i wish i could use sound on that

Run away Far From Noise again with a cup of coffee.

This game is so nice, so clam. I was actually close my eyes and breathe like he told us to do. I don’t know it’s because the sound in game or his voice, It feel like my whole body can melt away at that time. I can’t say that I had a very bad time after I watch this video. Instead, I happy the way I am now that I’m sill alive. All I can say is… thank you. I wish I could meet you someday.

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Mark and kids (◕‿◕)

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite Latin phrases or just phrases in general?

omg this is a cool question, let me try to recall some of my favs:

  • per adua ad astra, and all it’s variations (per aspera ad astra, sic itur ad astra, and so on). they’re all various ways of saying “through hardship, you will go the stars”. Idk, ever since I first learned the phrase, it’s always stuck with me as one of the most beautiful expressions.
  • Veni, vidi, vici- I came, I saw, I conquered. It sounds imposing and powerful and like something i’d have tattoed on myself if i was a battle-scarred warrioress.
  • semper ad meliora- always towards better things. I like it simply because a) it sounds nice to say (which is a common factor for all my favorite phrases, tbh) and b) it’s inspirational, as cheesy as that seems.
  • Auribus Teneo Lupum- “I hold the wolf by the ears,” this one is actually an ancient proverb.
  • bellum se ipsum alet- “war feeds itself”
  • capax infiniti- “holding infinity”
  • luctor et emergo- “I struggle and emerge”
  • dum vivimus, vivamus- “while we live, let us live”
  • “ita vero” is a phrase I always wish I could have courage to throw out in casual conversation, since it just means “thus indeed” and it’d be hella eloquent to use it while trying to sound smart.
  • lux aeterna- “eternal light”
  • nec aspera terrent- “they do not fear the difficulties”
The Package.

Pairing : Sam x Reader
Word count : 2,550
Author : Mel (Now @fictionalabyss )
Warnings : Knotting, Smut, Dom/Sub, A/B/O Roleplay, pinch of praise kink, mention of breeding kink
Square filled : Knotting
Written for @spnkinkbingo

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“Hey, Y/N?” Your door opened and you panicked, slamming the laptop shut. “.. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” You were quick to answer. Maybe too quick.

His eyes moved down to your lap, his eyebrow raising, and a smirk beginning to show. “Your hand says otherwise.” His eyes went back up to meet yours as you quickly pulled your hand out of your pants.

Your cheeks went bright red. “W-what do you need?”

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Imagine Dean meeting your parents while you spend the weekend in your old home and realizing he wants to have a family with you.

“De-Dean” a whimper left your lips even if you meant to say it in a completely different way “Dean please, we- we can’t. Not again.” a small whine left your lips when his lips actually detached from the skin of your neck even if that was the exact thing you were asking him.

“Sweetheart, are you really telling me you don’t want it?” he said with a smirk, looking up at you through his eyelashes before he kissed back your collarbone and you let a small groan, mixing with a moan when his lips started trailing down.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” you whined softly, still arching your back upwards to press yourself closer to him “But D, you- you know we-” you gasped softly when you felt him bite you, his face inching closer to your chest as his hands worked one on the bra and the other on your panties, which by the way were the only things you were wearing. Not for long, though.

“We can’t do it now.” you said with a moan and he pulled away, looking down at you “My parents are gonna hear us.” you bit your lip.

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A Little Death - Warren Worthington III

words - 1,659

pairing - warren worthington iii x fem!reader

warnings - pure smut, daddy kink, bondage, oral (fr), thigh riding, edging

a/n - this is the kinkiest thing i’ve ever written (inspired by a little death by the neighborhood) and now i need to bath myself in holy water :))))))

@kurtwxgners , @shayara , @rax-writes , @v-writings , @phoenixejean  

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Your breath came out in short gasps, goosebumps raising on your skin as you squirmed, pulling your arms against the pieces of pink silk holding your wrists to the bedpost. Warren’s fingers trailed themselves up your thigh, avoiding the area that craved them most, and worked his way up to your lips. His thumb stopped on your lip, parting your lips slightly, your tongue darting out quickly, before taking the tip of his finger into your mouth.

He groaned, tilting his head to the side a fraction, before he pulled the finger away from your mouth, the warmth of his body leaving yours. He laid on his stomach between your legs, which were tied to the other side of the bed, the same pink ribbons adorning your ankles. He dragged a knuckle from your knee up to your core, lightly brushing against the neglected bundle of nerves at the top. Your breathing hitched as your fingers wrapped tightly around the soft ribbons, pulling slightly.

A low chuckle left his mouth, his breath fanning across your thighs, sending yet another shudder up your spine. You whimpered, jaw clenched tight as his thumb hovered slightly over your clit, but never put the slightest bit of pressure. “Warren, please.”

“‘Please’ what babydoll?” He said, a smirk gracing his angelic features. “You’re going to have to be a lot more specific than that.”

“Please, touch me. You’re being such a tease.” You drew in a sharp breath as his hand rested on your inner thigh.

“Touch you like…this? Is this what you want?” He ran his hand up and down your thigh, the side of his thumb barely brushing your aching core, but not enough to give you any relief. “If you want something, you gotta ask for it.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your shaky voice. “Please, touch me. I-I want you to make me feel good, daddy.”

His eyes darkened as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. His hand stopped on your upper thigh, before traveling down to your sex. His thumb pressed down on your clit, before making small, slow circles around the sensitive nub. He grinned at you before ducking his head down, lips trailing over your inner thigh to where his thumb was currently working. He slowly slid his index finger down your lips, before circling your entrance.

You moaned, legs already shaking and straining against the smooth ties. His mouth devoured your core as his finger slowly slipped in, pumping in and out a few times before curling it in a ‘come-here’ motion.

