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Request: Never Better

Request: Can I request a Dean x reader where Dean comes back from hell only to find the reader has moved the middle of nowhere in a distant country (I was thinking Russia or something) and Dean has to go win her back? Спасибо!! 😊😊

Word Count: 1,568

I know it’s been like two weeks, and I’m so so sorry. But I’m back, hopefully, and results are over and done with and I have like three things left to sort for school so at least for a couple of weeks, I should be better. Thank you, and lots of love<33

“What the hell do you mean, she left?” Dean’s eyes fly wide open and his grip on the beer bottle wavers for just a moment – not enough for it to drop, but enough for Sam’s hand to fly out, just in case it did.

“The day we buried you, she hopped a flight to the middle of Russia,” Bobby explains further, speaking the words as if it’s nothing new to him; as if Dean’s mind hasn’t begun whirling at a million miles an hour, “Went off the grid, no-one’s seen her since. I tried to get in touch, but she wasn’t having it.”

“Wasn’t having… you just let her go?!” Dean is incredulous now – through the exhaustion and his aching muscles, all he’s been waiting for is to see you again. It feels like it’s been a lifetime without you in his arms and all he wants is you there, with him.

“Dean, you know Y/N,” Sam cuts in, shaking his head – he hadn’t known about this, either. He’d known you’d left, but he hadn’t known where, “If she wanted to do something, the combined forces of heaven and hell couldn’t stop her.”

Sam has to restrain himself from mentioning his brother’s flinch at the mention of hell.

“Well, fine. We’ll just have to go get her back.”

“Boy, do you have any idea how massive Russia is? She could be anywhere. All I know is that she flew into Moscow, but after that, she probably picked up a new identity.” Bobby rolls his eyes, sitting back on the couch and regarding the two men in front of him for a few seconds, “We need to find a way to track her.”

“If she’s away from any hunting networks, the only way to do that might be through asking ordinary people. Which would mean…”

Sam looks between Dean and Bobby, watching as their minds roll around to the same conclusion as his.

“I’m on it.” Bobby sighs, pushing himself up from the couch to go and book some flights.

***

Dean leans over to his brother, speaking quietly into his ear, “Do you speak any Russian? At all?”

“Not a word.” The reply comes lowly and Sam glances around, trying to make sense of the cacophony of strange symbols and letters adorning the walls; of the almost manic voices speaking in sounds and tones they can’t make out.

Fortunately, Bobby returns to them quickly - he seems almost at ease, and he gives the boys a confirmatory nod as he approaches.

“She hired a car from that guy. Didn’t bring it back.”

“Sounds like she went far away, then.” Sam infers, prompting a sharp nod from his brother.

“I think I know where she went.” He says quietly – he’d been keeping a sneaking suspicion to himself the whole time, but something you’d mentioned, just once… well, it suddenly makes a whole lot of sense.

***

Fire-hued leaves swirl around your feet as you walk, the chilled autumn wind threatening to slip in past your coat and send a shiver down your spine. It’s oddly peaceful, despite the seemingly everlasting hustle and bustle of St Petersburg – but it’s just nice to hear something that isn’t the deafening silence of your apartment; of your mind.

In fact, on days like today you like to come out and walk through the city, admiring the architecture, even just the atmosphere is enough to pull you in. You’re so lost in your own thoughts that you very nearly bump into someone, only just avoiding the collision – it wasn’t your fault, really. The man had just stopped, stock-still in the middle of the street.

“Ой, простите,” (Oh, sorry) It comes out without you even thinking about it, and you’re halfway to taking another step when the figure breathes out a name; a word in a voice that you never thought you’d hear again.

“Y/N?” Dean whispers, causing you to startle and look up at him as if he’s just grown another head. You recognise him instantly, of course, but… he’s dead. He’s been gone for more than four months. Which is why, before he can ever say another word, he’s on his back with a silver blade poised over his heart.

“What the hell are you?” He’s never heard your voice so hostile, so full of bloodlust, “Hm? Shifter? Demon? You think it’s funny to come here?”

“Y/N, I-“ He begins, but he’s cut off by you pressing the knife against his chest – not enough to break the fabric of his shirt, but enough to remind him that you’re not taking any shit.

“You’re going to regret this, you disgusting lowlife,” You snarl, and raise the blade, all ready to drive it straight into his chest when you’re suddenly dragged backwards, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist and yanking you away from the creature.

You slash and stab, but another hand closes on your wrist, its grip tightening until you’re forced to let go. The blade clatters to the floor, silver shining in the bright sunlight.

“It’s him, Y/N!” Sam’s voice is too loud in your ear, and it takes you a few seconds of rabid struggling to figure out what he’s saying, “It’s Dean! He’s back!”

When you finally stop trying to get out of his grip and tear out the throat of whatever it is, still lying on the ground in front of you, he lets you down. Once your feet are on the floor, though he keeps a hand on your shoulder just in case, you manage to look around – Dean, on the floor, Sam, behind you, and Bobby, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. With uneven, panicked breaths you look between them until Bobby breaks the silence.

“Listen, kid. We did not fly halfway across the world with Dean hyperventilating into a sick bag for you to stab him now. Calm down, let’s talk.”

All you can do is nod, staring unblinkingly at Dean.

***

“Nice place you got here.” Dean comments offhandedly, watching as you place a mug of coffee on the table in front of him and sit down on the opposite couch. After a heartfelt reunion with Sam and Bobby, they’d decided to give the two of you some privacy and go explore the city centre. You’re grateful: you still can’t get your head around this whole thing.

“You’re back.” You say, repeating the only two words you’ve managed to form since you saw him last. He nods, as he did last time, and the time before.

“I came back on the eighteenth.” He tells you, “Found Bobby, collected Sam, then came to find you.”

“How?”

“We don’t know. Demon, probably.” He shrugs, watching as you smell the drink in your hands, decide that you can’t stomach it at the moment, and set it back down on the coffee table.

“But you’re you?” You question, meeting his eyes for the first time – so familiar, so filled with memories, both good and bad. Though there’s something new about him, something heavier and darker. You don’t want to mention it, though, and when he nods, you find yourself releasing a breath that you hadn’t realised you were holding.

“I’m me.” He says, before standing up and crossing over at you – you flinch slightly as he sits down, but he doesn’t make a move to touch you, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I am. But you know why I made the deal and I don’t regret it. The only thing I regret is hurting you.”

When you force yourself to look up at him, his eyes are full of tears and his lower lip trembles just the slightest bit – if you hadn’t spent hours of your life just looking at him, you wouldn’t notice. But you do. Because as much as you want to tell yourself that you can forget him and move on, it would be a lie not only to yourself but to him and his memory.

And before you know it, you’re clinging to him, tears you’ve long withheld soaking into his shirt. His hands run the length of your spine, soothing the shaking of your body as you cry – he’s mildly terrified by your sudden outburst of emotion, especially after seeing you so shellshocked for a good hour, but he supposes it’s better than the anger he’d seen earlier. He holds you until the tears subside, until you can pull yourself away from him long enough to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper – and you mean it. For everything – for running, for hiding, for trying to stab him…

“Don’t be,” He replies, keeping his arm around you, “Don’t be. Ever. Y/N, I- I love you. I’d forgive anything you did.”

“Even if I had stabbed you?”

“Even then.” He nods, his lips curling into an amused smile. Before you can stop yourself, you lean in and press your lips to his – he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, arms circling your waist as he pulls you into his lap. Just being so close to him after so long is enough to send every one of your senses into overload and you find yourself laughing, almost hysterical as you have to pull away.

“Y/N?” Dean quirks an eyebrow in concern, his hands settling on either side of your waist, “What- are you alright?”

All you can do is nod, and choke out, “Never better.”

A Fedal essay. Sort of.

FEDAL

(noun)
A tennis match between Roger Federer and Rafa Nadal. Usually a Grand Slam or Masters Series final. (source: urban dictionary)

Under the word “Fedal” in wikipiedia you will find the article “Federer-Nadal rivalry” x.

That’s official. What urban dictionary or wikipedia don’t mention, it is also a bromance between these two (or like some like it “romance”).


