my ideas
  • Say fuck it. Come at me bro.
  • Keep writing.
  • Eventually cross everything off the list except for 3 things that had seemed really important at the time but now don’t fit in at all with the story
  • Rework the ending 3 more times
  • Decide I’m finished even though i’m like 99.99% sure i should go back and add/change/edit/fix/rearrange but say fuck it and send it to my beta
  • Freak out while my beta reads it
  • Follow beta down the doc as she makes suggestions
  • Close doc because i’m paranoid she hates it when her cursor doesn’t move and she doesn’t add any comments for a while even though i know she has a LIFE and could be working or spending time with her family or peeing or cooking or SLEEPING FFS CHILL OUT
  • Open doc 12 hours later and find that beta has gone through like 20 pages
  • Continue in this manner until entire fic is betaed and edited and ready to post
  • Post fic
  • Read fic on ao3
  • Find 84 spelling and punctuation errors that WERE NOT THERE BEFORE I SWEAR
  • Start over with the next fic

alberto-rozende  asked:

prompt: after the sword accident simon is worried about raphael and he starts to freak out because "he can't be dead. he just... cant."

I wrote another post 2x10 saphael fic here 


“he can’t be dead. he just… can’t.” Simon though as he walked from room to room at the institute, no Raphael insight.

“he can’t be dead. he just… can’t.” Simon hoped as the sun peeked in the distance and the rays flooded into the center of the institute where the bodies of the werewolves and seelies laid.

“he can’t be dead. he just… can’t.” Simon repeated as he sorted through the bodies of the fall vampires, the bodies of his family members. Faces he recognized from passing through the halls, friends he’d made, Mary that had shared her blood popsicle with him, Edgar and Ellen the twins that had thought him throw knives at moving objects. Names and faces and memories made him ache along with his uncertainty.

“he can’t be dead. he just… can’t.” He tells Clary when she comes looking for him. “Drink” she offers a thermos and Simon pushed it away. She’s concerned and rightfully so, “go, go be a kickass shadowhunter” Simon kisses Clary’s cheek.

“he can’t be dead. he just… can’t.” Simon sobs into Magnus’ shoulder. The warlock hesitantly places an arm on Simon’s back, his voice cracking as he reassured Simon “let me take you home” he said but Simon’s feet felt glued to the ground, the fear of going to the DuMort and not seeing Raphael anchored him down.

“Please” he whispered to the dying sun, “please bring him back to me” Simon silently begged, his head bowed as the last of the orange glow disappeared from the sky.

They had fought the day before, Raphael wanted to kill Clary “it’s what’s best for the downworlders” but Simon insisted on helping Clary. He wished he’s chosen someone else over Clary, just this once he wished he didn’t up her before himself.

“Simon” his voice sounded like a dream, distant be vividly real all at the same time. “Simon”

“Raphael” Simon breathed out and opened his eyes. “Raphael” he blinked startled.

“thank god, you’re alive”

“I thought I lost you” Their words overlapped as Simon stumbled to his feet, his arms wrapping around Raphael’s neck.

Raphael’s hands circled around Simon’s waist, holding him close.

“How? I saw you coming in with the others” Simon’s questioned was muffled by Raphael’s suit jacket.

“I did, but I was lucky to realize what was happening and get out just in time, you were so far away, I wanted to get you out but you were so far away” Raphael answered “how did you?”

“It’s a long story, but I have all the time in the world to tell it to you” Simon smiled and kissed Raphael’s cheek “let’s go home please”

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I really love your work, esp D:M. Can't believe it took me /this/ long to find it. Anyway, are you taking requests? (I really hope you are *creys*) I'd really like to know the reactions of the Miracle Boyfriend Club to Hinata (and maybe Kags too /shot). Maybe he can demo his ability on them? (lol) Bonus points if the Miracles get jelly *evil cackle* (yup i'll just let myself out) (ps: bless you author-san srsly; more power to you!!! ^^)

“Is anyone else a little freaked out by how easy that was?” Takao ventures.

“It is a little bit of a deus ex machina,” Himuro admits.

“Right,” Kagami says, “It’s like, Kuroko always says he doesn’t give up on a game because you never know what’ll happen, yeah? Like, a meteor might come and strike down the rest of the team before the game is over. I feel like that was a little bit like a meteor.”

Everyone momentarily pauses, impressed Kagami knew what a deus ex machina was.

Takao nods thoughtfully. “I mean, I didn’t even have to dress up like a hooker this time.”

“What?” Kasamatsu asks.

“Nothing,” Takao says. Kasamatsu, he realizes, was the only one here who didn’t see Takao in his hooker outfit and it’s probably for the best. Takao wants Kasamatsu to like him.

The boyfriends (or soon to be boyfriends, Takao thinks, since if Kagami’s not there yet there’s no way he won’t be soon. That video conference in the morning distinctly looked like they’d been sharing a bed) are huddled together marveling quietly at the abrupt appearance of Orange. Hinata Shouyou. Volleyball players in general, really. Like they’d all just needed a second to re-group because of this sudden and fortuitous turn of events. “Man, I can’t believe another one exists.”

“I know!” Himuro says. “And he’s so adorable and tiny. I want to put him in my pocket.”

“Don’t be patronizing,” Kasamatsu chides.

“He could probably still kill you,” Takao feels the need to point out. Although he gets where Himuro is coming from. Hinata is currently standing next to Murasakibara and it’s making a rather hilarious contrast.

“Quiet,” Kasamatsu reprimands sharply, and Takao grimaces. He very much doubts anyone can hear them, but given what they just narrowly escaped from, it is probably best not to press their luck.

“Sorry, sorry,” Takao says. He eyes Kagami, wondering how he’s doing from this sudden reappearance. Takao doesn’t know a whole lot about Orange, but Midorima had told him that he’d been close to Kuroko. As much as he’s glad that someone nice from Teiko actually survived, Takao can’t help feeling (guiltily) a little relieved that it’s not someone Midorima had a special bond with—he’s not sure he could compete with what it sounds like Hinata and Kuroko had. “How are you feeling about this?” he ventures, since Kagami is a friend, sorta.

“Jealous as hell,” Kagami says. And Takao has to blink, because he can’t believe Kagami just flat out said it like that. Then Kagami continues with, “I mean, he can fly.

“He can jump,” Himuro corrects, sounding amused.

“Really high!”

“Dude, you jump really high,” Takao says, still moderately baffled.

“Not like that! Man, I wouldn’t’ve wanted any of their other powers, but flight, come on.”

“Really? That’s the ability you’d want the most?” Himuro asks.

“Of course! Who wouldn’t?”

Takao shakes his head, thinking all things considered, Kuroko is probably better off that Kagami has a very simple point of view. He moves away then, because the volleyball players are just sticking with the volleyball players and the basketball with the basketball folk, and that can’t continue. There’s all these players together, and a convenient basketball court, and clearly some bonding needs to happen and Takao’s going to make sure that it does.