The feeling of his fingers and oh-so-sinful mouth of his working you at the same time sent you spiraling. He felt your walls clench as you teetered on the edge of euphoria, before pulling away quickly, leaving you dangling on the edge. You whimpered, hips bucking in a futile attempt to gain some friction. “Uh huh, little girl. You’re not coming that easily. You gotta work for it.”

He climbed off the bed, walking around to the end of it, before gently untying your ankles. He stood at your feet, rubbing slow, soothing circles into the skin of your ankles before moving up to your head and repeating the same actions with your wrists. He carefully pulled you up into a sitting position, thumbs rubbing small circles on the back of your hands. He sat at the edge of the bed before gently lifting you up and placing you on his thigh, the denim rough against the smooth skin of your inner thighs. He placed his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly, as he pressed you firm against the muscle of his thigh. “Fuck yourself on my thigh.”

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes immediately locked with his.

“You heard me right, kitten,” he chuckled, fingertips digging into the skin on the side of your hips. He used his hands to move them back and forth on his thigh, causing you to gasp at the friction. He stopped, but his hands stayed where they were. “Fuck yourself on my thigh.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders, gaining leverage before you began to drag your core along his thigh, breathing hard and ragged. You started out slow, but you gradually gained speed, leaving a line of wetness along Warren’s jeans. He groaned as your hips stuttered against his thigh, legs shaking, the wetness practically dripping from your core seeping through the fabric. Your body began to heat up as you neared your peak, the knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. A few more drags along the ridges of his thigh and You broke, back arching, pressing your chest against his, as your body trembled, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He grunted as he hauled you up and placed you back on the bed before stepping away from it once more. The bulge in his jeans prominent as he undid the belt, taking his sweet, sweet time while giving you a little show. He draped the belt over the end of the bed before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. He smirked as he saw your eyes dart to that little patch of skin peeking out from under his briefs.

Youn one slow, yet fluid motion he began to pull down his jeans, his wings lightly brushing the wall behind him, his briefs lowering with his pants. His member stood at attention, tip red and dripping. A small moan left the back of your throat as he motioned for you to go to him. You got up and took a couple steps towards him. He grabbed your forearms, turning your back to him, before pushing me face first on the plush bed. He kept your arms behind your back as he shuffled around behind you.

You soon felt the cold leather of his black belt wrap around your wrists a few times, before he secured it tightly. He gripped his cock, brushing it against your folds, before prodding your entrance. A choked-off whimper left your throat, as your fingers tried to grab onto him despite knowing he was out of reach. “Warren p-”

A resounding smack landed on your ass, a moan erupting from your half-open mouth, your body already shaking. “What was that, princess?”

You took a shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of your composure and dignity, before speaking. “Daddy, please, daddy. I need you.”

“I told you before, babygirl, you gotta use your words. What is it you want?”

“I-” You paused, clenching your jaw as he shifted his hips, hard member rubbing against your wet core. “I-I need you to fuck me, daddy. Please, daddy.”

He let out a shaky breath, the grip his hands had on your hips tightening.”As you wish, princess.”

He buried himself in you in a single, plunging stroke. He stilled, groaning as your walls clenched and constricted his cock, the sound causing another aching wave to travel straight to your core. He slowly began to thrust, in and out, making sure you could accommodate his size. As he felt you loosen slightly, your body more relaxed, he began to piston his hips against yours vigorously. You moaned loudly as his hand made contact with your ass once more before grabbing a handful of it and using it to pull you closer to him.

“No coming until I tell you, right babygirl?” He ground out between gritted teeth.

“Y-yes, daddy.”

You felt that familiar heat travel to your lower stomach, your grip on your fingers tightening, as you let out a choked-off moan. He thrusted hard, then stopped, grinding his hips against your ass. He pulled out and quickly undid the belt before flipping you over and plunging into you once more. He fucked in and out of you, your colliding hips causing the obscene skin-to-skin sound to reverberate through the room. He trailed his hand up your chest, finger flicking quickly over your nipple, before wrapping around your throat, tightening slightly.

His hips stuttered against yours as he tilted his head back. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the combined pressure of his cock moving in and out and his hand around your throat sending endorphins to every inch of your body. He released your neck, allowing you to draw in a breath, as you desperately tried to postpone your orgasm.

“Daddy, I-I can’t-”

He growled, hand landing hard on your ass once more. “Go ahead, princess. I’m right behind you.”

You cried his name as your orgasm hit you hard, body convulsing and back arching off the bed. He leaned down, burying his face in your shoulder as he growled. He quickly pulled out and jerked himself, his come landing across your abdomen and breasts. His wings stretched out behind him, longest feathers barely brushing the floor, and he worked himself through his orgasm. You laid on the bed, chest heaving, body tired and spent. You heard his groan before everything was still, the only sound in the room being your combined pants.

You felt the bed dip and him kiss your forehead before he padded out of the room, feet thudding along the wood flooring. He came back with a wet washcloth and slowly and carefully wiped away the mess on your torso, before making his way down to your core.

When he was done he threw the washcloth in the wash basket, opened your drawer and grabbed a pair of panties and one of his old band shirts. He slipped the pink lace up your legs and over your hips, before helping you sit up and slipping the shirt over your head. He put on a pair of sweats and climbed in the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist while pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“You alright, princess?”

You nodded, turning around to face him in his arms and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before burying your face in his chest, your breathing evening out.

“Cas! Cas! Don’t do this to me, Cas.”

Dean kneels in the dirt next to Cas’s inert body, the rough fabric of the trenchcoat gripped tightly in his fists. It’s been minutes–hours?–since they came through from the other universe, since Cas… Dean doesn’t know when he started crying, but his face is wet with tears and his throat is raw from sobbing and pleading with Cas.

“Open your eyes, Cas. You cannot leave me. Not again. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open your eyes…”

He is still whispering the words, his voice nearly gone, when Sam pulls him away.

***

“Cas.”