HOW IT OFFICIALLY LOOKS LIKE

First of all, on court Rafa leads 23-11. Most of matches have been on clay and obviously Rafa dominates on clay so naturally H2H is in Rafa’s favour. But Rafa has expressed through years his opinion on Roger. In Rafa’s words:
“If somebody says I am better than Roger, I think this person don’t know nothing about tennis.”

The point is the big tennis rivalries have always been seeded with anger and hate. Look at McEnroe vs. Connors or Sampras vs. Agassi. And this is how the journalists saw Federer vs. Nadal, and how they tried to depict for a while.

But it’s actually different. The relations have changed through years, that’s certain.

Now they both have contract with NIKE, and that definitely was pushed for a friendly rivalry. Both players have a lot of respect to each other:

“I knew from the start that Nadal would become better than me” Roger x

“No way I would be a journalist. You guys have tried to kill Roger -  often. But he’s always come back and proved you wrong. So one thing I  would not do is make the mistake of saying Roger is dead.”
- Rafael Nadal, when asked what he would write about Federer’s decline if he were a journalist

there’s lots more. just google it.

Roger is married and has 4 children, Rafa is in a long time relationship with Maria Francisca Perello. Although around 2006 there were many rumours in press whether they’re gay, gawker was very adamant about it at some point. If it’s true, it’s rather unfair to anyone to be outed.

There are many Roger’s fans who hate Rafa. They are the evil kind. They see Rafa as the one who prevented Roger from being the Greatest Of All Time (GOAT), they think Rafa’s game is too defensive, not as eloquent as Roger’s (yes, you can be eloquent on court, watch Roger playing ffs). They think Rafa pretends only to like Roger and it’s his false modesty speaking every time he praises him, and he does that only to be liked by the press. Listen, you don’t have to ship them. You don’t have to like Rafa. But some Federer fans are evil.

Of course it wasn’t just just love and fluff between these two, we also had a small earthquake, when there was a big issue on the Players council. Newspapers called ‘End of bromance’, fans cried and shouted at each other. 2012 was a difficult year. x

Now we’re back on good, but it’s mostly small matches, charity events or promotionals. Milking cow until they can? I don’t think so.

Tennis-wise now Novak Djokovic dominates tennis. Both Rafa and Roger are getting older. Roger’s last Grand Slam was won in Wimbledon 2012. Rafa struggles not only to beat Novak, but also to keep injury-free.


WHAT FEDAL FANS THINK IS HAPPENING

Okay, let’s put it like this. You either ship it or not. In my experience I learned to enjoy small things, I don’t expect any big announcement to be made in the near future.

But why do people ship Fedal?

Is it the way they stare at each other?


Is it the way they hug at the net?


Is it the way they make each other laugh?

The way they enjoy spending time together?


The way they both care about the sport and doing all the promos?

Sharing clothes?


Blushing in each other’s presence?

I just can’t say.

Sport-wise AND relationship-wise Fedal fans often consider Djokovic as a threat. Some Djokovic try to make Fedole happen, as in Romance between Rafa and Novak. Stop trying to make Fedole happen. It’s not going to happen.

Another thing is the urban dictionary explanation of Fedal, especially the bit on GS/Masters final. Now it’s in the past unfortunatelly and we kinda all miss the glory days, don’t we?

Title: I Like Us Better When We’re Wasted
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Teen & Up and Audiences
Pairings: Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Matuskawa Issei/Hanamaki Takahiro, Minor Kinkuni, Minor Kyouhaba
Words: 784 (1908 total)
Chapters: 2/?
Summary: “Do you secretly hate me -” Oikawa stops dead in his tracks, narrowing his eyes. “You two have to hate me to pull something like this.”
“Don’t be silly, Oikawa, we love you.” Matsukawa grins.
“Not as much as Iwaizumi does, but we still love you.” Hanamaki fist-bumps Matsukawa without even looking, and Iwaizumi disowns every part of him that thought this was a good idea.
Author’s Note: 
Read on AO3


“Well, they’re already here.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes yet again. “Let them in.”

“What, we thought it would be fun!” Hanamaki laughs as he takes off his shoes and takes a seat in the living room next to everyone else. “Don’t look so offended, Oikawa.”

“Do you secretly hate me -” Oikawa stops dead in his tracks, narrowing his eyes. “You two have to hate me to pull something like this.”

“Don’t be silly, Oikawa, we love you.” Matsukawa grins.

“Not as much as Iwaizumi does, but we still love you.” Hanamaki fist-bumps Matsukawa without even looking, and Iwaizumi disowns every part of him that thought this was a good idea.

The two saboteurs take a seat near the second-years, nearly-angelic grins on their faces as if they’re the most innocent people in the world.

“Okay.” Oikawa sucks in a breath before regaining his composure as he looks out at everyone standing on Iwaizumi’s doorstep. “Everyone introduce yourself as you walk in and find a place to sit. We weren’t expecting that many people, so it might be a bit crowded.”

“All right.” That voice is completely unmistakable. “I’m -”

“Everyone already knows who you are, Ushiwaka-chan.”

“So what?” Tendou Satori’s red hair and twisted grin instantly bring a new reckless feeling into Iwaizumi’s house. “You told everyone to introduce themselves.”

“Shut up, Tendou.” Oikawa rolls his eyes.

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Powerless (El Diablo x Reader)

A/N. This bitch is over 5000 words long, so prepare yourselves. The goal is for it to be three parts in total, and i’ve already started part two, so be ready for that (considering how long they are though, it could be a few days). I love this character, and he deserved better, so be prepared for more stuff for him. alright, I hope you guys like this, enjoy!


The locker room went from almost painfully loud to dead silent in under a second. Every man in the room turned to look at (y/n) as she threw her duffel bag into her locker and began to change. She was used to it. Instead of responding she pulled on her uniform jacket, clipped her belt around her hip, and crouched to lace up her boots, all without looking at the men surrounding her.

There weren’t a lot of women who worked as guards for Belle Reve prison, but even so there was a women’s locker room just down the hall. As a prank– which she later learned happened to every woman on her first day– (y/n) had been assigned a locker in the men’s room. Griggs, and a few of the other men, were hoping to get a laugh or two out of it, but when she changed without complaint, and without giving them anything to look at, they knew the charade had failed.

“(Y/l/n)!” Griggs barked, hoping to at least make her jump. Instead she turned slowly to look at him. He hated this woman already. “I’m Commander Griggs, your superior. Are you aware you’re in the wrong locker room?”

She raised an eyebrow when a couple men snickered around her, but gave him a pleasant smile. “I’m sorry, I must have gotten the wrong locker number. I’ll make sure to have that changed. I hope I didn’t make anyone uncomfortable.” Her sharp eyes swept the room, and more then a few of the men shifted under her gaze. “And technically I serve Amanda Waller. This transfer is only temporary.”

Griggs smiled at that. “Because you were caught fucking your boss.”

That got a reaction from her. A blush spread from the tips of her ears down her neck, but instead of lowering head her eyes hardened and she gritted her teeth. “Yes sir.”

Griggs’s smile grew. She may have outranked him once, but now she was his, and she had best remember that. He would make her remember. “Perfect. Right this way, let’s introduce you to the inmates.”

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After Trump

I recently got a call from a political analyst in Washington. “Trump is dropping like a stone,” he said, convincingly. “After Election Day, he’s history.”

I think Trump will lose the election, but I doubt he’ll be “history.”

Defeated presidential candidates typically disappear from public view. Think Mitt Romney or Michael Dukakis.

But Donald Trump won’t disappear. Trump needs attention the way normal people need food. 

For starters, he’ll dispute the election results. He’s already warned followers “we better be careful because that election is going to be rigged and I hope the Republicans are watching closely, or it’s going to be taken away from us.“

His first campaign ad, released last week, features an image of a polling site with the word “rigged” flashing onscreen less than two seconds after the spot begins.

Trump won’t have any legal grounds to stand on – this election won’t be a nail-biter like 2000 – but his goal won’t be to win in court. It will be to sow enough doubt about the legitimacy of Hillary Clinton’s election that he can continue to feed paranoia on the right.