A/N: Dear first anon-friend, my sincerest apologies for how late this is! It is one of the oldest prompts in my inbox. (I am trying to make the effort to respond to the oldest of things). It’s not quite what you asked for, but I figured the JSDF gathering immediately after the Special Diet was the best bet to have the Miracle Boyfriends discuss Hinata, so I hope you enjoyed!! (Actually, I just hope that you see it, I feel super bad for how late this is… you might have given up… I’m so sorry…)

Second anon-friend, you actually submitted this today so it has not been as long of a wait for you and I was super pleased when I saw it had the response of, “hey, that’s the prompt I’m posting today!! Huzzah!! Timely response for at least one person…” Hope you also enjoyed =D

Voyage, Pt. 1

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Five years, four friends, three lovers still stuck in the past, two love stories, one ship hundreds of miles away from shore, all set on a voyage that would change their lives from here on out.

Characters: Taehyung, Jimin, (she/her) Reader

Tags: Romance, slice of life, mild angst

Notes: After a terribly long wait, I humbly present my second project: ‘Voyage’! This mini serial is based on my First Love Commemoration Series, and will follow, in more depth, the stories of Taehyung and Jimin and their respective first loves. The serial will be about 3-4 parts long, perhaps five if I’m feeling wordy. With no further ado, please enjoy the first segment of this voyage of a lifetime!

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Afterthoughts

          You had hit many milestones in your twenty-four years of life—your first friendship, your first falling out, your first time attending a concert of your favourite band, your first time crying over celebrities who had no idea who you were, your high school entrance ceremony, your first boyfriend and your first break-up, graduation, attending college away from home, experiencing dorm life for the first time, making your first steps towards a career you had no idea if was right for you.  

          Twenty-four years was no small amount of time, but it had felt so short, so fleeting, you blink your eyes and suddenly foot races down school corridors to get a good spot in the lunch queue had felt like eons ago. Even at graduation, the reality of leaving your teenage years behind had not hit you—you hugged friends goodbye, thanked teachers for their guidance, took a tour of the building you spent the most beautiful years of your youth in—and you had left it all behind. In those instances it hadn’t felt so heavy, so irreversible, but when you moved into your dorm and lost yourself on campus trying to get to class, you had realised how small you were, and how gargantuan the world was.

          Adulthood. Four years into college, into your twenties, and that word still sat on your tongue like a clump of wet sand. You’d loll it around, stuff it into the pocket of your cheeks and work around it, but it was always there. You wondered when you would grow to fit the shoes you had haphazardly worn and sprinted in for the past four years, wondered if the transition would happen like a car collision—jarring, instantaneous—or if you’d slip into it unknowingly like a daydream. 

          Then one day you received an email class, and you had faded away from the lecture hall, away from the hubbub of classroom noises and your professor’s lecture on abnormal psychology, and you had found yourself standing at the foot of a very long, long flight of stairs.

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I Wondered If I Had Already Taken the Finetta Lovechild Fic Too Far, and Thus Did Not Post This I Had It Done Three Months Ago and Then I Saw a Heartwarming Fanart That Whispered “Post It” In My Ear Like Dark Kermit

The fanart is here, not that I think anyone who loves Finetta needs an introduction, ya’ll have all gushed about it too because it’s gorgeous they even drew the babby’s hair like I headcannoned omg. 

So yeah, this is a big ole timeskip sequel to this one here.  If you don’t like OC OTP lovechild fic, neither one is probably your thing.  But if you’re down for reading my take on the sweet babbu of Fine and Izetta all grown up, read on.

This one is, again, a huge timeskip.  Like a twenty+ year timeskip.  Written from the perspective of Franziska’s fiancee (bear with me).  You probably don’t have to read the first one to understand this one.

So yeah here you go.

P.S.: @daily-nicotine , I can’t even lie that I wrote a lot of this one with you in mind because your love for the first installment warms me heart and you should never have let me know that because I will never stop now that I know I have at least one person who will entertain my unfocused fandom rambling.


When Eva Berkman tries introducing Franziska to her grandmother it goes…less than stellar.

She doesn’t like that she’s a woman, really doesn’t like that she’s Elystadtian, disapproves heartily that she’s very clearly a bit tomboyish, thinks she keeps her hair too long, and very much dislikes that she’s a bit cagey when asked about her family.

She thinks the red hair and oddly matching eyes aren’t quite godly either. She hisses at her “she looks like a witch!” in a rare moment she gets her alone.

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First Born 9x11: Or the one where Robbie became the biggest Destiel shipper ever

“First Born” gave us a dose of Castiel that should (never) be enough to keep us alive for the coming 5 weeks without him (hoping Misha is indeed in 9x14 “Captives”, an episode written by Rob Berens, who gave us “Heaven Can’t Wait”). By this point, I hope that everybody who reads my reviews (meta?) knows that I always focus on Destiel, so any further discussion on the myth arc is not happening here.

Team Free Will were not together in this episode, but we got very gratifying moments between Dean & Crowley and Sam & Cas. Most importantly, we even got Destiel moments even though Dean and Cas were apart from each other. In fact, the first thing I have to say about this episode is ROBBIE, YOU’RE A FREAKING GENIUS! In my mind, Robbie Thompson has confirmed his position as a Destiel shipper, and he has done it in the most elegant way possible. But let’s discuss this more thoroughly.

I don’t really know if I should bring this up, but I guess I’ll try because some people always find a way to scream “no homo” to their screens. The scene at the bar? Dean glancing at the waitress? Please, don’t say it was the “no homo” part of the episode! The waitress was flirting. Dean just glanced at her the way even I would glance at any man or woman who smiled at me and gave me the once-over in such an obvious flirting way. Why was the person flirting with him not a male? Because… reasons!! There’s a time and place for everything and this episode was not for addressing something of the sort. I think we (Destiel shippers) agree that Dean is bisexual, right? So let’s not be hypocrites and scream “no homo” every time Dean interacts with/smiles at/glances at a woman. Being bisexual is not about being 50/50. You should memorize that and remember it every time you see Dean and Cas interact with females. If you are one of those who are always complaining about it (been there, done that), then you should read a little more about bisexuality because I’m afraid you don’t know the term as well as you thought. You think the glance was unnecessary? Maybe you’re right. But if it was there, there must be a reason, so instead of freaking out, try to ask yourself why they thought they needed that in the scene. My personal answer (and it’s ok if you don’t agree) is that Dean’s self-esteem is at the lowest point you could ever imagine. When you’re like that, when you think so little of yourself, you crave other people’s attention. You want to feel valued, loved, appreciated, and you look for that in all the wrong places. When you don’t love yourself, it’s easy to be promiscuous and pretend to enjoy it. Unfortunately, that only makes you feel emptier afterward. At his lowest points, Dean always finds comfort in sex because he knows what to do around ladies to make them want him, but that’s just proof of how much he objectifies himself and how little he thinks he deserves to be wanted for who he is not for what he does. I can assure you that if Crowley hadn’t showed up, Dean would have hooked up with that waitress and it would have been just another meaningless one night stand. Even Crowley noticed this evidence of Dean’s self-denigration. (“This bar is a bust. That waitress is trouble with a capital VD”). And I’m sure Robbie wrote those lines to make sure the audience noticed too. That being said, “it’s time to move on to more pressing matters” (see what I did there? Lol)

Meanwhile, Castiel is staying at the Bunker with Sam and OMG ROBBIE, that sandwich! The conversation about PB&J. That was so brilliant that I really need to apologize in advance for overwhelming you with all my Destiel feels.

