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It's not just the food that's revolting.

(long story)

Back in my college days, I lived on campus and ate the 20-meals-a-week meal plan at the cafeteria. It was… terrible. Seriously. I know people complain about their college cafeteria all the time, but they still gain their “freshman 15”. I lost mine. The food was disgusting. Sunday spaghetti was made from tomato sauce and Saturday’s cheap hamburgers. One week they didn’t bother ripping up the hamburgers: watery, sauce-tinted, overcooked noodles garnished with dry, leathery, two-day-old hamburger patties. It was still better than the other options. At first, they had a “make your own pizza” line, but removed it because everyone was using it, and “bread isn’t cheap.” I remember seeing a real salad in their “healthy eats” line and getting excited, because it’s hard to screw up salads, only to realize that it was literally floating in oil. The salad on the actual salad bar was not an option; it was changed out every morning, whether it needed it or not. Oh, sorry, I meant the ice in the salad bar. Not the salad, no. A student wrote his initials in the tuna and it remained for a solid week. Sometimes the salad would grow its own salad.

They had a big board set up for student complaints, and they would write responses back. Oddly enough, the board rarely had bad things to say; the manager, may he be haunted by a thousand bedbugs, confessed that he didn’t have time to answer every complaint, but he did read every one, and took the complaints into consideration. And, as far as we could tell, threw away all the ones he didn’t like.

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@hello-shellhead @saved-by-the-notepad I might’ve written you guys something


“This is not a good idea,” Natasha said immediately, Clint and Steve nodding along with her. “Clint and I are much better trained, and Tony is too recognizable.”

“I understand that,” Fury said with a sigh. “But this mission needs Stark’s expertise. We’re just going to have to hope he can keep his mouth shut for once.” He shot a one-eyed glare in the billionaire’s direction, who in turn shrugged.

“I’m up for it. Don’t worry about it, it’ll be easy.” He shot a smile around at his anxious teammates, which only seemed to worry them more.

The mission itself was easy enough. Infiltrate a party, get some blue prints, erase some data, destroy some technology. Easy, he did that after Obie often enough, although to be fair he was doing it to his own company, so it didn’t have to go quite so unnoticed.

The others didn’t seem to have much faith in him, but that was fine. People underestimating him was just the way he liked the world. Fury dismissed them and Tony went back to the tower to prepare. Nice suit, but cheap by his standards. Slicked back hair in contrast to his usual unruly curls. Repulsor watch – no way he was going in unarmed, he wasn’t stupid. He stared at himself in the mirror. Still too recognizable. Sighing, he resigned himself to the fact that he would have to do it: he was going to have to shave his glorious goatee.

The mission went smoothly, despite many people who had personally met Tony Stark being in attendance at the party. No one gave him a second glance; some people thought he was a waiter, and Tony cursed himself for wearing a suit that was too cheap. He was in and out in two hours, everything completely under control. He was just strolling out of the building when he heard someone shouting about destroyed prototypes and smiled to himself, whistling.

Apparently his ‘disguise’ worked too well, because when he got back to SHIELD headquarters he had about four guns pointed at his head and several very angry agents glaring at him and asking just who the fuck he was and what he thought he was doing.

“Uh, Tony here guys. Finished the mission, saved the day?” he answered as he held his hands up in surrender, trying to placate them. They didn’t believe him.

He was unceremoniously (“HEY, genius over here, check your strength!”) thrown into an interrogation room, where he sighed and pulled the drive he had obtained for Fury out of his pocket, setting it on the table. Hill entered about fifteen minutes later, which was good because he was getting bored and contemplating messing with the monitoring system in the room, and he shot her a big smile.

“Agent Hill! So good to see you. You proud of me yet? I know you didn’t believe I could pull it off.” He smirked, but his face fell at her cold and blank stare.

“I don’t know you,” she responded in monotone. “I don’t know what you’re pulling, pretending to be Stark-”

“I’m not pulling anything!” he protested quickly, holding his hands up again and standing, like he was waiting to be attacked. “I am Stark! Listen, call Pepper, show her a picture, she’ll tell you. Jesus, all I did was shave!” Hill glared at him and he fell silent again, anxiously reminding himself that if he stepped back it would be a sign of weakness and women loved signs of weakness. She turned on her heel and walked out without another word, and he fell back into his seat. He felt exhausted. The mission hadn’t been hard, but had taken longer than he thought it would, and he wanted to go home and work.

It took another hour before someone entered the room again, and by that point he was standing on the chair in the corner of the room, dissecting the camera that was watching him with the small screwdriver he had in his pocket and ingenuity. He glanced over his shoulder as Pepper strode in, lighting up and jumping down from the chair quickly, noting Hill and Fury standing behind her.

“Pep, my love, the spice of my life!” he said dramatically, throwing his arms wide. “Tell the Pirate that he should be able to recognize his agents better.”