It’s been over a week since they burned Cas’s body. Dean’s mind won’t let him sleep; he still sees the flames every time he closes his eyes. He feels the heat licking at his skin, cracking his lips. Now he sits on the cement floor of the parking garage; it’s the coolest place he can find.

“Where are you, Cas? Can you hear me anymore? Is it hot where you are? Is it cold? Where do angels go when they…”

There are tears on his cheeks again.

The barest whisper: “I miss you, Cas.”

***

On a hunt, a werewolf pack closing in.

“Cas! We could use your help!”

Sam jerks in surprise, barely escapes a snapping jaw.

The fight is brutal. Dean has a gash on his arm, Sam a badly bruised rib, but all the werewolves are dead. They make their way back to the Impala, Dean muttering, “Where are you, Cas?”

“Dean,” Sam says softly, “Cas is–”

Dean’s glare stops him cold.

***

Dark fields fly past outside Baby’s windows, and the sky above is a flood of stars. Dean is blind to all but the road and the steering wheel.

Led Zeppelin plays on the radio. Ramble On. This isn’t on the tape he made for…

“This used to be one of my favorite songs, Cas. But it’s all about goodbye, all about looking for something more. That was my life, always saying goodbye. Then we found the bunker, so we kinda had a home. And I thought–I hoped–someday I’d have you too.”

The song had ended while he was praying. The Impala’s engine and her wheels on the road are the only sounds until Dean’s gasping sobs fill the car.

He pulls over to the side of the road.

Cas.” Dean chokes on the name. “I wish you could hear me.”

***

It’s been 37 days since Cas…left.

Dean is off on his own again. He hunts with Sam, but between hunts he can’t seem to stay still, just like he can’t seem to close his eyes. So he drives. When he realizes where he is, he makes a sound that is almost a laugh.

Pontiac, Illinois.

He takes a few wrong turns, but eventually finds his way to the barn. It is, surprisingly, still standing. He expects to find the inside littered with beer bottles and the like, but there is nothing. Maybe all the signs and sigils scared off the local miscreants.

Memories wash over Dean in a rush.

Sparks.

Wings.

Stabbings.

I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

I’m an angel of the Lord.

This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

Dean falls to his knees, head bowed. Remembering. The awesome sight of Cas’s wings, filling the entire barn. The way his eyes seemed to look into Dean’s very soul. The feeling of being known, and chosen, and wanted.

He aches for Cas, so even he is surprised by the words that tumble from his lips.

“Chuck. I don’t know if you’re listening anymore. The bible says–and yeah, Cas told me to read the bible, so I did–that you’re everywhere at once, so maybe you can still hear me even off on your family vacation.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not good at this. I sound like an idiot. I’ve gotten used to praying to Cas, but he can’t hear me anymore. Lucifer, he…” Tears flow from Dean’s eyes.

“I’m broken, Chuck. I can barely stand. You need to give him back to us. We need him. And not because he’s a fighter, or because he’s an angel, or because he’s a part of our team. You need to give him back because…” Dean takes a shuddering breath. “You need to give him back to me. Because I love him. He’s not my brother, he’s…he’s everything.”

His voice is raw, thick with tears.

“I never got to tell him. Please, Chuck. Please. I don’t know what else to say. Can you hear the sound of a heart breaking?”

***

Chuck blinks.

“Well, what do you know. Too bad I’m not writing any more books. I love character development.”

He twirls his finger in the air, and the dust motes form a spinning vortex. Atoms join, coming together to form more and more complex molecules until, with a tiny breath from Chuck, the angel stands in front of him.

Chuck gestures. “Sorry about the tie. Dean seem to like it backwards, though.”

Cas stands bewildered, patting his coat, touching his face, ruffling his hair–deliberately avoiding the place where the blade pierced his chest.

“And the tape is still in your pocket. I know it’s important to you.”

Cas’s hand flies to the inside pocket of his trenchcoat. When his hand closes around the familiar piece of plastic he relaxes slightly.

“I don’t understand,” Cas says. “I was…gone. Again.”

Chuck points at himself. “Did you forget who I am? Or how many times I’ve done this for you?”

Cas’s thoughts still haven’t caught up to the present. “But why?”

“Character development.”

Cas tilts his head, puzzled. “I don’t–”

“Nevermind,” Chuck says, chuckling to himself. “I just need you to deliver a message to Dean Winchester, okay?”

Cas nods, eyes bright. “Alright.”

“Tell him…tell him…no, on second thought, just go. I think he’ll understand. A picture is worth a thousand words and all that.”

Cas nods again, still not understanding, but willing to go. Chuck reaches out, gently rests his hands on Cas’s shoulders.

“One more thing,” he says. “It was never a punishment, Castiel.”

Cas’s eyes widen.

“You always believe in me. I keep bringing you back because I always believe in you too.”

***

Boards creak. Feathers rustle.

Dean’s head jerks up.

“Dean, why are we here?”

Dean cannot speak. He pulls himself to his feet, his eyes never leaving Cas’s. He walks to Cas, and when they are standing close enough to touch Cas says, “What about personal space, Dean?”

“Are you real, Cas?” Dean breathes. “Are you really you?”

Understanding, Cas flexes his wings. Blue-black feathers flash. No demon or shapeshifter could fake that.

“Good,” says Dean. “Oh, Cas. I–”

But there are no words. He pulls Cas into a hug, holding him like he never wants to let go.

“Thank you, Chuck,” Dean whispers. “Thank you.”

Seeing Red (Harry Hook X Reader)

A/N: This is my first imagine so I hoped you guys like it! Let me know what you think! (P.s - I feel like I got slightly too into this and might have got a little carried away)
Words 2896
Requested: Yes!

Prompt: #10
A: (whispering to B) I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…
B: (whispering to A) Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…C is leaving anyway
C: ( kisses D)
B: Well shit
A: (to B) hold my hoops I’m going in (takes out ear rings) LISTEN UP BITCHES!