Castiel: When I was human, I had to eat constantly. It was kind of annoying.

Sam: Yeah, a lot of human things are pretty annoying.

Castiel: But, I enjoyed the taste of food, particularly peanut butter and grape jelly, not jam, jam I found unsettling.

Sam: So, what? Now you can’t taste PB&J?

Castiel: No, I… taste every molecule.

Sam: Not some of its parts, uh?

Castiel: It’s overwhelming. It’s disgusting. I miss you PB&J.

Castiel is an angel now and he’s eating, which tells us that it’s possible for him to do it even though he doesn’t need it. However, the experience was very different when he was human. He felt things he hadn’t felt before, and he enjoyed them, though he sometimes thought the urge (to eat) was annoying. He learned to make distinctions between the things he liked and didn’t like. But now that he’s an angel again, he can tell that what he feels in the same circumstances is different because he has something to compare it to. Now he knows that being an angel gives him an infinite understanding of things in such a broad way that he cannot really enjoy it the way he used to when he was human. And you know what? He misses that. He misses what he felt when he was human. He misses PB&J although we all know that Robbie wrote those lines that took one whole minute to tell us something more about Cas, something that has nothing to do with food and everything to do with Cas’ feelings (of regret, guilt, empathy, friendship, love). Why is this important for Destiel? I think it’s obvious. Cas was created to love (God, his brothers and sisters, humans) and he had a huge understanding of what love was supposed to be, but he had never REALLY experienced it, embraced it, or even enjoyed it. We all know that Cas loves Dean, very much, but did Cas know that there are different types of love? What did he feel when he was human? Maybe pain in 9x03 when Dean kicked him out of the Bunker? Confusion, frustration, anger and sadness in 9x06 where Dean was involved? Pain again in 9x09 when Dean sent him away once more? What did Cas learn from his experience as human? What did Cas learn about his feelings for Dean? Did what happened with/to Dean affect him as much as anything that happened with/to Sam or with/to the other angels? What did he learn from his experience with April? Did he ever feel like being intimate with someone else the way his body knew how to do when April initiated intimacy? No wonder why Cas thought some urges/needs were annoying! My point is that there is a question we haven’t been given the answer yet, simply because Cas DIDN’T KNOW THE ANSWER. (8X17)

Dean: What broke the connection?

Castiel: I don’t know.

Do I really have to remind you that Robbie Thompson wrote 8x17? I think that now Cas is getting closer to understanding the answer that we have known all along. Yes, that answer we all (even casual viewers) screamed at our screens the night 8x17 aired.

YOU, DEAN!! YOU!!!

Dean was the one who broke the connection. The love Cas feels for Dean is what broke the connection. But what kind of love is it? Robbie clearly gave us the answer in 9x04. Platonic love cannot overcome mind control (Haggerty couldn’t save his friend Jerkins). Familial love cannot overcome mind control (Charlie couldn’t save Dean –and we all know she’s like his little sister). So… what kind of love is powerful enough to overcome mind control? ROMANTIC LOVE! (That’s a trope, in case you didn’t know). By the way, who wrote 9x04? OH YES, ROBBIE FUCKING-AWESOME THOMPSON! Do you see why I think Robbie is an elegant Destiel shipper through and through? But that’s not all. We’re still missing some important things. So let’s continue.

How many times did Cas mention Dean’s name? Seriously, what the hell? The moment he noticed something odd in Sam, the first thing he said was “Maybe we should call Dean”. Then he voluntarily brought Dean up to Sam to try to defend him and fix things between the brothers.

Castiel: Sam, the trials… you chose not to go through with them for a reason, didn’t you? You chose to live rather than to sacrifice yourself. You and Dean, you chose each other.

Sam: Yeah, I did. We did. And then… Dean made the choice for me.

Castiel: What Dean did…

Sam: It doesn’t matter what Dean did. Look, I could have put a stop to all of this, Cas, I could have closed the gates of hell…

Castiel: No, Sam…

Sam: Dean’s gone, ok? This is on me now and if I can find Gadreel, I can fix this.

When Sam said “Dean’s gone”, I kind of expected Castiel to pout, like a teenager who’s been told by their parents that they can’t have their boyfriend come over.

Also, I can’t help but notice the way Cas phrased his question to Sam: “Why must the Winchesters run toward death?” He didn’t say “Why must YOU run toward death?” He was talking to Sam and had Sam’s life in his hands, but he was also thinking about Dean. Apparently, Cas can’t get Dean out of his mind. Later on, Cas looked at the PB&J sandwich and what it represents and decided that nothing was worth losing Sam. The way Cas healed Sam was not very gentle. We could even hear the thump when Sam’s head hit the chair. When I rewatched the episode, I couldn’t help laughing because all I could think was “Cas is tired of your bullshit, you stubborn son of a bitch.” Then we had this:

Castiel: Being human didn’t just change my view of food. It changed my view of you. I mean, I can relate now to how you feel.

Sam: What are you talking about?

Castiel: The only person who has screwed things up more consistently than you is me. And now I know what that guilt feels like. And I know what it means to feel sorry, Sam. I am sorry.

Sam: I know.

Castiel: You know, old me, I would have just kept going. I would have jammed that needle in deeper until you died because the ends always justified the means. But what I went through, that PB&J taught me that angels can change, so… who knows? Maybe Winchesters can, too.

That speech was BEAUTIFUL for so many reasons. Beautiful because Sam needed to hear such words (considering his self-worth is very low, too, poor baby). Beautiful because in the end, Cas got to show Sam (and us) that there’s still hope for the Winchester brothers and that they can get rid of their freaking codependency (they can still change). Beautiful because it shows us huge character development for Castiel. How can people be upset because they say Cas was OOC? That was the point!! This is a new Cas. Old cas would have just killed Sam. Cas said it himself! Beautiful because it shows us that even though Cas felt sorry and guilty in the past (seasons 7 and 8), he now understands that he didn’t know what it really meant to feel that way. And that, my friends, is true for all the feelings Cas experienced while human. (Yes!! Love included!!).

And last but not least, the Cain-Abel-Colette and Dean-Sam-Castiel parallels. Please, don’t insult Robbie’s intelligence by saying there are no parallels after I have proved to you how Robbie connected 8x17 and 9x04 to 9x11 (episodes that HE wrote). Robbie is a brilliant man and if we ever doubted how much he ships Destiel, I think we can put away those doubts.

I think we all saw Robbie’s tweet. Now that we have seen 9x11, can someone tell me what 5x13, 6x20 and 9x11 have in common?  

Some people made the connection pretty fast, (X) but I’m sure no one actually expected to hear the line so blatantly obvious.