A recent Pew Research Center survey shows even now, 51 percent of Mr. Trump’s supporters have little or no confidence in the accuracy of the vote count nationally. That’s a big change from supporters of the defeated Republican nominees in 2004 and 2008.

Reportedly, Trump is also considering launching his own media network. He’s already hired two of the nation’s most infamous right-wing fight promoters – Roger Ailes, the founder and former CEO of Fox News, and Stephen Bannon, the pugilistic former head of Brietbart News – who’d take to such an enterprise like alligators to mud.

According to one source, Trump’s rationale is that, “win or lose, we are onto something here. We’ve triggered a base of the population that hasn’t had a voice in a long time.”

Triggered indeed. Many of them angry and bigoted before his campaign, Trump supporters have only become more so under his tutelage.

The poison has even seeped down to America’s children. A Southern Poverty Law Center survey of 2,000 school teachers recently found Trump’s campaign producing an “alarming level of fear and anxiety among children of color” and inflaming racial and ethnic tensions in the classroom. “Teachers have noted an increase in bullying, harassment and intimidation of students whose races, religions or nationalities have been the verbal targets … on the campaign trail.” 

Most likely to remain after Trump are the economic anxieties Trump exploited. Globalization and technological displacement will continue to rip away the underpinnings of the bottom half of the population, creating fodder for another demagogue. 

The real problem isn’t globalization or technological change per se. It’s that America’s moneyed interests won’t finance policies necessary to reverse their consequences – such as a first-class education for all the nation’s young, wage subsidies that bring all workers up to a livable income, a massive “green” jobs program, and a universal basic income.

Hillary Clinton hasn’t proposed anything remotely on this scale, and House Republicans (who will almost certainly remain in power) wouldn’t go along anyway.

After Trump, our politics seems likely remain as polarized as before – but divided less between traditional right and left than between establishment and anti-establishment.

Trump will leave the GOP sharply split between its corporate donor class and its working class. Clinton will preside over a party divided only somewhat less dramatically between its own donor class and an increasingly vocal progressive base.

Which raises an intriguing, if unlikely, scenario. What if Trump’s authoritarian populists join with progressive populists to form an anti-establishment third party dedicated to getting big money out of American politics?

The combination could prove an invincible force for wresting back the economy and democracy from the moneyed interests.

It’s not impossible. This has been the strangest election year in modern history, partly because such a large swath of Americans – Republicans, Democrats, and Independents – have concluded the system is rigged in favor of the privileged and powerful.

Trumpism will continue after Trump loses. The open question is whether anything good can be salvaged from its wreckage.

You know, can’t we just all agree that we love Danganronpa for what it is? I’m not talking about ships. I mean the main plot of it. Hope and Despair. Who else is waiting for an art book to come out? I really hope they make one. The animation is really well done and it’s nice seeing everyone animated.

Anyway… I’m not bashing ships or anything. Not trying to offend anyone by saying a ship is better than another. I don’t like the word “canon”. In fact, I hardly even use the term. Some people use that word as if it’s a set in stone deal that two characters can only be paired with each other and not anyone else outside the ship or by putting them in a heterosexual/homosexual relationship is a bad thing.

I posted some screenshots of Ultimate Imposter and Mikan and said that I thought it would be nice if they went out sometime. Now, they don’t have many moments together, but I liked the small connection they got going on. Again, who Ultimate Imposter truly is, we don’t know. We don’t know his/her gender. We can assume that Ultimate Imposter is a guy, but there’s still a lot we don’t know about them. Someone replied, “Mikan is gay…”.

Okay? Last time I checked, there wasn’t any kind of law book saying that Mikan can’t be shipped in heterosexual relationships. Some people ship her with Hajime and some with Nagito. Heck, even Ibuki too and that’s fine.

The way I ship characters is… 1) if I think they suit each other and 2) if it looks cute (I’m all about cute romance and fluff). If you don’t like Mikan being in heterosexual ships, good for you. No one cares. I’m sorry to say that, but no one cares. They’re fictional characters. They don’t exist. *in Monokuma’s voice* Cuz it’s a game! It’s just an anime! Ahahahahahahaha!

*clears throat* Anyway, if you don’t like a particular ship, good for you. Everyone has their likes and dislikes. However, there’s a difference between giving reasons why you don’t like it and saying that a ship is cancer/trash/disgusting/toxic etc. You can be an adult about it or you can be a whiny five-year-old. Up to you. I don’t ship KomaHina, but I don’t go around sending death threats and ranting about why this ship is trash. I don’t like all the over sexualized fan art of them, but it can be cute sometimes.  I have read some doujins of the two that don’t involve sex.

I have nothing against yaoi or yuri. I ship in both areas. I also ship outside of both areas and that’s okay. I’m not homophobic or heterophobic or whatever people are calling it these days. If I like it, I ship it. If I don’t like it, I move on.

Anywho, I went on long enough. Doubt anyone will read this, but just wanted to my thoughts out. If for some reason this offended anyone…. Welp, it shouldn’t.

Giving it Up (Part 2)

part 1

wanting to see your husband compete at the olympics aka nathan says no 

word count: 2,187

“I still can’t decide,” Nathan says looking over two of the same yellow paint samples. You playfully roll your else at him, “oh come on they’re the exact same color!” He scoffs at you. “The color of our child’s room is resting in our hands and you’re treating this like a joke.”  

The last couple of months had been a whirlwind, between doctor’s appointments, getting used to being out of the water, and Olympic trials you barely had time to catch your breath. There was only a short period of time you had left to spend with Nathan before he went to training camp so you were both trying to fill it with as much baby planning as you could. Besides your feelings of jealousy at the beginning of the pregnancy everything for the most part was smooth sailing between you and Nathan. Well, except for one thing.

“So what time is your flight on Tuesday?”

Nathan’s eyes go up a bit; trying to recollect what time it was he would be departing for training. “Hm, I think maybe around 6?”

“And how long after that do you leave for Rio without me?” As soon as the question’s out of your mouth Nathan sighs. “We’ve been over this.”

“I’m sure we can figure something out.” You say, desperately wanting to travel to Rio to see your husband and all of your friends compete on the world’s biggest stage.

“We really can’t,” Nathan says and walks away from you into kitchen trying to end the conversation not wanting to fight about it anymore. The smooth sailing was in motion; at least it was until you both encountered the discussion of traveling to the Olympics.

There had been multiple warnings of the Zika virus in Brazil and if contracted how it can affect people who come into contact with it, it harming pregnant women especially. You had spent hours arguing over it, Nathan of course clearly against you traveling with him. You tried and tried to play the “I’ve given up my career at least let me go watch” card, but unfortunately his stance hadn’t changed or altered in any way. Convincing him that it probably wasn’t as serious as people were portraying it didn’t work either. You in a way had both silently agreed to leave it at that and not bring it up unless it was completely necessary. However now that you had brought it back up, it was only a matter of time before borderline shouting began.

“Nathan if you’ll just listen to me for one second.” You try putting more authority in your voice, wanting him to really pay attention to your case. It doesn’t do anything, “I can listen to you all day, but it really doesn’t change what’s going on and what the outcome’s going to be.”

You frown at him; “you honestly don’t want me to be with you in Rio? Supporting you? Cheering you on?” For what must have been the thousandth time, Nathan sighs and shakes his head at you. “Of course I want you there, but it’d be much better having you here at home, knowing you and the baby are safe.”

You avert your eyes away from him, not wanting him to see how much you still disagreed with him. However, there’s no such he luck and he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“Do you really feel like you going is more important then our baby’s life?”

Of course you didn’t think that, not in a million years. Inherently you just felt very needy when it came to swimming, and missing it really made it kick into gear. Even though you knew going to Rio could possibly put the baby at risk you still had a strong want to go and that alone made you feel terrible. However, you didn’t reply to Nathan just kept a large waft of silence between you two.

“Right, okay.” Nathan says bitterly, “I’m going out then.” You watch him grab his coat and keys from the kitchen as he heads out the front door, not forgetting to slam it in the process.