You had never really realised how much you hated the word “Princess” until the VK’s arrived from the isle. Sure, before they came, the title had been thrown around to stop you from participating in the sports you wanted, and you had become accustomed to hearing the phrases ‘Princess’ don’t fight", ‘Princess’ don’t swear" or “Princess’ don’t take their anger out on other people” whenever you let the ladylike persona everybody expected from you slip. You weren’t like the rest of the kids in Auradon, your parents Tiana and Naveeen may have been King and Queen, but they had raised you to be down to earth, giving you the normal life you craved now you were at Auradon Prep. Everything you wanted, you used to have to work for. That’s how it was and that’s how you liked it, there was no way you were going to be the snotty spoilt stereotype of a princess. You were far too feisty to simply sit on a thrown , quietly ignoring all that was going on in the world, so your heart hurt when the only classes you were allowed to take at Auradon were Sewing and Embroidery, Royal Etiquette and a whole host of other obnoxiously regal subjects. It really wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you protested “peacefully” to take chemistry and fencing lessons like the rest of the kids. It was safe to say you had always disliked the word princess but you never realised it could be used as an insult until the children of the villains arrived.

“Have any of you guys seen Harry?” You asked, pulling a chair beside Uma and Gil in the cafeteria. You had become unlikely friends with the pirates since they got there, despite what the other AK’s thought about them.
“No, actually. We were about to ask you the same thing” Uma said, setting down her sandwich and turning towards you.
You gave her a puzzled look. The first mate was never far away from his Captain so it was alarming that none of you could place where the red cladded pirate had gone.
“Is it just me or has he been disappearing a lot lately?” You said, your mind drifting to recall the last time you actually saw Harry.
The two of you had a very strange relationship, it was apparent to everyone you were completely infatuated with each other and at times you almost acted like a couple, yet somehow nothing had happened. You weren’t together but you weren’t not. You weren’t dating, but you weren’t single.
“Maybe he’s not disappearing, maybe he’s just invisible!” Gil exclaimed, throwing down the hard boiled egg he was peeling.
Uma raised an eyebrow at him.
“What guys? I’m completely serious. He’s spending all that time with Mal, maybe he got her to do a spell and now he’s…”
He was jabbed in the ribs by Uma before he could finish.
“Wait, he’s spending time with Mal? Mal? I thought they hated each other.” You said, a very evident bitter tone in your voice.
Uma leaned forwards, slamming her hands on the table as she spoke.
“Precisely what I thought. Clearly he’s forgot about the whole shrimp incident” You shot her a sympathetic look. “But I wouldn’t worry about it Y/N, he was just getting homework answers the last time they were together”.
You relaxed and exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Harry wasn’t about to go running off into the sunset with the purple haired villain which suited you just fine.
“It’s not like I care too much anyway” you lied, which seemed to amuse both Gil and Uma. “I just wanted to ask him about… You know tonight”
“Tonight? What do you want to do tonight? If you’re finally going on a date you’ll have to re-schedule it Y/N! It’s Cortillion and we have to go! Ben made it a rule” Gil rambled before he eventually caught on, smiling to himself that he had figured it out. “Oh! I get it. You want to go to with him.”
“Hate to break it to you Y/N but I don’t think Harry would be seen dead at Cortillion” Uma said giggling slightly
“Yeah me neither, but I didn’t think he’d be seen dead with the daughter of Maleficent a minute ago, so maybe Hook’ll surprise us.”
“Well well well sweetheart” You felt two hands cover your eyes from behind you, two strong arms resting on your shoulders and a familiar accent interrupting your thought process “Who exactly am I supposed to be surprising?”
“Harry! So glad that you could join us” you said with a hint of sarcasm, grabbing his hand and pulling him in to sit beside you.
“Careful darling. It almost sounded like ye missed me” he said with a smirk, wrapping his arm around your waist. You swatted him away playfully.
“You wish” you replied, sticking your tongue out at him. Harry ignored you, placing his arm over your shoulder. Uma tutted.
“What did I miss?” He said.
“Well Y/N was just saying how much she wants to go to Cor…” Gil began
“THE WAFFLE HUT! Yeah, the waffle hut. I was just saying I how wanted to go to the waffle hut.” You interrupted before Gil could do any more damage.
If Harry had wanted to go to Cortilion with you he would have asked, clearly he didn’t want you to be his date you thought.
“Y/N? But you just said…”
“I just said nothing Gil” I hissed, kicking his shin under the table slightly.
“Ow!” He said making you roll your eyes “But your gluten intolerant Y/N, you can’t eat anything at the Waffle Hut anyway. Why would you want to go th…”
“Gil. Zip it’ said Uma, unamused.
“The Waffle Hut eh?” Asked Harry, chuckling slightly. You nodded your head in response, slightly too vigorously for what would have been considered a normal response, and shoved a couple of fries in your mouth to stop you from saying anything else stupid. “That’s a real shame sweetheart, 'cos I was just about to ask ye to Cortillion”. He winked at you. You nearly choked on your fries.
“You’ll actually come!” You said excitedly.
“I know how much those silly little dances mean to ye. So if it keeps the pretty pink princess happy, I’m in.” You, frowned at him, pretending to be offended but burst out into a huge grin.
“Harry Hook, I want to punch you in the face and kiss you at the same time” You ruffled his hair slightly and kissed his cheek.
“Geez!” Uma groaned. “You two are sickening”


“This is not what I had in mind”
You were stood by the punch table, sulking beside Uma, your arms crossed scowling at the couples slow dancing on the dance floor.
“This is exactly why I hate dances. Look Y/N, we can just leave. How about I go steal you those waffles you wanted”
“It’s not the waffles I want” I hissed glaring at Harry as he walked about the room.
It had started off so well. You collected you dress from Evie and forced Harry into an all black suit and shirt ensemble giggling at how much he looked like a prince. Less than impressed with the royalty comment, Harry refused to turn up without his hook, so you found yourself laughing at the boy for most of the night as he attempted to juggle all of your drinks single handedly. Everything was going perfectly, until Harry practically dropped you when Mal asked whether he would dance with her. You stood, with your mouth gaping open like a fish as Harry traced his hook along the outline of her face, until Uma and Gil had pull you away from the two of them.