Cain: I’ve tried, I’ve tried, Colette, to see myself as you did. But I know who I am, and what I am. I know YOU WATCH OVER ME still, but I need you to look away now.

Cain actually prayed to Colette, with the same faith we’ve seen Dean pray to Cas. And what he said before this prayer is an accurate description of Cas in Dean’s life.

Cain: She knew who I was, what I was. She loved me unconditionally. She forgave me.

If 9x10 and 9x11 have showed us something is how unconditionally Cas loves Dean, how ready he is to forgive Dean (even when Dean can’t forgive himself). Cas knows Dean; he even saw Dean in hell when Dean was torturing souls. Cas has seen the darkest parts of Dean’s soul and he still sees Dean differently, as worthy of salvation, redemption, and love –though Dean can’t see himself that way yet. Casual viewers may not remember all this. Casual viewers may not even know all this because maybe they haven’t watched previous seasons (but they must have watched the previous episode). What I really want to emphasize here is that the fandom does know all this. And Robbie pointed us in the direction of the episodes he wanted THE FANDOM to remember. ROBBIE THOMPSON, SERIOUSLY, CAN I MARRY YOU?

The last minutes of this marvelous episode gave us THE HUG. Sam and Cas! Wow! That was sooooo good! I think I can still hear the “just da brothers” fans moaning and grunting in the distance. All the people who think Sam doesn’t like Cas or vice versa, all the people who think Destiel shippers hate Sam… let me revel in my tears of joy. THE HUG will be one of the most memorable moments of the show, IMHO. (Now let’s just hope Cas has the chance to show Dean that he learned how to give a hug properly). By the way, poor Cas wanted to bring Dean up in the conversation until the very end of the episode.

Castiel: You know Sam, we could use all the help we could get to find Gadreel and Metatron.

If season 8 showed us clearly how much Dean wanted Cas to stay with them, season 9 is showing us how much Cas wants Dean to be with them. Meanwhile, I’m just gonna drown in my own feels over these two idjits.

To end this incredibly long meta (I’m not sure if it’s meta, but at least I try), I’ll attempt to share my peace of mind with you, guys. Some people are worried because Cain had to kill Abel to save his soul and accidentally killed Colette when trying to kill Abaddon. They think this means Dean will have to kill Sam to save him and will accidentally kill Cas. Killing Cas off would be a dick move and they know it. I’m gonna play the Misha card here, but no one in their right mind would kill Cas off and risk a gigantic drop in ratings. Besides, I firmly believe that the end-game for our three boys will be a happy one. We already know what Sam wants (a wife and his apple pie life) and that’s gonna be his end-game. We’re starting to realize what Cas wants (because he’s finally discovering it himself) and that’s gonna be his end-game (saving people, hunting things, being human, staying with Dean). Now we just need Dean to get rid of the poison he has inside (codependency) so he finally stops hating himself and discovers what he really wants (somewhere along the lines of saving people, hunting things, having a healthy relationship with his brother, and staying with Cas –“Nobody wants him here more than I do”) and that’s gonna be his end-game. For this to be true, the three of them need to STAY ALIVE! So, NOPE, I’m not worried about the boys dying, but I’m aware that we’re gonna suffer A LOT because shit is gonna get more serious in the rest of season 9 and it’s gonna get even worse in season 10.

“There’s always something with you boys, isn’t there??!!“ We better be ready!

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Au where they meet on a long busy train ride but only because Charles gives up his seat to Erik when he sees that he's clutching a tiny infant to his chest and with no where else to go Charles sits on the floor next to Erik's seat (he can't move to get anywhere else) and Erik's baby just won't stop crying (maybe it's Lorna and the screech of the metal upsets her instead of soothes) and Charles can feel her distress and coos at her to try soothe her and him and Erik talk and talk and talk

hfgdjaskdhghfsjdk it’s TOO cute.

Erik never expected to get a seat on the train, but miraculously, a young man in a coveted end seat stands up and he’s so grateful he barely even looks at the man’s face as he sits down. Lorna is strapped to his chest and he was hoping that would comfort her, but it doesn’t seem to be working at all. In fact, she’s wailing even louder than before, completely overwhelmed by all the metal moving around her. He takes her out of the carrier and sets her in his lap, trying to bounce her on his knees since this makes her happy at home, but she just keeps screaming. Everyone around him is giving him the evil eye, and he wants to tell them to fuck off, but he’s honestly still a bit mortified.

This is when he notices the man who gave up his seat crouching down so that he’s at Lorna’s level, steadying himself on the wall with one hand. Lorna quiets a bit, confused by this stranger’s face, and both Erik and Lorna study him carefully. Everything about him is rather ridiculous – ridiculously blue eyes, ridiculously red lips, and a ridiculously stuffy cardigan – but he’s gorgeous. With the hand he’s not using to balance, he begins to play peek-a-boo with Lorna, hiding his face and then revealing it with a charming smile. Lorna’s still sniffling, but now she’s watching him rather intensely.

The train pulls to a stop and the rush of people leaving and pushing on upsets her again and she starts wailing. The man frowns. 

“Thanks for trying,” Erik says, rather charmed despite himself. If he wasn’t a mess with a sobbing baby on busy public transit, he probably would have asked this guy out. 

“Her powers make trains overwhelming,” Mr. Ridiculous says, straightening up.

“How did you–?” Erik starts, but Mr. Ridiculous is already tapping his temple in the universal sign of telepathy. “Ah, a telepath.”

“Yes.” The train starts moving again, and Lorna’s crying further intensifies. Erik is getting outright glares. 

“Shut her up!” a man yells from down the train car, and Erik tenses, vibrating like a live wire. 

Mr. Ridiculous clears his throat. “I could, uh, help if you’d like.” He waggles his fingers by his head. “I could shield her. If you’re worried about what it might feel like, I can do it to you first.”

Erik blinks up at Mr. Ridiculous, once again finding him downright ridiculous. Who offers to help a stranger on public transportation, much less asks if it’s okay to enter their minds?

Mr. Ridiculous bites his lip, looking stung, and Erik realizes he must have caught that thought. He rushes to say, “I’m familiar with telepaths, and honestly, last time we were on the train, she cried herself hoarse. I could use the help.”

Mr. Ridiculous smiles that sweet smile again. “In that case…” He kneels back down, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he brings a finger to his temple. Erik feels it the moment it begins, a warm, comforting presence right on the inside of his thoughts and then the feel of the metal around them dampens to a hushed murmur. Lorna stills, looking around in a bit of confusion and glancing up at Erik. 

“Is that better?” Erik asks her. She doesn’t answer, of course, and instead turns her wide, curious eyes on Mr. Ridiculous who drops his hand from his temple but is still a calming presence on the edge of their thoughts. 

“Thank you,” Erik says to him. “We get off in three stops, so if it’s possible… I mean, I don’t want you to miss your stop, of course.”

Mr. Ridiculous smiles a bit wryly. “My stop was actually the last one.”

“Oh,” Erik says dumbly.

“And by the way, my name is Charles, not Mr. Ridiculous.”