When Tuesday finally rolled around the fight between you and Nathan hadn’t dwindled. You barely had said anything to one another in Nathan’s couple of last days before seeing him again at the end of August. The last thing Nathan had said before heading to training camp was, “See you later,” to which you replied with, “have fun.”

That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Originally you and Nathan were supposed to be getting on that plane together, but now you were supposed to be his support system. He was what mattered to you the most, and you were supposed to be sending him off in excitement, wishing him the best luck at the Olympics not just saying, “have fun.”

The weeks leading up to the Olympics you sent Nathan a large amount of texts and called him multiple times to which he replied, but it definitely seemed like he was still upset with you. You weren’t sure what it was that you could do to bring things back to normal besides heading on a plane to Rio to surprise him. Which of course would only make the situation worse. You figured the hostility still present between you and Nathan was due to the combined stress of competing in the games and the at home drama. You out of everyone knew he needed to be more than focused for the upcoming weeks.

It was hard for you, finding things to keep you occupied around the house. You were so used to either being in the pool or going to meets with Nathan that you weren’t exactly sure what to do. All of your friends swam, many of them in the same position as Nathan so finding company wasn’t very easy. You also attempted to just focus on baby things, but it felt wrong doing anything without Nathan.

You hadn’t actually really left the house until the Wednesday before the opening ceremony of the Rio games. You planned on having a viewing party for the first day of competition for Nathan, inviting over some of his non-swimming friends and a few others over. You knew that you needed to go to the store and pick some things up before then.

On the drive to the grocery store you made sure to make a mental note of everything that was completely necessary to buy. Halting at the stop sign just down the street from your home, you felt your mind wonder from one thing to the next until you felt your body jolted a bit forward. Looking in your rearview mirror, you see a man stepping out of his car behind you. You have got to be kidding me, you think to yourself. You follow the man’s movements and do the same.

After exchanging information you decide to shoot Nathan a quick text

Hey just got in a little accident with the car so don’t be surprised when the insurance goes up

As instantly as you send the text you feel your phone vibrate with an incoming call from your husband.

“What’s going on? Are you okay? Is everything okay? Have you gone to the doctor’s yet to make sure the baby’s okay?” All of the words shoot out of his mouth quickly and you barely have a chance to process his words. “Everything’s fine. It was just a small fender bender. Nothing to ward a doctor’s visit.”

“No, no, no. You have to go. Just to make sure.”

“Nathan, it’s not that big of a deal. If I knew this would get you so worked up I wouldn’t have even texted you.” You sigh, hearing a few honks from drivers behind you since you were illegally parked. “I’m glad you did! Do you need me to come back?”

You opened your mouth stunned, “What?”

He repeats himself, “Do you need me to come back?”

Here he was only a couple of days from competing in his third Olympic games and asking if you needed him to come back home after the most minimal car accident one has ever had in their life.

Nathan was really willing to give it all up for you and the baby. You finally understood why he was so upset and broken about your Rio fight. He felt himself willing to do anything and be self-sacrificing for your family, while you were always half in. You needed to be willing to throw yourself in. You only continue to put yourself first; you didn’t have a right to do that anymore.

“No of course not. I’ll head to the doctor’s office now.” You tell him and you hear him let out a breath as though he’s been holding it this entire time you’ve two been in limbo.

“Thank you.” There’s a pause and you almost feel yourself breaking down. “I’m so sorry babe. I-I’ve been so selfish this entire time and I haven’t been giving enough.” Your words come out like vomit.

“What are you talking about? You gave up Rio and your career, you gave up everything.” Nathan says, clearly trying to soothe you.

“Sure, but I’ve been treating those things like they’re the most important thing I have, but they’re not. You and this baby are the most important things to me. Nothing else.”

“I love you.” Nathan says simply, and with that you know the difficulties between you two have disappeared. “And I love you,” you begin but are soon cut off by another honk, “but I have to go because I’m actually breaking the law right now.”

He laughs, “Sounds perfect.”

“I’ll talk to you later tonight, I love you so much.”

“Bye babe. Love you.” He responds

Hanging up, you take a deep breath in finally thankful that this was over. You could now focus on the baby and rooting on your husband from afar. Moving your hand to your stomach you rub it once, “everything is okay.”

You checked your phone once more to make sure you had the correct time. Nathan was supposed to be getting off that airplane any minute and you wanted to make sure he would see you right away. In your hands you have a large sign that says “Welcome Home Nathan!” along with a couple of embarrassing photos of him glued to the paper.

The woman at the gate announces to those waiting that the plane doors were beginning to open and the passengers would be out soon. Your heart raced anxiously, not only were you excited to see your husband after his amazing stint in Rio, but you had some news.

When the doors opened and people began to filter out, you spotted him instantly. Your heart warmed at how cuddly and snuggable he looked in his grey sweat pants and Nike jacket. You throw up the sign in your hands and shake it until he sees. When he sets his eyes on it he rolls his eyes playfully and smiles. Dropping the sign you immediately run to him to feel his arms around you, when he engulfs you in a loving hug you can’t believe how long you’ve gone without his touch and without his warmth.

Letting go of each other you look up at him, “I’m so happy your home.”

He gives you his beautiful big grin and places his hand on your stomach, “Me too. I missed you and this little one so much.”

“Actually about that… I have something I need to tell you.” At your words he takes a step back for you as if preparing himself for bad news, “Is something wrong?”

You shake your head with a smile, “No not at all. Her and I are just very proud of you.”

Nathan’s eyes widen, “Her?”

You give him a smile and nod. With that he picks you up and twirls you around in delight with word that you’re having a girl. He places his lips on yours and you can’t help but smile once again. You break apart, “I know we talked about waiting but it kind of just slipped out of the doctor’s mouth.”

“No, no. I’m glad you told me. Coming home to that and you makes those medals look like nothing.” He winks at you and grabs your hand. “I guess we have some more planning to do.”

He nods his head, “Right, but without a doubt she’s going to be the smartest girl at Berkeley.” At that you stop walking and cross your arms, “Nathan!”

He keeps walking and looks behind you, “Come on babe, don’t want to get left behind with that Stanford brain of yours.” Rolling your eyes you catch up with him and reach of his hand.

You both head out of the airport and home together discussing the retention rates of Berkley vs. Stanford and vice versa. You can’t help but feel as though giving up swimming for now was the best decision you could have made for what you were going to get in the future.

Our Girl

Request: I’ve a request for you. There’s a few fics of Richard Speight/reader and of Rob Benedict/reader. I’ve got one for us girls that just can’t choose between the two of them. Rob/Rich/Reader I’ve yet to see one of those. The smuttier the better but if you’re not comfortable doing smut that involves two guys a clean one is better than nothing

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Classes start tomorrow, so I’ll work on the remaining requests when I can :) I saw that quite a few people got this same request, so if you write one of these tag me! Writing this just really made me realize how much I actually want to read it. Hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader x Richard Speight Jr.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, double penetration, threesome, explicit language, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 8769 (yeah you read that shit right)

Tagging: @sammyxorae @family-business-forever @totallysupernaturaloneshots @ashiewesker @negansgrimes @my-wayward-fandoms @hudine @lamthetwickster @owlluver @audreyholmes13 @crowleysprincess159 @seirensou @concentratedsassandcandy @bellastellaluna @baritonechick @just-a-touch-of-crowley @that-fanboy-doe @magnificentcherryblossomscreams @tumbleboof

Originally posted by lolabradbury

“Lay your weary head to rest! Don’t you cry no more!” The crowd’s enthusiastic singing filled the theater with a booming frequency, one that sent chills down your spine. It was Friday night, which meant it was party time, and your best friends, Rob and Rich, took that very seriously.

“Thank you, Friday people! You’ve made the first day of this convention incredible! Keep the energy up!” Richard shouted into the microphone, crossing the stage with an energized bounce in his step, his Game of Thrones costume hardly slowing him down.

As the rock music continued to blare, you felt someone step beside you, soft material brushing against your arm. You turned to look at Rob, who donned a full Khaleesi costume, dragon and all. Even though you had helped him into the costume quite a few times, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sight.