“I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…” You were crushing the plastic cup of punch in your hand, causing the liquid to spill everywhere.
“Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…Harry’s is leaving anyway” Uma said, taking the cup from your hand.
She was right, Harry was weaving his way through the crowd back towards us, his usual cocky smirk on his face, his arms swinging beside him. You felt the knot of anxiousness in your stomach diminish. You were just over reacting. Then Harry came to a holt, a purple manicured hand on his shoulder, spinning him around. Before anybody could comprehend what was going on, Mal had pulled Harry towards her, locking lips, her hands working their way up to his hair.
“Well shit” Uma whispered
Suddenly, the room felt dizzyingly small, all the air knocked out of your lungs. It took all but a second for you to process what had happened. She kissed him, she fucking kissed him. The overwhelming feeling of betrayal and hurt was replaced with something much more dangerous. Hatred.
“Hold my hoops!” You growled quietly, pulling the pearl encrusted earrings from your ears and dumping them in Uma’s hand “I’m going in…”

Harry pulled away from Mal as quickly as he could, pushing her chest away from him with enough force to send her flying backwards.
“What the fuck did ye do that for?” He glanced nervously to the sidelines only to be met with your glare, a mixture of sadness and pure anger. He gulped. He had fucked up
Before anybody could restrain you, you marched passed Harry and Mal to the podium at the front of the dance floor, climbing the stairs to where the microphone was.
“Y/N look, listen to me…” Harry tried to pull you back, trying to hold onto your arm.
“Get your hands off me Hook” you spat.
“Y/N I…”
“It’s fine I get how it is” You tapped on the microphone a couple of times to check that it was working. “LISTEN UP BITCHES!” You screamed down the PA system.
“Oh this can’t be good” said Gil whilst being pulled by Uma to the front of podium where a small crowd had gathered.
“I just wanted to check where the fuck Prince Ben was when his supposed girlfriend decided to make out with my boyfriend!” You yelled. You saw the gasps and shocked faces in your ever growing audience and the horrified look from the Prince as you spoke. You refused to relent.
“Oh I’m sorry,” snapped Mal, parting the crowd of people and making her way towards you. “I didn’t realise you were a couple. How long have you been together again?”.
Her voice sounded sweet enough and to those watching the question appeared innocent, but the gleam of bitterness in her eyes said otherwise. She knew how the complicated relationship between you and Harry was. The little bitch.
“Well … Actually .. You see…” You stuttered not entirely sure how to explain yourself.
“Exactly! The villain plays the victim so well.” Mal cut in before you could finish. “Now run along little princess and play tea parties with your stuffed toys before I turn you into a toad”
“Mal, what are you saying? Why are you acting like this?” You heard Evie whisper to her, trying to get her to back down.
Princess, that stupid word again. It was as if it was synonymous for weak. You clenched your fists, that was the last straw.
“Princess?” You laughed coldly “No bitch, Queen”.
You started to square up to her, ignoring which ever random person was tugging on your arm to get you away. This is not how anybody expected Cortillion to go.
“Oh please, what are you going to do? Throw a tiara at me?”
“No but I certainly wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a nine inch heel to the face” You screamed, pulling the shoes from your feet before a figure grabbed you from behind.
You secretly hoped it was Harry and were slightly more than disappointed when Ben hauled you backwards and attempted to restrain you. Jay grabbed hold of Mal and by the way he scowled at her, it was pretty evident he was on your side too.


“I bet you’re just so smug aren’t you Y/N?”
“I literally have no idea what you mean!”
“The only reason I kissed Harry was because of you and Ben!”
“Ben?” You asked completely puzzled.
“Don’t think I don’t know. There’s something going on between you two”
Whatever situation the girl was insinuating was news to you. The moment the Prince’s name was muttered, Harry shoved his way threw to the podium, as angry as you had been a moment earlier. He glared at Ben who, unfortunately due to the circumstance, currently had his arms wrapped around you.
“Oh and the plot thickens” Gil whispered almost excitedly to Uma.
She hit the son of Gaston in the stomach, sending him a dirty look, and charged towards the podium too.


“What do ye think yeh doing with my girl there princey boy” he snarled, making his way slowly towards Ben, who was still holding me back, pointing his hook threateningly at his face. “Weren’t content enough with your whole bloody kingdom that you had to take the one thing that mattered the most to me?”
Your mouth dropped open. Was he talking about you? You began to panic when he rested the tip of the hook on Ben’s nose.
“Harry! Back off!” You yelled at the pirate, not too keen at watching your friend get hooked right in front of you.
“A pirate wasn’t good enough for ye was it eh? Had to get yourself a prince?”
“Harold - bloody - Hook! For godsake! I don’t give two shits about Ben!” You yelled before spinning your head around to speak to Ben, who for some unbeknownst reason still thought it was a good idea to be holding you. “No offence”
“None taken” he replied.
“Mal, I assure you nothing has ever happened between me and Ben.” You said before chuckling a little “In fact the only time we ever really speak is at events where are parents have to be civil.”
You saw the girl relax a little and appear somewhat guilty. “He loves you” You added.
Ben finally got the message and let you go, running towards Mal and hugging her and dragging her away from the crowd. She mouthed 'I’m sorry’ to you as she walked away, which made you roll your eyes. Typical. The crowd eventually began to dissipate, leaving you and the pirate to awkwardly stare at each other.