Now Erik’s the one feeling a bit ridiculous. “I’m Erik and this is my daughter Lorna,” he says, and damn, Mr. Ridi– no, Charles– is gorgeous so he can’t help but add, “Whose mother is very much a good friend but not at all a romantic interest. We, uh, had a bit of a happy accident.”

Charles just laughs, not a bit of judgment in his demeanor, but Erik feels foolish anyway. Could he sound anymore desperate? And then Erik remembers Charles is a telepath who is currently in his mind and freaks out all over again. 

Is he listening to this right now? I bet he thinks I’m a wreck. I mean I’m sitting here with a screaming infant on my lap while trying to hit on him when he’s just trying to help. He even missed his stop! Stop thinking with your dick, Lehnsherr!

Charles frowns. “Erik, you are aware that I missed my stop precisely because I wanted to talk to you, right? Well, to help Lorna too, of course, but I’ll admit my motives weren’t exactly pure.”

Erik doesn’t think he’s ever met anyone as straightforward as Charles – well besides himself – but Charles is putting him to shame right now. Determined to change that, he says, “What are you doing on Saturday night?”

Charles pulls a cellphone from his pocket, and Erik assumes he’s checking his calendar until he says, “I just cancelled my Saturday night plans, so nothing.”

Erik is speechless again as Lorna wriggles on his lap, still quiet but obviously not pleased. “Uh, go out with me?”

Charles smiles that ridiculous smile again. “I thought you’d never ask.”

anonymous asked:

I can't stop thinking about how would mikasa and Levi's relationship be different if they'd met in a different situation. I'd like to imagine that they'd get along or something. How do you think their relationship would be like?

If they met under better circumstances, it’s very likely their relationship would’ve taken an entirely different route, but I personally like how Mikasa’s first impression of Levi wasn’t perfect. Levi is often painted as a flawless and admirable soldier, but we all know this interpretation of Levi is incorrect. As Petra said, it’s not uncommon for people to be disappointed when they get to know the real Levi:

Mikasa might’ve learned this the hard way. I believe she admired him before she actually met him since he was the epitome of a strong hero; he had the prowess and admirable qualities she wished to gain for the sake of her friends (of course she was strong from the get-go, but as a rookie she knew Levi obviously had more experience than her). This is subtly proven by Mikasa’s reaction to seeing/hearing about him here:

To me, Mikasa doesn’t seem like the type of person who’s easily impressed, but I think she was when she saw Levi prior to the trial.

If Levi never made a bad impression on Mikasa, their relationship would have less drama and perhaps they would’ve gotten along better, but I have a hard time imagining that because Mikasa, along with the other cadets, needed to learn that the real Levi wasn’t some gallant white knight incapable of wrongdoing. They couldn’t keep that fantasy image of him in their heads forever, so even though Levi’s actions at the trial complicated Mikasa’s relationship with Levi, it was very necessary.  

In my opinion, their bumpy start made their relationship much more interesting and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Levi and Mikasa are a perfect example of drastic relationship development. Mikasa went from seething in rage at the sight of him to kindly asking about his physical condition; from despising him for what he did to Eren to trusting him fully with his plans regarding Eren. These gestures wouldn’t mean as much if their relationship was perfect from the beginning.   

The complications in the relationship made their bond stronger in the long run, and I think they both learned valuable lessons as a result. Mikasa learned to accept Levi’s flaws–this is probably why she didn’t freak out when Levi broke up Eren and Jean’s fight. She knows that’s just how he is–she accepted that side of him and she doesn’t let that affect her relationship with him anymore.

And Levi acknowledges her flaws too. He knows she’s impulsive when it comes to Eren and on a few occasions he had pointed that out to her. I think Mikasa took his words to heart, and she also learned the consequences of her recklessness when Levi got injured. Since then, Mikasa became more level-headed and she doesn’t let her emotions get the better of her. I truly believe this new mindset of hers was a result of Levi encouraging her to control her emotions:

I think, thanks to Levi, Mikasa learned to rely on others more and think without emotions attached. For example, Mikasa decided to help Historia first in the cave and trusted Levi and her comrades enough to assist Eren without her. I could be wrong but I don’t think the old Mikasa would’ve done that.

Maybe I’m just overthinking their relationship because I ship them, but I honestly think there’s little subtle instances where they helped each other improve and better themselves. Another example of this would be the times where Levi corrected his brash speech around Mikasa when she called him out on it–I think she unintentionally helped him express himself/be understood better. Considering how misunderstood Levi is as a character, that’s a noteworthy improvement. 

….I totally drifted off topic and accidentally wrote an essay, but to answer your question: I have a hard time imagining how their relationship would be if the conflict they endured was erased. If they started off on better terms they probably would get along better as you said, but they wouldn’t be the same rivamika we know and love. I’m completely satisfied with how their relationship developed and improved. In my opinion, it made their bond stronger and more interesting in the long run. 

Wrong On the Internet (Kakashi & Sakura)

a FLUFF FRIDAY fic that is rated M for NO REASON
featuring HOT STEAMY TEA and absolutely NO ROMANCE


Sakura dashed through the opened window and rolled into a crouch. “What is it, Hokage-sama? What’s happened?”

“Oh, Sakura. You’re here at last. You’re good at this computer stuff, right?”

“Uh… well, I’m alright I guess. Shikamaru’s better at it–oh right, he’s in Suna. What is it? Some kind of urgent message to send to another Kage? Are you expecting a report?”

“I need your help making a Browseddit account. This slander campaign has got to be stopped.” He made a fist, and it sizzled a little with electricity as if he was unconsciously preparing a raikiri.

She blinked. “Is that really an emergency? I mean, I get that propaganda is important, but…”

“You’d understand if you read it, Sakura. Not only are they slut-shaming her, they are calling her stupid. Junko! The most brilliant heroine of any literary work I’ve ever read, and just because she enjoys–”

“Hold on just a moment here,” Sakura interrupts him. “Am I hearing this correctly, or am I in a daze caused by it being two in the freaking morning?”

“I tried to enter in my email but it won’t accept it, Sakura.” Kakashi ran his hands through his hair in dismay. “They can’t get away with this. The fandom just hasn’t been the same since the movies came out. These people call themselves fans and they haven’t even read the books! Can you believe that?”

“What I can’t believe is that I came here in my pajamas because of your urgent summons and it’s about Icha Icha!” She turned and would have left, but Kakashi was still faster than her and was between her and the window in an instant.

“But you’re already here, Sakura-chan,” he whined. “Please, please, I won’t be able to sleep if I can’t tell them they’re wrong and if I can’t sleep I won’t be able to work tomorrow and what if there is an emergency and the Hokage is delirious with fatigue, Sakura-chan? Konoha could be destroyed.”

She crossed her arms. “Destroyed by what?”

“Do you really want to take that chance, Sakura-chan?” Kakashi gave her his most glittering eye-smile. Now that he had use of both eyes, it was twice as potent. A kettle began to whistle, and he added, “And you can have any tea you want.”