Rob immediately threw his arms around you, lifting you and swinging you with a laugh, drawing cheers from the crowd.

“Oh, I want in on this!” Rich’s voice sounded a moment later as he came to Rob’s aid, immediately throwing himself at you to sandwich you between him and Rob. He wrapped his arms around Rob, grasping his friend’s back as the other followed suit, crushing you between their bodies.

“Really, guys?” You managed to breathe out, your hands trapped against Rich’s chest, which was rumbling with uncontrollable laughter. You could hear the crowd getting a kick out of your misfortune too.

“Whose hat is that? I know that isn’t yours,” Rich pointed out, eyes flashing down to the black baseball cap you wore backwards.

You smiled innocently, hearing a soft laugh from Rob. Maybe you had stole it off of Rich’s bed while he was finishing getting dressed in the bathroom. The three of you shared things all of the time. It was just a natural part of your friendship.

“Gee, Rich, someone’s been acting up lately,” Rob commented, the microphone catching his words and displaying them for all to hear. There were definitely a few whistles and catcalls within the responding screams and cheers.

“Uh oh. What are we going to do about that?” Rich replied, glancing over your shoulder to share an amused smirk with Rob.

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Better Off

Summary: Six months have passed since Steve found out you’re in love with him and the two of you haven’t talked since. Steve hasn’t been the same without you in his life and begins to wonder if he’s in love with you too [Sequel to Good Enough]. Modern!AU

Word Count: 908

Warnings: Angst

A/N: So yeah, I decided to write a follow-up to Good Enough and it’s loosely inspired by the song “Closer” by The Chainsmokers. I hope you guys like it!

Originally posted by irishkhaleesi26

“Hey, it’s me again. I just want to know how you’re doing. It’s been a while since we’ve talked, you know?” Steve took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut before speaking up again. “I really miss you, (Y/N). Just please call me back.” Placing his phone on the counter, Steve rubbed his temples and he maintained his composure, not letting his emotions get the best of him. It has been six months since he talked to you and during those six months, Steve suddenly changed. Without you in his life, he didn’t feel the same way anymore. When he lost you, he lost himself too.

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For The Love Of Cake pt. 1

Word Count: 1,308

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x awkard, cupcake making!reader

A/N: This is the first of three, and I hope you like it.

Part Two!

Originally posted by esraa1993

It was a Saturday afternoon.

She had slept in, ignoring the bright, midday sun pouring through half-opened blinds. A long groan escaped her lips as she stretched, shaking the sleep from her bones. The first thing she did was check her phone that sat on her bedside table; but it wasn’t a surprise that all she saw staring back at her was the time and the picture of her favorite actor that she had set as her background.

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Boyfriend/Hubby!Mingyu

Originally posted by jeonlyu

  • It takes a while for him to get super comfortable
  • I’d say about a year into the relationship would he be most comfortable in showing you every aspect about him
  • It starts out slow in the beginning with the “general” stuff like his favorite color.
  • The months will slowly creep by and hell tell you about his family, friends, his work, etc.
  • Finally a year will have passed and Mingyu is telling you all about his fears, secrets, and any thought that just happens to pop into his head.
  • You two are really close almost all of time
  • I see Mingyu as one of those people who gets really “dependent” (for a lack of better words) on his significant other
  • Day to day life would be harder on him without you there
  • That being said he hates being apart from you for months on end
  • Even the boys have a hard time keeping him distracted from your missing presence
  • It’s probably okay for like the first month of the tour, but he really is counting down the days till he can see you again
  • The two of you have physical ways to count off the days until you can see each other again face to face
  • Mingyu isn’t the type of guy to carry around a day planner
  • But he buys one and uses it just to keep track of how many days till he can see you
  • I mean this boy has the date highlighted and circled
  • There’s even a little picture of the two of together at one corner and written across it is “Finally get to see Y/N” and hes even got millions of hearts in the tiny little box and all around it
  • It’s the day of his return and your impatiently waiting for Mingyu to text you that his flight is landed and hes on his way to baggage claim
  • You’ve been placed in a waiting area that’s usually reserved for celebrities and idols, but you were placed in because of your ties to Mingyu
  • It was actually Mingyu’s doing
  • He wanted you safe and away from any fans that might want to hurt you (though they’re almost always supportive of you and Mingyu, its just that .01%)
  • You didn’t mind; all you wanted to do was see Mingyu and wrap your arms around his torso and breathe him in
  • You finally receive the text and rush out the door with the security guard quickly chasing after you
  • But your legs wouldn’t stop until you saw him
  • And then you did
  • Mingyu had his bag and luggage trailing behind him as he walked past baggage claim his eyes searching around for your’s
  • And then he sees you and the whole moment is in standstill
  • The sound of his luggage hitting the ground makes a loud “POP” and then the two of you were running
  • A few tears drip out of your eyes as you rush towards him and collide with him
  • He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and swinging you in a circle
  • His face is alight with life and joy, reflecting the same emotions you were feeling
  • Your foreheads touch as the two of you catch what little breath you could\
  • “Hi babe”
  • “Hi Mingie”
  • “I missed you so much”
  • “I missed you to, but shut up and kiss me”
  • Dnkfwitbjejrjr omfg soooo cuteee
  • And now your lips are touching and your just so light headed and happy drunk
  • Mingyu’s scent and life just encase you in a tight cocoon and you think to yourself that “No one can be as happy as me at this single moment”
  • Mingyu is the type to write you cute little notes and leave them for you to find all around the house
  • He even leaves them in the lunch he prepared for you
  • OOOOOHHHHH YES, YOU READ CORRECTLY
  • That boy prepares you lunch (almost) everyday and its some damn good lunch too
  • He does most of the cooking too
  • And some days you try to help, but it usually ends up in hot make out sessions and a large mess in the kitchen
  • But omfg alfnfkd I need to go cry about how cute this is

~Willow

I hope you enjoyed!~

Other Mingyu AUs:

Crushing!Mingyu

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Attention Seeker

Request: Tell me why, when i tried looking for your blog, i almost paniced because i couldn’t find your blog. Omg. And can you do a scenerio with Jimin and dating him while he is a star but the fans get in the way? Angsty and maybe fluff? Thank you! ❤❤

Originally posted by sugaglos

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 2.100

Warning: really offensive and hurtful phrases, which sadly have been said to real celebrities via social media

A/N: so this is the angsty part! if you’d rather have a fluffy ending, then you should go check that one out heheh


She’s so cringe worthy omg

*puking*

(Y/N)’s trash tbh

i don’t like (Y/N), she should go kill herself

#RIPArmy Jimin deserves so much better

(Y/N) and Jimin… ew

Your eyes scanned over all those hurtful comments left under a selfie Jimin had posted of you two on BTS’s official Twitter page. Plenty more followed, most of them being really degrading and bashful.

You wanted to stop reading them, you wanted to stop feeling the pain, you wanted to stop being hated so much. But you couldn’t, your eyes always drifting back to the comments Armys left under the picture, making tears well up in your eyes and your stomach twist.

They don’t hate you for you (Y/N), you said to yourself. They’re hurt because you’re dating their idol, their everything and they’re scared he might love them less if you’re in the way.

Tears rolled down your cheeks and sobs escaped your lips as you pressed your eyes shut and tried to forget all those hurtful words. Your fingers clenched into a fist, digging your nails into your skin, leaving deep marks.

This wasn’t the first time that fans had sent you hate comments. Basically every time a picture of you appeared somewhere, they would leave their comment, being especially nasty if it was a picture of you with a member of Bangtan. You didn’t understand it though. Before you started dating Jimin, you were a fan, too. You had a fan account on Twitter dedicated to Bangtan. You were an Army, you were one of them. Why would they hate you that much? Why would they hate someone who made their favorite person happy?

Your thoughts were cut off when you heard your door bell ring and you immediately got up, wiping your hands over your face, to hide the fact that you had been crying. Not that it helped much, as you noticed your red and puffy eyes as you walked past the mirror.