“You know you are so hot when yeh angry Y/N” said Harry taking a step towards you and attempting to wrap you into an embrace. You pushed him away.
“I’m not talking to you Harry”
“Y/N”
“No”
“Y/N!”
“You still kissed her Harry! It doesn’t change anything.”
“Actually, sweetheart she kissed me”
“Don’t you sweetheart me Hook. You threatened the fucking King!” You snapped walking back up the staircase, attempting to leave the disaster of the dance.
“And you tried to attack a lady of the court princess, but ye don’t see me screaming at yeh!” He replied, running a couple of stairs a head of you and blocking your path.
“You’re screaming at me now Harry!”
“Because yeh not listening to me!” He put his hand to your face but you snatched it away.
“Because you’re being a dick!”
“No, you’re being a dick!” He took a step downwards so you were both stood on the same ledge.
“I am not! Clearly you’re the di…”
Before you could finish, Harry let go of his hook, placing both of his hands either side of your head, ignoring the clanging sound of metal as he pulled you towards him. He didn’t even pause for a split second, his mouth colliding with yours, leaving you no time to react. Suddenly he was kissing you like he was afraid to continue and afraid to stop all at the same time. His lips were surprisingly warm and soft, fierce yet powerful, but you were stunned, paralyzed almost. That’s when he pulled away.
“I’m sorry… I … I shouldn’t have done th..”
It was your turn to cut him off. You grabbed the front of his shirt and didn’t let go, your lips crashing together messily. All you could taste was Harry, spearmint and sea salt, as you moved your hands to his shoulders, then the back of his neck, then his hair. Neither knew who was breathing for who, his lips hot and strong against yours, his hands snaking around your waist. You eventually broke the kiss and you stood their, grinning at each other as you felt a weight lifted off both of your shoulders. Your forehead and noses were still touching, your hands flat against Harry’s chest, his hands gripping too tightly on your hips.
“I think I love you Y/N” he breathed.
“You think. Gee thanks” You joked, nuzzling your face into his neck.
“Yeh never know when to shut yeh mouth now do yeh?” Harry laughed quietly, moving your face away to look him in the eye..“I love yeh Y/N Y/L/N”
“I love you Harry Hook”. You kissed his cheek “But this still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a dick”

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twenty-Nine

Summary: You adjust to life at home with a baby, grateful for the support of your family around you.
Words: 3k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Danneel, JJ, Dallas (OC)
Warnings: none
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

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I have this random headcanon about the Captain Swan wedding, ok.

So Emma and Killian make up yadda yadda, the engagement is back on, and he has a long lovely talk with Charming to make amends and all is right in the Charming-Jones world. 

They get married and everyone (read: me) cries and it’s beautiful and wonderful and True Love Forever.

But then it’s the wedding reception. And while Killian and Emma and her family are all fine, whispers still persist following the drama that happened around the engagement and Killian’s disappearance. Gossip quietly tinges the party with the “well I heard he left her” and “no no no she kicked him out” and “well he killed her grandfather, I can’t believe David and Snow allowed this to happen” etc etc etc. 

And it’s probably someone like fucking Grumpy running his dumb mouth after too many beers when all of the sudden

**THWACK**

A fork jabs down, perfectly in between his fingers that rest on top of the table. 

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Too Far

Prompt: Something with hardcore hate sex /// Can you do a fic where it’s Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil and they have hate sex or something? /// Can you do one where it’s Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil and they can’t stand each other and they are partnered up for a school project (like college or high school) and they have hate sex /// Can you do Punk!Phil and Pastel!Dan and the have hate sex /// CAN YOU DO PUNK!PHIL AND PASTEL!DAN AND THEY HATE EACH OTHER BUT THEY ARE ASSIGNED AS PARTNERS IN A SCHOOL PROJECT AND END UP FIGHTING AND HAVING HATE SEX

Author’s Note: this fic is dedicated to what appears to be one anon that just really really wants some hate sex. the capital letters really put me in a writing mood! tbh i wanted so badly to rick roll you but i can’t find the malice…………  (You could stand to relax a little though lmao) (1.3k words)

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Up Close and Personal

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Title: Up Close and Personal

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,238

Warnings: fluff

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

While Sam and Dean were at another location on a hunt, you and Castiel were doing the dirty work.  Which meant that you had to dig up a body and salt and burn it.  You had only known Castiel for a few weeks.  You still felt awkward around the angel, but to be fair, he felt the same way around you.  He never had the chance to acquaint himself with you, since you spent most of your time hunting.

“Are you sure this is the right grave Castiel,” you asked, setting the shovel down on the grass next to the six foot deep hole.  Castiel grabbed onto your arm, hoisting you out of the grave.  “I don’t wanna get this one wrong.”

“I’m sure,” Castiel affirmed.  “This is the man’s grave we are looking for.”  Castiel did a double take towards the grave.  The body you and him were supposed to salt and burn was gone, and the casket was open.