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Words: 1692
Characters: Frisk, Undyne, Papyrus, Alphys, Sans
Warnings: Self-hatred, general angst
Summary: Some months after the Barrier was broken, Frisk goes to the beach with some of their friends. Undyne learns something new about them.

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is that my shirt?

Well, guys–as you can see, this PROMPT WAS REALLY FREAKING POPULAR (thirsty people). BUT, I’ll try to do something magical? I got it basically for every side of the love square. help. 

for @alyseb630 and the three anons who asked for this trash


The inflection of her voice going higher than he has ever heard Ladybug ever speak before. It’s small and she actually squeaks it out again. “Is-is that my shirt?” 

Looking down, it finally dawns on Adrien that he is indeed wearing a Ladybug shirt, her symbol on his shirt just as bright red as her face. 

Words fall out his mouth, but they don’t actually make sense. “You–shirt–me—I–” he spurts, but the damage is already done.

Ladybug blushing over the fact he owns her shirt has already been imprinted into his mind. 


It’s definitely an accident that he’s here, but sometimes even Adrien Agreste caves and needs sweets. 

And he doesn’t think it will mean much when he rings the bell and hears thumping come racing out of the kitchen. Because it shouldn’t be a big deal when he hears a familiar voice and excepts her to just be covered in flour (and really–that’s just so much like her).

He’s right about the flour, but wrong about whether or not it’s a big deal, for it is the biggest of deals actually. For coming in such a hurry is indeed Marinette, flour smudged on her cheeks, maybe in her hair…

…wearing a big baggy t-shirt with his face on it. 

Green eyes go wide and he can’t stop the words as they question her themselves. “Is that my shirt?” 

Marinette doesn’t even get the chance to even say hello, looking straight down to see Adrien’s face plastered against her chest, and she shrieks. She tries to grab a piece of paper and hold it against her, but in the process she knocks over the stack. 

“I won,” she stars, her face, her neck, her hands turning bright, bright red. “In a contest…” 

Adrien can only bob his head. “Oh.” 

Then he turns around, speedily and quickly leaving as possible because he can feel a similar flush crawling up his neck. 

That was cuter than I was excepting it to be.


This time, the words are out of his mouth in an instant, his eyes caught on the green paw-print Marinette is wearing as he is running through Paris. 

“Is that my shirt?!”

Of course, when he does that, he misses his leap and falls directly two stories down and knocks himself out. 


There is someone shaking him, a voice finally reaching his ears, and when he opens his eyes, he swears it’s Ladybug. 

“–Noir! Chat Noir!”

But he blinks again and it’s not, just pretty blue eyed Marientte, her hair loose as he comes too. 

“Thank goodness,” she breathes, putting a hand over her heart. 

Chat Noir sits up, his body aching, but nothing broken. “Man, I thought cats always landed on their feet,” he mumbled. 

To that, Marinette laughs. “Well, aren’t you a boy?” 

He looks up and she smiles, still in shock as her hands are trembling, but smiles. The paw-print on her shirt really is official Chat Noir merchandise. 

With one hand rubbing the back of his head, he uses the other to gesture to it. “I like your shirt.”

And for the second time this day, Marinette goes beat red. The words don’t go unnoticed when she turns her head and mutters to herself. “Can cute guys stop meeting me in their shirts…?” 

This time he laughs, realization hitting finally hitting. At his absrud behavior, Marinette tries to see if he’s okay, but that makes him laugh harder. 

For right now, it’s hitting him like a ton of bricks, that Marinette has never been cuter. 

You can wear my shirts any day, Princess.  

anonymous asked:

Omg yay for request! I love your stories!! Here's something that hopefully helps you. Reader and Bucky have been dating for awhile, but Bucky can't help feel a little jealous and annoyed how nervous you are when you first meet Thor (because let's be real who wouldn't be just a little nervous meeting him?)

Cleaning up my askbox, I saw this and got legit upset that I didn’t write right away. It’s not a full fic but I wrote a thing. Hope you enjoy it! <3

Warnings: Swearing, sexy times talk (not described)


Bucky Barnes considered himself a pretty lucky guy. 

He was back in the world, on the way to recovery, with his best friend back, a new family to call his own and a girlfriend who only saw the very best in him. That was pretty much everything a guy like him could’ve asked for. 

It warmed his heart to no end knowing that that was his life now – friends, family, a world to discover and people to love. 

And though nobody needed to know,  his favorite part was his girl. 

He could’ve never imagined that he’d ever be loved again, not after everything he did and not after everything he became. But it seemed like you were made just for him. 

You kept him grounded when all he wanted was to back leash on someone, you became his rock whenever he needed support after a nightmare, you turned into his own little personal recovery incarnate while helping him with therapy sessions. 

You loved his little quirks and flaws, you accepted his past with an easiness that he hadn’t seen even with Steve and you wanted a future with him. 

He was lucky to be back in the world, with friends and family but he was even luckier to have you with him. 

But all of that didn’t prevent him from feeling slightly annoyed and jealous when Steve announced Thor’s arrival to the fourth of july plus his birthday party in a few days, taking his girlfriend to an absolute nerves attack. 

He didn’t even understand what was the big deal about the guy. 

Some random norse God, he gathered, but not much more impressing than a few gimmicks he’d met during missions with Sam. 

You, on the other hand, seemed to think just the opposite. 

It was only breakfast and you’d managed to mention the guy for about 6 times, all that without mentioning Steve’s party or anything related for once. 

And really, he couldn’t help but being a little grumpy for a moment. 

“I don’t know what’s the big deal about this Thor guy though,” Bucky muttered quietly as he watched her shimming around the kitchen with a few bowls, grabbing the ingredients for your usual pancakes. “Wasn’t he the one who brought the aliens down here?”

Turning around to the counter again and placing the ingredients down, you gently rolled your eyes before glancing pointedly to Bucky, sitting grudgingly by the other side with his hair in an adorable bun and body deliciously exposed by his black boxers.  

“He’s a God, Bucky. A norse God! I’ve read about him my whole childhood and now I get to know that he’s real and even meet him!” You beamed with a growing smile, your feigned scowl melting into a dreamy look before you shrugged. “And the whole Chitauri thingy wasn’t him. It was his brother, Loki. Loki’s adopted, by the way.”

“You’re not making it any better, doll.” Bucky shot you a lopsided grin and you couldn’t hold back a grin of your own, watching contently as he slumped his body back against the chair and spread out his thighs apart slowly. “Don’t know if I trust him.”

Unable to resist his current position but also knowing that he did it on purpose, you walked around the counter and settled yourself on his lap, huffing quietly as his grin just got wider and his arms encircled your waist with a gentle tug. 

“Steve said he’s a huge cuddle bear, what’s not to trust about that?” You defended with a pout, soon chuckling when Bucky snorted with a shake of his head. “He’s told Bruce that he prefers Ravens than actual phones. Like, if you wanna talk to him, you gotta send a freaking raven. How cool is that?”

Not a single bit cool, he thought, just weird as fuck. 

But obviously, Bucky didn’t say that, preferring to just stick to his usual rolls of eyes and quiet scoffs as you glanced expectantly at him. 