You sighed in exhaustion and opened your front door, revealing a happy faced Jimin, grinning from ear to ear and holding a bouquet of roses in his hands. He was about to say something when he noticed your fake smile and puffy face. Instantly he came closer to you, closing the door behind him and holding you in a tight hug.

“What happened?”, he whispered into your hair, leaving a soft kiss. You snuggled deeper into his embrace, remembering all the cruel comments and silent tears made their way down your face onto his shirt. You slightly shook your head, signaling Jimin that you didn’t want to talk about it. He loved his fans to death and knowing what they were saying to you would break his heart.

He believed in the good of people. He believed that if they saw how happy he was, they’d be happy, too. If they’d see how the rest of Bangtan loved you, they’d love you, too. He believed that would be enough for them to accept you and love you like he did. Jimin didn’t know how much hate you got through all social media and sometimes even in real life. He didn’t know how some fans had already destroyed your bike which was standing in front of your apartment complex, leaving ripped and burned pictures of you and Jimin scattered on the floor. He didn’t know how many letters you got sent to your home or placed on the staircase, sending you death threats and other kinds of profanities.

You never told him.

You never told him because he’d be worried for you and do something that might make him look bad in front of the media and his fans. You wanted him to stay the happy and cheerful little cutie he was and not worry about what his fans were doing to you. You knew from the very start of your relationship that those things might happen, so it wasn’t his fault. He shouldn’t have to deal with that.

Jimin slowly parted from you and gently put his finger underneath your chin, making you look up at him.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”, he asked in concern. “I’d love to say that my surprise got you so emotional but I guess that’s not it”, he said jokingly.

You chuckled slightly and shook your head. “No it’s not that but I really love the roses”, Jimin handed them to you and you two parted fully so you could place them on the counter, before grabbing a vase and filling water in it.

“Then what is it?”, he said, standing next to you by the counter.

“Don’t worry Jimin, I’m okay. It’s just a weird day today”, you tried to excuse your behavior and gave him a weak fake smile. He didn’t fall for it though and gave you a skeptic look. Your phone suddenly buzzed and you flinched, knowing that it might be another hate comment being sent directly at you.

Jimin noticed your odd reaction and walked over to grab your phone before you could stop him. He unlocked it and read the messages you had been reading before as you hadn’t bothered to close the tab and delete it.

“Jimin no please!”, you begged him, trying to get your phone back but he tightened his grip, not letting go of your device. As you saw his eyes go wide and complete shock spreading on his face, new tears formed in the corner of your eyes and you slowly sat down on a chair. 

Suddenly he burst out into laughter, making you look up in confusion. He had dropped down onto the floor, laughing so hard that tears started to well up in his eyes. You didn’t understand what was going on. Did he not just read the comments? Why was he laughing like that?

“Jimin? Why are you laughing?”, you asked hesitantly. 

He tried to calm himself which only succeeded partly and managed to choke out “These tweets are hilarious, our fans have such a great sense of humor”.

Your jaw dropped and you thought you might have misheard what he had just said. You straightened your posture and leaned forward a bit.

“What did you just say?”, you asked innocently, raising your eyebrows questioningly.

Jimin slowly got up and moved over to where you were sitting, still catching his breath and chuckling. “I said”, he started, before taking a deep breath. “Army are hilarious, they have a great sense of humor.”

He started sitting down next to you but you quickly got up and stared at him. So you hadn’t misheard him.

“Are you kidding me? Are you being for real now? Do you really think these comments are just some sick joke?”, you asked him furiously. He couldn’t be this blind. He just couldn’t.

His eyes went wide but then a smile spread on his lips. “Of course it’s a joke (Y/N). Army would never say those things and mean it. They love me, they’d never hurt my loved ones like that”, he chuckled and tried to grab your hand but you ripped it away.

“You don’t get it Jimin. You really don’t get it”, you sighed in disbelief. “I’ve been hiding these kinds of comments from you since we started dating. Your fans send me stuff like this EVERY DAY”, you exclaimed, raising your hands. “My social media is full with these disrespectful words, hating not only me but all my friends and family”, tears started to stream down your face.

Jimin looked surprised from your reaction and quickly made his way towards you. “No, you totally misinterpret them (Y/N). These are Army you are talking about. They don’t mean these things. They love you babe, don’t cry”, he tried to hug you but you backed away, shoving him off you.

“Stop defending them! You don’t know what they did to me!”, you screamed out in frustration, more tears welling up in your eyes from reliving the traumatizing events. “I tried to hide it all from you because I knew - no I thought - you’d get so disappointed and your whole view on your fans would be destroyed. I didn’t want you to think less of them just because they feel like they need to scare me away in order to protect you. But now I know that even though you know, you don’t believe they could be this cruel”, you started sobbing.

“Do you know what they did to me Jimin?”, he silently shook his head, giving you the sign to continue. You swallowed hard.

“First it was only the messages online. Message like you just read. But then when I wouldn’t leave, they’d start sending me death threats via mail. They’d leave cards on the porch or in the staircase, mentioning the best ways to kill myself or just saying what a bad person I am. Then they started vandalizing, crashing my bike, burning up pictures of us in front of the apartment building and spray painting hate messages on the walls. Whenever I’d go out, someone would be waiting there, ready to yell in my face what a disgrace I am and how I don’t deserve you. Sometimes they throw stuff at me, like eggs or tomatoes or anything like that. I went through all of that without saying a word because I didn’t want to hurt you. I wanted to protect you and love your fans unconditionally because they need your love, Jimin. But so do I”, you fell to your knees and sobbed harder, putting your hands in front of your face, your stomach tightening by the thought of all the horror you went through for Jimin.

Jimin stood there and didn’t move. He had been quiet the whole time, looking at you motionless. Now he stared at you blankly, not even flinching.

“You’re a liar”, he stated. You looked up, outraged and clenching your hands into fists. “My fans would never do those things. They don’t have a reason to. You’re only jealous because I spend so much time away with them and can’t give you enough attention”, he continued, words full of disgust.

New tears of anger formed in your eyes and you got up from your knees, facing him. “Are you saying that I just randomly invented all of this because I need your attention?”, you spat.

He nodded. “Of course. It’s all a little bit too dramatic to be true, isn’t it?”, Jimin laughed and turned away, to sit back down on the couch.

“Stop”, you coldly said. Jimin froze and looked at you confused. 

“What? It’s not like I’m going to make a big deal out of it (Y/N). I understand that I need to give you more attention, so come over here and cuddle with me”, he smiled gently. 

You couldn’t believe what he said. The sweet and caring Jimin, you knew as your boyfriend was gone and an ignorant asshole was now standing in your apartment. You didn’t know what to do. Obviously he didn’t believe you and all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry.

“Stop”, you repeated. “Don’t you dare take a seat on my couch. So you don’t believe me at all? Even though you’ve seen the tweets?”

Jimin laughed. “No I don’t believe you.”

“Then get out of my apartment”, you stated coldly, moving out of the way and signaling towards the door.

“What? Are you crazy?”, he asked in confusion. “I just said I understand you, why would you kick me out?”

“I’m not kicking you out, I’m breaking up with you Jimin”, you whispered, making his eyes grow wide and his jaw drop. “You rather defend your fans than to believe your girlfriend even though you have the proof right in front of your face. So get out and don’t contact me ever again.”

Jimin rolled his eyes at you and walked past you. He stopped at the doorway and turned around to face you. “You know you’re being really dramatic right now, right? Quit the games and face reality. I love you (Y/N), why would you let something like this break us apart?”

You closed your eyes at his words, making you feel like he slammed a knife right into your heart. “Don’t say those three words if you don’t mean it Jimin”, you breathed out and gently shoved him out of the door. 

“I hope it was worth it believing in your fans rather than your girlfriend”, you said while closing the door on his face, gliding down and erupting into deep sobs.

Better Watch That Mouth

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you’d feel like writing a Crowley x Reader where reader is turned on by seeing demons flash their eyes.