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I am detached
from feelings
and I’m so sorry
once again,
I let myself
get in the way
of things that
could be,
but won’t be
because I shouldn’t
say I love you
just to hear another
I told you so
letters to myself
disclosed, detached
these were supposed
to be the better days
but I’m not okay
I’m unhappy
and it’s not your fault
you shouldn’t have
to put up with me
you shouldn’t have
to love me
for what it’s worth
we could’ve been
something so much more
than just another poem
that I can’t write
these are Shakespeare’s
last words with a spin
and a twist, remembering
ways to not grab your hips
remembering ways
to not kiss your lips
there is poison slipped
into my pens,
I don’t write love poems
I write we’re kinda
fucked poems
I don’t write prose
I write the story
of the dying rose
If I give and give
If you take and take
If I love and love
and you trust and trust
which parts of us
will understand me
when I’m alone and numb
without you clogging up
my heart with another
apology that sounds like
I’m sorry, I wish we could’ve been
I wish we could be more
than just a pile of lust
and sin that won’t happen
dear Heavenly Father,
forgive me for my wicked ways
if I pray and pray
if I duck and dodge
your solemn words
that sever ties
that paint the walls
of my soul into crispy gold
into melted snow
my thoughts will follow
some lovers have hands
that I could hold
but I can’t stay
if I’m still not
over the mountain
of regrets and no,
I’ll leave by sunrise
even if your clothes are on
and we didn’t make love
we’re naked to the truth
you can see it in my eyes
I hate telling lies
so I don’t talk much
I hate small talk
so I don’t make friends
I don’t trust people
I barely trust myself
I’m a sinner that knows
how to love,
I’m an angel that fell
from above
another misunderstanding
and we’re still far from this place
baby, I’m detached from you
you deserve the moon and the stars
I cannot give you the universe
I cannot give you the sun
but maybe somebody else can
I cannot be in love with you
I cannot be in love with you
if I still don’t understand
if I still don’t know how to love myself
and if you love me for how I am
and if you have stayed this long
and if you really are in love with me
then understand that I am detached
a loop, a maze, a graze on your lips
I wear us thin into the pen
A pen is my weapon
and these words
are the cuts that I am made of
some truths sink into your skin
this love is razor sharp,
I’m out of bandages
I’m all out of love
I’m with shadows
near the shoreline
looking for inspiration
upon desperation
slowly now, slowly now
into the sunrise
one day from my ashes
I will rise, I will rise
—  detached
170723 Super Junior D&E Hello Again Fanmeet [FULL]

[Dalnimi]

D&E’s moms, Donghwa, Yesung, Kyuhyun, and MC Leeteuk attended.Kyuhyun had told leeteuk he’d come to every thing the members did. 

[kerishee4415]

[kjj_1994_jj]

Opening VCR showed Still you cuts, getting #1, enlisting, and Donghae and Eunhyuk’s hug during discharge. Words: we’ve missed you. ©

[___younghae]

EH: I have an apologetic heart to everyone here, let’s not break apart again, let’s only walk the flower path now.

DH: I’m sorry for making you lonely for 2 years, I will work hard to show a good image in activities from now on. 

They saluted to Leeteuk.

[DirtyPop1938]

DH: It was really nice today, LT and YS hyung came today too, I’m really happy.

Eunhyuk showed a vacation pic of eating with his unit.
DH: Didn’t you make plans to eat with me? And you went to see others?? ©

Eunhyuk talked about the Super Junior dorm situation: After living in the same dorm for so long, now we’re in out thirties, we said “let’s have a go at being independent!” But we couldn’t go too far from each other so we are all living in different houses in the same area/apartment, we eat pizza together and go on walks together too, we went to find Heechul too but Kim Heechul didn’t open the door (I don’t know if he was home or not). © 

Eunhyuk confused the old SJ dorm and the new dorm. When he was in the army, SJ moved out of the old dorm so it was empty. Hyuk didn’t realize that when he went there. He thought at least kyuhyun was inside so he kept trying to press in the password and pressing the door bell, making funny faces in the inter-phone camera for minutes. Then he asked in SJ’s group chat and the manager asked if he went to the old dorm where they moved out. ©

[小帕Ana] 

Eunhyuk asked Donghae to find him in a picture of him with all his army staff in uniform and Donghae walked to the screen and pointed at a lady wearing a dress. Eunhyuk replied, “I wore a dress? Good job.” © 

Eunhyuk looked around at fans who all have long hair.
EH: We made a promise? Do you remember? How did your hair grow so fast?

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3

“My name’s Happy. My friends gave me the name. My birth name is Christian, but I don’t go by it at all. I just hitched a ride from Idaho with some people coming back from Rainbow Gathering. Before Idaho, my friend Dumpster Baby and I hopped a freight train from Utah. We spent four hours in a dumpster with a tarp over us while it just rained and rained on us before we left. Now I’m waiting for my friend Rat Boy to come meet up with me. He’s never been to Portland before so he’s off wandering. We might see if we can find a punk show to go to tonight, and then we have a squat house we’re going to crash at.” 

“How is hopping freight trains different than hitchhiking?” 

“Well for better or worse, you’re usually you’re alone for 24 hours on a train. Sometimes the cops bust you. I’ve been busted before. I met some kids that wanted to hop a train and had never done it so I took ‘em. Usually you’re supposed to throw your pack first and then kind of start running before you jump, otherwise you’ll just fall. I watched ‘em do it and they both just rolled. But they were ok. A few cuts and the worst thing was one guy got a bruised knee.” 

“How did you start off this life of wandering?” 

“I grew up in LA, in not the best of neighborhoods. I was used to always hanging on the streets. Then when I was 15 or 16 some friends of mine told me about a squat house in another city and we hopped a train and went there. I love the community of it, kids all helping each other out. There’s even a web forum where people will tell each other where to stay, who to look out for, or a place where you can get fed and things like that.”

“It sounds like such an adventure! I wish I could come take photos of it all.”

“I had a bunch of photos on my phone, but I dropped it on the tracks once, and that was the end of that. It’s not all great though. A lot of kids I know are on meth and I have a friend who got Hep C from sharing needles. Not me, I’m a straight edge. That’s what these tattoos are about.” He held out his hands.

“What about the one on your face?”

“My family is indigenous and my great grandfather completely tried to deny and hide his heritage. And then his son, my grandfather, tried to embrace it. I’d seen a photo of him with these markings, so I had a friend tattoo it on me.” 

“What does it represent?” 

“I’m not sure. My family doesn’t even know what tribe. But I wanted to embrace my heritage.”

Barely Legal - Part 4 (NSFW)

Chapter: 4/? – It’s 2 am, what are you doing awake? (NSFW)
Characters: Tony Stark, Reader, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds (Mentioned), Natasha Romanoff
Word Counting: 
Warnings: Teasing. Smut. Dry humping

Barely Legal - Masterlist

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A month.

That’s how long he was holding himself.  