“I’m ninety-nine and I never said anything about ravens to anyone.” He mused with a frown, chuckling lightly as you hummed ironically and pretended boredom with an overly exaggerated grimace. “What? I’m just saying. The guy’s weird, (Y/N). And so are ravens, honestly.”

“He’s royalty from another world, Bucky. He’s allowed to send ravens to whoever he wants.” You retorted in amusement, bringing your fingers up to his neck to gently brush the few love bites you’d left the night before. “Plus, Sam really liked the whole ‘send a raven’ idea. I think he wants a raven to pair up with redwing." 

Bucky snorted playfully, tightening his fingers around your hips and pulling you closer to him so your chest was pressed flush against his, your noses mere inches apart as you slid your hand his hair to tug it softly. 

As you made him tilt his head up, your lips soon met his in a tender kiss, the quiet humming coming from the back of his throat making you laugh against his mouth. 

And that was it.

You’d forgotten about Thor and the whole royalty sort of thing and he could have you all to himself for the day again. But just until you pulled back with widened eyes and a loud gasp, fingers tightening almost painfully around his hair. 

"We have to buy Thor’s poptarts, Bucky!”


Bucky didn’t think it could get worse than that, but when the fourth came and the whole facility busied themselves in Steve’s birthday preps, you exclusively busied yourself in staying anxious about meeting Thor.

As much as he tried to say to himself that no, he wasn’t being jealous at all, just a little edgy about meeting a guy from another world, everyone knew that it was a lie.

Sam had gathered that much when you playfully joked about the God sending a raven to you during dinner, Steve figured out by the first time he said that Thor was coming and you nearly shrieked in excitement and though he didn’t know when Wanda found out, he was pretty sure she’d sneaked into his head for a moment.

You didn’t have a single clue about how he was actually feeling, being all around excited about meeting the man.

So when the party started and literally stopped upon his arrival, Bucky couldn’t help but scowl at your sudden admired expression, watching in awe as Steve brought Thor into the room and walked straight to your direction.

“Oh my God, he’s coming!” You whispered anxiously, tightening your hold around his hand subconsciously as you relentlessly tapped your feet to the ground. “How do I look?”

Glancing at you with a stone cold face, Bucky didn’t bother to reply though that didn’t offend you a single bit given Thor was just a few steps away and you were already looking up at him like a freaking kid on Christmas day.

He wouldn’t mention to anyone but the guy was indeed low-key impressive. Just as tall as him and Steve, just as muscly, long blond hair and blue eyes that matched his strong voice and easy smile.

Every girl’s dream, he noted but decided to ignore for his own peace of mind.

Or tried to ignore.

“Thor, this is (Y/N) (L/N).” Steve offered in amusement, holding back a chuckle as Thor turned to you with a wide smile and you nearly paralyzed in your spot, barely blinking at the man. “She’s the one who controls our missions now. Comm-links, cameras…everything you need.”

“Lady (Y/N)! I’ve heard so much about you.” Thor beamed loudly as he smile courteous at you, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to the back of it as you watched dumbfounded with wide eyes and a disbelieving smile. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

As the God freed your hand and you let it fall limply to your side, Bucky didn’t know wether to find it amusing or extremely annoying that the guy just seemed downright courteous and polite, instead of what he was making him to be inside his mind.

Not that he wanted Thor to be some bad, untrustworthy man, but it would be easier to get your mind off it if he was.

“And this is Bucky, my best friend from back in time.” Steve introduced with a smile, looking slightly hesitant about the God’s reaction after the whole accords ordeal. “I’ve told you about him last time you were here.”

As if realization had hit him, Thor laughed loudly and clasped Bucky’s shoulder, offering out his hand politely. “It’s a great pleasure to meet you too, Sergeant Barnes.”

With Bucky offering out his hand and quickly replying the God just as politely, a momentary silence fell between the four of you until Steve broke off in the worst way Bucky could’ve thought of.

“(Y/N) was really excited to meet you, you know.” Steve mused with a playful smile, sending your cheeks to fire as Thor’s excitement seemed to grow even more, if that was even possible.

“It’s just nice to see that it’s not just stories.” You tried to lamely explain yourself, looking sheepishly at the God as your cheeks burned in a bright shade of red. “Hard to believe we have an Asgardian down here on earth.”

And that was when the so expected Asgardian said probably the worst thing he’ll ever hear in his entire life.

“Oh, we have so many stories back in Asgard!”


By the time the party ended and the both of you came back to the room, Bucky’s head was half filled with booze (though it didn’t work much on him) and half filled with Asgardian stories.

The corridors were in plain silence but his ears were still ringing for Thor’s beaming laugh and playful personifications of his fellow warriors from back home.

The fact that you didn’t seem to be one bit affected by the whole situation didn’t make him better. Sure, Thor was nice and good looking and had a few good stories but come on, that was it. He didn’t even stay on earth for too much time.

But again, you didn’t seem mind that. Or anything that he could come up with.

“Hey, you listening?” You broke off Bucky’s thoughts with a gentle push, frowning quietly at his scowly demeanor before leaning in against his side to rest your head against his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky shrugged silently, setting his eyes straight ahead to the corridor as you walked together.

“Did you enjoy Thor’s visit?” He mumbled quietly, doing his best to not sound moody or jealous though he knew that was exactly what he was doing at the moment. “He seemed to really like you.”

He wasn’t lying. Thor did seem to have taken a liking to you and it wasn’t for less that you’d spent the majority of the party talking about Asgard and norse mythology tales.

And Bucky did try to make his inquiring as nonchalant as ever but obviously, you didn’t buy it. Almost as if you could read his mind, your entire face broke into a grin and you leaned even closer to his side, wrapping his left arm with yours as you tilted your head up smugly.

“Are you jealous?” You asked quietly, eyes crinkling in amusement as he did his best to ignore you and keep staring straight ahead. “You’re jealous of Thor! I can’t believe you, Bucky!”

“I’m not jealous.” He protested with a frown, shrugging again as you mocked hummed in disbelief. “You were so excited to meet him! And then you spend the entire night talking to him! I couldn’t help it.”

Smiling up at him with the softest look ever, you buried your hand between Bucky’s hair and pulled him down, eagerly pressing your lips against his as you melted completely over his body.

Pulling back a few moments later, you wrapped your arms around his neck and slid your lips over his skin, leaving small kisses behind with his laugh and breath tickling your own neck.

“Thor is a childhood story. I wanted to meet him because he was a childhood dream or something.” You replied tenderly, your lips soon growing in a smug grin as you pressed another kiss to his lips. “You’re my adult story and my R rated dreams, Bucky.”

Smirking smugly against your lips with your comparison, he didn’t waste anytime in hoisting your legs up to his hips, feeling you instantly wrap them up around him and lock your feet behind his back.

He also didn’t waste anytime in assaulting your neck with his lips. And walking towards your room in the fastest pace he could muster.