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected smut (please be safe), explicit language

Word Count: 4438

There was enough tension in your mind and body to bring you to your knees, but you kept walking through Hell’s hallways, two demons at your side. Your wrists were bound by iron cuffs, their weight making your very bones ache. So, you got in a bit of trouble. Demon trouble. You were just establishing yourself as an experienced hunter until you fell into one of Crowley’s traps, putting you in the current bad situation. “Oh, come on, guys. I’m sure Crowley is way too busy to see me,” you tried to coax your way out of being brought to Crowley for your intended punishment for slicing and dicing your way through his supply of minions.

“Shut it,” one of the demons snapped, smacking his hand against the back of your head.

You stumbled forward a bit from the sharp blow, your eyes immediately narrowing in anger. “Try that again and I’ll rip your-”

“There you are. I was starting to worry that she had staked you two idiots to the wall and escaped,” a familiar voice broke through your threat, forcing three pairs of eyes onto the approaching King of Hell. He stopped a few feet in front of you, a daring look within those hazel eyes. “Y/N, wish we were meeting under different circumstances, but you insist on pissing me off,” Crowley murmured, blinking once to flash those crimson eyes of his, an angered warning in the action. He blinked once more, and the normal hazel coloring returned.

Something stirred within you at the sight of those demonic eyes, heat flaring beneath the surface. There was something about that brief switch in appearance that made your breath hitch, a certain energy churning in the pit of your stomach. However, with it being the King of Hell in front of you, you forced that sudden feeling of arousal away and focused on trying to save your ass from damnation. “I’m just doing my job, like you do yours. So, if you minded your own business we wouldn’t have this problem,” you mouthed off right to his face, expressing a look of defiance. Maybe pissing him off even more wasn’t the best way to ensure your escape, but it did amuse you to no end.

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Out of all the people in Overwatch, I don’t think I expected Junkrat to have the largest amount of ships. 

The most popular one (on this website) is Roadrat, with Symmrat a good second (probably.) But whereas most characters have one or two ships tied to them, Junkrat has a lot. 

Oh yes, this Dirty Boy gets around. 

I’ve seen Junkrat and Mei, Junkrat and Reinhardt, Junkrat and Tracer, Junkrat and Zenyatta, for fuck’s sake. If it exists in the Overwatch universe, Junkrat is shipped with it. 

And the only reason I bring attention to it is because I feel like Blizzard attempted to make him the least…. attractive (for lack of a better word) character. 
I mean he’s covered in soot, is on fire, has got a crazy joker-esque smile, and, to top it all off, is a wanted criminal for exploding things. Like a lot of things. 
An entire Skyscraper, to be exact, and who knows how much more. 

But that doesn’t stop people pairing him off like it was going out of style. 
And I think it’s a beautiful little commentary of modern times;

Take the most unlikely character and give him, well, everything. 

Word Count: 532

Triggers: None

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Nate and Sophie were out on a date, so Eliot, Hardison, and Parker were just hanging out around the restaurant. Hardison was working making the coms better; Parker was scaling the ceiling – again. Eliot was fixing dinner.

“What do you guys want?”

“I’m good – I got my gummy frogs, I got my orange soda.” Hardison said absentmindedly. “And Parker ate like a pound of chocolate, which is why she’s bouncing off the walls – literally.” He chuckled at that and glanced up at his girlfriend.

“You two need to eat some actual food – not just gummy frogs and orange soda.” Eliot was practically outraged. They ran a food establishment and yet neither of them had had a decent meal in what felt like forever.

“Don’t forget the chocolate!” Parker squealed as she sailed back down from the ceiling. Eliot rolled his eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work. He began cutting the chicken and seasoning it. Thirty minutes later, three plates of steaming cashew chicken stir-fry were sitting on the counter. Eliot stood on the other side of the counter facing Hardison. He grabbed one of the plates and walked it over to him, placing it next to his computer, and snatching the bag of half-eaten gummy frogs from the other side of his computer and stalked off.

“Hey! My frogs!”

“First, you eat real food, then you get the damn frogs back.”  

Hardison grumbled but picked up the fork and took a bite.

“Wheeeeeeeeee!” It was the fourth time in 40 minutes that Parker had sailed down from the ceiling and into the couch. Quick as lighting Eliot unstrapped the harness and set down a plate for her. Parker pouted.

“Elliooooot!” She whined.

He stared down at her. “Eat.” He pointed at the plate. Parker grumbled but she grabbed the fork and took a bite.

“Woah.”

“Wow.”

It wasn’t a secret that Eliot could cook – and could cook well, but neither Parker nor Hardison was ready for what was sitting on their forks.

Eliot was eating at the counter, his back to Parker and Hardison. Parker shoveled the steaming hot food into her mouth. “Eliot this is soooo good!” Parker said. Eliot smirked.

“Seriously Eliot, this is amazing.” Hardison said, his eyes wide.

Eliot just smirked. Now maybe they won’t kill themselves through malnutrition.

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Request: Tell me why, when i tried looking for your blog, i almost paniced because i couldn’t find your blog. Omg. And can you do a scenerio with Jimin and dating him while he is a star but the fans get in the way? Angsty and maybe fluff? Thank you! ❤❤

Originally posted by suga-com

Genre: Fluff 

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1.810

Warning: really offensive and hurtful phrases, which sadly have been said to real celebrities via social media

A/N: so I couldn’t decide whether to make it end fluffy or angsty so I decided that I’ll make two different endings


She’s so cringe worthy omg

*puking*

(Y/N)’s trash tbh

i don’t like (Y/N), she should go kill herself

#RIPArmy Jimin deserves so much better

(Y/N) and Jimin… ew

Your eyes scanned over all those hurtful comments left under a selfie Jimin had posted of you two on BTS’s official Twitter page. Plenty more followed, most of them being really degrading and bashful.

You wanted to stop reading them, you wanted to stop feeling the pain, you wanted to stop being hated so much. But you couldn’t, your eyes always drifting back to the comments Armys left under the picture, making tears well up in your eyes and your stomach twist. 

They don’t hate you for you (Y/N), you said to yourself. They’re hurt because you’re dating their idol, their everything and they’re scared he might love them less if you’re in the way. 

Tears rolled down your cheeks and sobs escaped your lips as you pressed your eyes shut and tried to forget all those hurtful words. Your fingers clenched into a fist, digging your nails into your skin, leaving deep marks.

This wasn’t the first time that fans had sent you hate comments. Basically every time a picture of you appeared somewhere, they would leave their comment, being especially nasty if it was a picture of you with a member of Bangtan. You didn’t understand it though. Before you started dating Jimin, you were a fan, too. You had a fan account on Twitter dedicated to Bangtan. You were an Army, you were one of them. Why would they hate you that much? Why would they hate someone who made their favorite person happy? 

Your thoughts were cut off when you heard your door bell ring and you immediately got up, wiping your hands over your face, to hide the fact that you had been crying. Not that it helped much, as you noticed your red and puffy eyes as you walked past the mirror. 

You sighed in exhaustion and opened your front door, revealing a happy faced Jimin, grinning from ear to ear and holding a bouquet of roses in his hands. He was about to say something when he noticed your fake smile and puffy face. Instantly he came closer to you, closing the door behind him and holding you in a tight hug.

“What happened?”, he whispered into your hair, leaving a soft kiss. You snuggled deeper into his embrace, remembering all the cruel comments and silent tears made their way down your face onto his shirt. You slightly shook your head, signaling Jimin that you didn’t want to talk about it. He loved his fans to death and knowing what they were saying to you would break his heart. 

He believed in the good of people. He believed that if they saw how happy he was, they’d be happy, too. If they’d see how the rest of Bangtan loved you, they’d love you, too. He believed that would be enough for them to accept you and love you like he did. Jimin didn’t know how much hate you got through all social media and sometimes even in real life. He didn’t know how some fans had already destroyed your bike which was standing in front of your apartment complex, leaving ripped and burned pictures of you and Jimin scattered on the floor. He didn’t know how many letters you got sent to your home or placed on the staircase, sending you death threats and other kinds of profanities. 

You never told him. 

You never told him because he’d be worried for you and do something that might make him look bad in front of the media and his fans. You wanted him to stay the happy and cheerful little cutie he was and not worry about what his fans were doing to you. You knew from the very start of your relationship that those things might happen, so it wasn’t his fault. He shouldn’t have to deal with that.