You teased him in every single opportunity you could. He had lost count with how many times he saw you crossing and uncrossing your legs at him, bathing under the sun – even though every day was colder than the previous in the fall –acting extremely flirty around him and touching him whenever you could. Sometimes, you would press yourself against his body and wiggle your hips innocently until his cock was hard and just walk away before he could even scoff you for that.

Dammit, right now you literally had your very naked legs threw on his lap while using your phone and ignoring the looks of confusion the rest of the team directed to the two of you.

“Tony, look.” You leant closer to him with your phone in hands. “What do you think?”

On the screen of your phone, he could see Princess Leia’s slave bikini displayed and it got his eyes wide immediately.

“Nope. I prohibit it.” He affirmed, his voice showing no room to protests.

He could take you seducing him, rubbing yourself against him and driving him insane, but there was no way he was going to allow you to wear such a tiny thing protecting you from complete nudity.

“Oh, come on, Tony.” You tiled your head and holding his arm with both your hands, leaving your phone floating in front of the two of you. “Don’t you think I will look pretty?”

He shook his head in response. You were invited to a party in some weeks and was looking for a costume. 

“Let’s just try not to get anyone arrested at that party, darling.” Tony pointed. “You could wear that dress of hers. The white one.”

“The one she wore without a bra?” You added. “I don’t want to flash everyone, Tony. Peter is going as Han Solo, anyway. I don’t want us to look like a couple.”

“It would be cute.” Natasha said, making you look at her.

On the other side of the room, Peter made a loud puking sound for a moment and you rolled your eyes, using your powers to hit his own phone on his forehead lightly.

“Shut up, Spidey. You wish we could go matching outfits.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m matching Ned.” He corrected you. “He is going as Darth Vader.”

Tony frowned for a moment but didn’t say anything. The room slowly emptied and you only realised the two of you were alone when you looked up from your phone.

“What about you?” You questioned, back the Stark. “How would you dress up if you were invited?”

“Tony Stark.” He rested on the couch.

“Oh, don’t kid me.” You exclaimed, now moving fully and sitting on his lap with your legs spread. Tony gulped. You were just a single inch away from his crotch. “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly.” He cleared his throat, adjusting his posture for a moment.

You were wearing an oversized shirt and jeans, probably the shortest shorts you probably had. If he tilted his head just a little bit…

“Darling…” He muttered. “You should… You shouldn’t…”

You lifted your head when your name was called and smiled at him, kissing his cheek for a moment.

“Gotta go. Bye.”

As you rushed away, he ran a hand up his face. Damn.  You were going to kill him someday.

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overnight

Originally posted by sisterstextsebastian

Peter Parker X avenger!Reader

Summary: In which Peter helps you with a little studying and ends up sleeping over and spending the next day with you:)

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: I haven’t written in a while so sorry if I’m rusty,, and i didn’t proofread sorryyyy!!

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It was a Friday night, and you were studying. Like most kids at this time, you were super stressed for finals week. As you sat in the Avenger’s tower library, you wondered how you would retain so much information in such little time. As you set your head down on your books making a loud sigh, the team walked in.

“Hey, kid. Whatcha up to?”, Tony pondered as he walked around behind the table you were working at.

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There is nothing left of him - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Batmom is Harvey Dent’s sister, and she…isn’t dealing very well with his Two-Face transformation. Fortunately, her Bruce is here to help…

Hey guys ! So here’s a little story that is…a bit different than what I write usually ? I don’t know if I make sense….It’s also way too fucking long sorry ‘bout that. 
Oh and if you guys don’t know much about Two-Face, the “fictional biography” on his wikipedia page (right here) will tell you everything you need to know for this story. Written in basically twenty minutes, while watching a film. Anyway, hope you’ll like it

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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-Oh leave us alone (Y/N) ! 

-It’s ok Harv’, she’s not doing any harm, she just want to spend time with us.

-But Bruce, she’s a baby !! 

You weren’t very tall for your age, and your brother and his best friend were definitely taller than average but…You’d be damn if you were going to let your older brother call you “a baby” ! Outraged by his words, you say : 

-I’m not a baby ! I’m six years old ! 

-And we’re ten, you’re a baby to us !! 

-Hu hu I’m noooot ! 

-You’re acting like one for sure ! 

-No I don’t ! I’m not the one that wet the bed ! 

Harvey gives a worried look at his friend but…of course he should know Bruce wasn’t the kind to mock others. Or, he wasn’t that kind of person anymore. Since his parents died, he changed. He laughed less, he smiled less, and he never teased him anymore. He was…different. But still his best friend. 

-You can stay with us if you want (Y/N). 

Harvey gasps at his friend’s words. Maybe it’s in that moment, that you started to have a crush on him ? Right there and then, as he was about to defend you ? You don’t even remember. It felt like he was always the one that held your heart, even when you didn’t even know what romantic love was yet (and any mention of kissing a boy would gross you out). 

-Come on Harvey, your little sister is nice ! If I had a sister, I’d let her hang out with us…

There’s an indescribable sadness in his friend’s eyes, and Harvey stops himself before he can say : “it’s not the same, you would do that because your parents are dead”…He doesn’t say it because he knows how insensitive and mean it is. But he’s not about to let this pass without a fight, they couldn’t hang out with you, you were such a baby !

But he never has the occasion to protest, because his sweet lil’ sis’, you, takes his hand in yours and…His friend is smiling. 

Bruce Wayne, whom he almost never saw smiling in those past two years since his parents’ death, that Bruce Wayne…has the widest smile as he looks at you. 

In this moment, it was just children sympathy. It was a cute act from a six years old who realized that her brother’s best friend, who was always nice to her, was sad. And so you took his hand, and squeezed it. And he smiled at you because the gesture somehow soothed him. 

In this moment, neither you nor Bruce, being kids, felt this particular love that would slowly grow between the two of you…But in this moment, your hand in his was the most comforting thing that ever happened to him since his parents’ death (that and Alfred’s hugs). 

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