Maybe Thor’s visit wasn’t all bad though. Thanks to R rated dreams.

anonymous asked:

HI! Can you please write a Matthew GG one where he falls in love with y/n who is a poet, she is helping out with the script for an episode he is directing. Like he falls hard for her and he can't concentrate, and of course she falls for him too xx I'd love you forever if you wrote this xxx

Alright!  I can do this!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


Sitting at the round table with all of the writers, you put your head in your hands as you groan, glancing at the clock as you realize that it’s 5 am.

“We have got to come to a conclusion, this script has to be finalized in 3 hours!”

“Y/N, what you’re proposing doesn’t make sense,” one of the writer’s says.

“Yes it does!  The original Gubler script already makes sense!  I’m not proposing anything other than what he originally wanted!”

Throwing your hands in the air, you push yourself away from the table, “The whole premise of this episode is the idea that a family has been abducting children for years, and when a mother believes she sees her son in public after almost 8 years, it sparks a case!”

“But there’s nothing memorable about it!” the write shouts back.

Up against the door, Matthew presses his ear, trying to get an idea for where the argument is going.

“It’s amazing that I can’t have any input on my own damn script,” he spits, Shemar leaning him up and putting his hands on his shoulders.

“Dude, it’s gonna be alright, that new girl in there seems to have your back,” he muses.

It was true.  Matthew had insisted she be brought on after a coffee-shop conversation about the exact plot he had used for this episode.  Of course, he had asked permission, and she had granted, claiming “it’s just an idea journal she keeps…nothing major.”

It wasn’t until she let him see it that he realized the incredible imagination this seemingly strange girl in a coffee-shop had.

And he was hooked.

“There!  There’s your surprise ending!”

Stomping out of the room, grabbing your script to revise, you throw the door open and watch with wild eyes as Matthew goes tumbling to the ground.

“Oh, my god…Mr. Matthew!  Are you alright?”

Helping him up and dusting him off, his face flushes red with embarrassment as he looks down at you and whispers, “So, what’s the verdict?”

“Just a little change to the ending, but that’s it,” you muse, flashing him a light smile before picking the script up off of the floor.

“What kind of change?” he asks, his eyes hesitant and his movements sporadic.

“Well, originally you wrote it so that everyone was reunited,” you say.

“Ah…” he says, trailing off.

“Well, now it’s going to be written that one of the boys is going to give his life to save the little girl, creating some rough emotions at the end when the two families are reunited with their son and daughter respectively as the third family finds out about their son’s sacrifice.”

Watching the tears well in Matthew’s eyes, you start to backtrack.

“No, no, no!  Your script was incredible!  They just…I don’t know…something about a more memorable ending because of it being the mid-season finale or some bull-mess like that,” you say, waving your hand dismissively in the air.

Putting your hand on his shoulder, you get up under him and meet his gaze, “Your script was incredible,” you muse, a light smile playing on your cheeks.

“Thank you for fighting so hard for my script,” he says lightly as he sniffles, quickly wiping the tears away as he shakes his head, “And sorry for the stupid tears, I swear I’m not always this emotional.”

“I would never apologize for being overly emotional,” you muse, a smirk crossing your face, “After all…some women enjoy a man who can show his emotions freely.”

And as you walk past Matthew over to your laptop to rewrite the last couple of scenes, he stares at you as you walk past, his gaze unwavering as his hands shake with nerves.

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The next few days were a blur.  It was day 6 of 8 in terms of filming, and while you were ahead of schedule, you couldn’t help but feel sad at your time that was running out.

You had found yourself thoroughly enjoying the time on set, and not just with the directing…

But with the director.

Matthew had captured a part of you that you didn’t frequently show to people.  You called it your “freak flag”…and yet, that is the part that he seemed to admire the most.

Finding yourself staring at him, Kirsten nudges you out of your trance as she giggles.

“He’s good lookin’, isn’t he?” she asks, a teasing smile across her face as you feel yourself blush.

“I suppose so, yeah…” you say, trying to brush it off.

“Oh, you got it bad,” she emphasizes, poking your side as you curl away from her hands.

Shaking your head, you hear Matthew call a cut, his hands running thru his hair as he looks down at his watch.

“Alright, we are a bit ahead of schedule, so we will call it a day.  Go home, get some rest, and we will try this scene tomorrow.”

Furrowing your brow at him and his defeated stance, Kirsten pushes your back towards him, sending you tumbling as he reaches his arms out to catch you.

“Oh, my god!” you yelp as you go careening to the floor, bringing your hands to your face just before Matthew catches you.

“Y/N!  You alright?’ he asks, helping you on to your feet as you shoot a disgusting glance over at Kirsten, who waves lightly before dashing off behind a corner.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine…s-sorry, about that…I’m such a clutz,” you say over Kirsten’s giggling, shaking your head as a light smile crosses your cheeks.

“Clutz…right…” Matthew says as he looks over to the corner that is magically stifling a laugh, “Well, just be more careful,” he says, allowing his touch to linger on you before pulling back.

“I will,” you say, the corners of your mouth tipping up as your cheeks start to turn a deeper shade of red.

After a brief and uncomfortable pause, you clear your throat shuffle from foot to foot.

“Well, I suppose I better retire for the night.  6 am comes early,” you say, smiling awkwardly as you attempt to move past him.

Feeling a bit of pressure on your arm, you stop and look up, his gaze looking down upon you as he side-steps closer to you.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, not moving his hand…fearing that you might walk away if you do.

“Um…y-yeah…I mean, I always eat, you know?”

“Well,” Matthew says as his gaze turns back to being shy, “Would you, um…like to maybe go get some…some dinner with me?”

“Yes!” Kirsten shouts behind the corner before slapping her hand over her mouth, causing the two of you to erupt into a raucous laughter.

“Dinner sounds great,” you say, your laughter dying down as your cheeks begin to burn.

Can’t Spell Blue Without You

Johndaveweek Day Three - Confession

I could write endless versions of this conversation, and have even written one recently, but I decided to have a bit of fun for the week of johndave, do a confession of a slightly different kind, and revisit an old AU in the process.

Your name is Dave Strider, and you’ve been able to sing a rainbow for six years now.

You’ve known John Egbert for two. It feels like much long- like forever, honestly. You can’t remember a time before he was in your life, the time that existed before you spoke to John daily, though you remember when it was only shades of grey meeting on a screen and blurring into one mass of quick-fire sass and barely disguised affection.

Now, though- Now you know what John sounds like. The way he snorts and then collapses into giggles or stuttered guffaws. The way he pauses after a joke, when if you strain you can hear him wheezing little laughs to himself, muffled like he’s covered the microphone to disguise it. The way his voice sounds like sunshine and even when he’s upset he still manages to make you groan with bad jokes and worse pranks.

It’s been a revelation in the best and worst ways, and you’ve come to realise three simple truths about John Egbert.

One, that he will be your cause of death, and that one day Bro is going to bust in to find you collapsed on the floor from the traumatic force of John’s lame humour.

Two, that this boy is your best friend in all the world, the person you want to meet more than any other, and that your attempts to sketch him from his descriptions are not enough of an outlet for your building need to see him.

And three:

If John Egbert isn’t part of your rainbow, you don’t know if you’ll ever recover.

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