Jimin slowly parted from you and gently put his finger underneath your chin, making you look up at him. 

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”, he asked in concern. “I’d love to say that my surprise got you so emotional but I guess that’s not it”, he said jokingly.

You chuckled slightly and shook your head. “No it’s not that but I really love the roses”, Jimin handed them to you and you two parted fully so you could place them on the counter, before grabbing a vase and filling water in it.

“Then what is it?”, he said, standing next to you by the counter.

“Don’t worry Jimin, I’m okay. It’s just a weird day today”, you tried to excuse your behavior and gave him a weak fake smile. He didn’t fall for it though and gave you a skeptic look. Your phone suddenly buzzed and you flinched, knowing that it might be another hate comment being sent directly at you.

Jimin noticed your odd reaction and walked over to grab your phone before you could stop him. He unlocked it and read the messages you had been reading before as you hadn’t bothered to close the tab and delete it. 

“Jimin no please!”, you begged him, trying to get your phone back but he tightened his grip, not letting go of your device. As you saw his eyes go wide and complete shock spreading on his face, new tears formed in the corner of your eyes and you slowly sat down on a chair.

He turned to face you fully and held your phone up in disbelieve. “When were you planning on telling me about this?”, he asked, his voice shaking and his free hand clenched into a fist. Hurt was spread all over his facial features.

“You weren’t supposed to find out”, you quietly whispered, letting your head hang low, fumbling with your hands. You had tried so hard to hide all that from him so he wouldn’t have to worry. 

“Are you serious? I wasn’t supposed to find out? I can’t believe this”, Jimin breathed out, pacing up and down the living room. “When did this start?”

You didn’t dare to look up as you were crying by now and didn’t want him to see you being hurt. So you just shook your head, trying to tell him to stop asking about it for his own good.

But Jimin wasn’t in the mood to make you tell everything by forcing all answers out of you one by one. He stopped walking around the room and came over to you, stopping right in front of you and gently grabbing your hands in his.

“(Y/N) tell me what’s going on. Please. I can’t stand seeing you like this”, he whispered while stroking the back of your hands with his thumbs.

“Jimin, I can’t”, you mumbled and looked up at him. “Please just ignore it okay? It’s only going to upset you.”

He shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “Do you really think I could just forget what I just read? All those mean and disrespectful words…”, he blinked a few tears away. 

“Tell me, since when is this happening?”

You sighed and gave up. He’s not going to let it be unless I tell him, so better now before he’d get mad at me for keeping it a secret, you thought.

“It started as soon as they knew we were dating”, you hesitantly admitted, looking back down onto your lap where your hands were lying. You heard him suck in his breath and his grip tightened around your fingers. 

“(Y/N), look at me”, Jimin demanded softly. You looked up at him and saw the hurt in his eyes. “Why did you never tell me?”, his voice broke at the end and your heart tightened.

“I didn’t want you to worry Jimin. I know how much you love your fans and I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m a strong woman, I can handle this”, you tried to sound reassuring and squeezed his hands but Jimin just shook his head and sighed.

“You should have told me earlier. I could have said something and you wouldn’t have had to feel all the pain that comes with comments like that”, he said through gritted teeth. “Plus, you’e not the one hurting me but those people insulting you like that.” You softly stroked his arm and giving him a soft smile, signaling that he really didn’t have to worry.

He got up and started walking around the room again, clearly mad and upset. “Did anything else happen? Or do they only leave nasty comments?”, he asked sharply.

You gulped and didn’t know if you should tell him about the other incidents as well. On the one hand you wanted to tell him, now that he already knew about the comments. But on the other hand, he was clearly mad at his own fans right now and you didn’t want to upset him even more. 

Jimin noticed your internal struggle and stopped. “(Y/N) you should tell me. If my own fans are treating you like that, I need to know. I can’t let them keep doing what they’re doing and let them think it’s totally fine with me. They’re not real fans if they treat you like that.”

You gathered all your courage and told him everything. Jimin listened while you poured your heart out and cried, reliving all the awful experiences you had due to his fans. He held you in his arms and every now and then you could feel his grip tighten and his breathing go faster from his anger but he never interrupted you. 

When you finished and looked up at him, his face was full of anger and sadness. “I can’t believe I never noticed what they were doing to you. I’m such a shitty boyfriend”, he mumbled while hugging you tightly.

“Well I never wanted you to notice so I tried my best at hiding it. Don’t blame yourself Jimin, you’re the best boyfriend I could ask for”, you smiled and pecked his cheek making him blush from your compliment.

“You know what?”, Jimin suddenly sat up straight. You looked at him questioningly. “Right after I get back to the dorms I’ll visit my manager and ask him if we can make a deal with the police or something. I feel like tweeting only is not going to be enough, so in case they don’t stop, we have the police on our side.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You really want to go against your own fans, using police power?”

“If it’s necessary, I’ll do anything to protect you”, Jimin admitted and leaned in for a kiss, making butterflies appear in your stomach and you slightly smiled into the kiss.

He was the best boyfriend, anyone could ask for.

All I Need, Part Four ( Laurens X Reader )

I felt quite sadistic while writing this. For real. I mean, the ending could’ve come out better, but you’ll get the idea. It’s pretty hurting. I don’t know the reason I do this. I just enjoy the pain. I mean, the word that appears the most is father. How painful is that.

Finishing this saga felt like giving birth to a baby. Also, tagging @asternoid because she was the one to request this first place. Thank you, babe. I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three


Word Count: 2.675

Warnings: (because there’s already too much drama about everything else in this fandom) straight Laurens

Setting: New York, Hamiltime, after Revolutionary War

Originally posted by i-hope-that-you-burrn


Your eyes were now shot open. Your father was dying? No, he couldn’t be. He was quite young, and you didn’t hear anything about duels that morning. Nicholas L/N could not be dying.

“What?”, you managed to mumble as your expression got less angry. Edward found a spot.

“He’s dying”, he said, stepping up. John protectively put an arm between you and your brother, but that didn’t keep him from talking. “He’s been acting weird ever since you settled here. There’s been a while since he last went out, and he won’t even talk to mom. Then, the fever started.”

“Fever?”

“Yes. Forty degrees Celsius, no truce”, Edward kept on. “The doctors are saying he only has a few more hours left… So he asked to see you.”

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I was reminiscing today with my kids at dinner about high school and the teachers they liked and didn’t like and I recalled my 9th grade English teacher, the one who taught me when I had already been to 3 schools my freshman year and I was riddled with anxiety and I started off scared shitless and when she passed out the applications for a more in depth English class writing and reading group I asked for one and her words were paraphrased but something to the effect of “you’re barely comprehending my class right now, your grade is deplorable and I see no reason to allow you entrance into something you likely couldn’t handle.”

It would take 4 more years of high school for me to realize she was wrong and that reading and writing are two of my passions and the areas I excel at most and that you have no idea the effect you can have on a child or a teenager by discouraging them from bettering themselves.

That being said my kids all have favorite teachers and classes and things they each excel at and I hope their teachers are doing a good job of reaching each of them in the ways they learn best because had I had a teacher who would have encouraged me when I was younger I might not have wasted years and money on a degree that doesn’t suit the person I am at all today.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

somewhere on the other side | Harry/Niall | 15k | Completed 

And he had it all planned out, Harry did. Everything ― what he’d say, what he’d do, how he’d do it; it was all here, all there, in his mind and in his heart, and he kept track of it. Every word, every sentence, every apology; wanted to go in prepared, wanted to go in strong and come out stronger. Weak, twisted and torn and warped in two, but still strong. But seeing him now, seeing Niall now, and noticing a change and realizing it’s him, it’s Harry, it’s his fault, it’s his doing, and all the words and actions turn into water in his hands, dribbling away till there’s nothing left behind but the wet remains of his shattered heart and Niall’s horrified soul.

for @fairynarrytale; without her, this fic wouldn’t be what it is now, which is 15k worth of heartbreak for my actual first entry into our self-proclaimed narry angst war.