“That’s Tony,” Pepper said with a long-suffering sigh, ignoring him. “He looks like a child without his facial hair, but it’s him. I didn’t believe it either the first time I saw him, until Obie-” She cut herself off quickly and shot him an apologetic look, but he just shrugged, clapping a hand on Fury and Hill’s shoulders.

“Now that that’s sorted, can we debrief and go home?”

Apologies were made, but Tony waved them away. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and probably wouldn’t be the last. Even the paparazzi didn’t recognize him without his distinctive and awesome goatee getup, which was nice sometimes.

It was a couple months and a few missions later when it happened again. Fury and Hill were out on their own recon mission, Pepper was in Tokyo and couldn’t be reached, and Rhodey was out on deployment for the next few weeks and no help anyway (he would probably just find it hilarious and leave Tony in the lurch). It didn’t matter how many times Tony showed up from completed missions missing his glorious goatee, the agents of SHIELD apparently had terrible facial recognition because he was always detained and interrogated.

It had been hours and lots of yelling before Tony finally got fed up. “You people are insufferable!” he shouted, grabbing a Sharpie from the agent’s pocket and turning to the one-way mirror on the wall, scribbling on his face in a rough approximation of something that looked like his normal goatee. “There! Recognize me now?”

Clint found it absolutely hilarious. There were photos.

Somehow a picture of Tony with Sharpie stains and a wide grin got leaked to the media, and the rage was now “Tony Stark look-alike?!” which Tony found absolutely hysterical.

He managed to convince half of SHIELD that it really was just a look-alike, while the other half remained sceptical. Suddenly, whenever he stepped into headquarters he had ghosts trailing him with razors (and not very good ghosts, either, Fury should get Natasha and Clint up here for some lessons). Bruce found it very amusing to help him prank said ghost, which one time included locking them in the bathroom and filling said bathroom with bubbles. And whenever Tony did show up from a mission where he’d shaved, he was met with a multitude of stares. Fury even got in on the action and started calling him ‘Agent Carbonell,’ which was funny in its own way.

And if he managed to trick Steve as well a couple times, well, that was a whole different story.  

Bloom

The year that Tiffany Aching danced with the Wintersmith, there was a hard frost in Ankh-Morpork the night of May the 19th.

For the most part, it went unnoticed. There was no snow, and, unlike on the surrounding plains, people didn’t grow many things in the city. That was part of the problem, Sam Vimes learned as he sat through meeting after interminable meeting. Anhk-Morpork imported its food, and at the moment the crops that were supposed to be feeding the city in a few months were out freezing in their fields. He listened to Lord Vetinari and the Guild leaders and some panicked representatives from the Sto Plains talk about supply chains and international imports and which crops could still be re-sown until his ears ached.

As he marched home that night, he didn’t notice that every lilac he passed was shedding, green buds that had just been beginning to swell when the frost hit littering the ground at his feet. He didn’t notice until he woke up on the 25th of May and realized with a jolt that he hadn’t smelled a single lilac the previous day. Normally, the city was thick with the scent and he did his best to ignore it until the day when he couldn’t.

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Shape Of You

Sebastian sends you a selfie after his workout.

Pairing:  Sebastian Stan x Reader  

Warnings:   Sexual content, Explicit Sexual, Oral Sex, Smut, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Unprotected Sex (wrap it please), Sebastian Stan, Calvin Klein briefs

Word Count: 2,336

A/N: Yes I know I’m supposed to be working on chapter 6 of The Contest but let me explain.  So I was finishing up my first draft of Chapter 6 when Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie.  I tried to ignore it, really I did but this scene popped into my head and it would not let me live until I wrote it down. So sorry (but not sorry).  This is a another quickie that I wrote at work so please ignore the typos and the writing.  I just had to get it out of my head so I could get back to Bucky…

Not sure who to tag so I’ll just include my Sebby smut sisters @evansrogerskitten @ek823 and @pearljamkaren 

If you want to be tagged in future Seb smut, just ask…there is more coming ;)  

Shape Of You

By marvelmom

Sitting in the lobby of the gym, you drum your fingers impatiently on your knee.

“What the hell is taking him so long,” you mutter to yourself as you pull out your phone and start tapping out a message.

I’m ready to go, everything ok?

You stare at the screen, waiting for a response.  Your phone chimes a few moments later.

No

Brow furrowed, you quickly type a response and hit send.

What’s wrong?!?

You bite your lip nervously as a flood of scenarios race through you head.  Your thoughts are soon interrupted by a picture flashing onto your screen.

You inhale sharply as you take in the image of your boyfriend, standing in front of a mirror in the men’s locker room wearing a scowl on his face and not much else.

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Only Thing That Matters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.324 (I just don’t know how to stop, lol)

Request: “ I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky and the reader been dating, but Nat refuses to believe he loves her and makes a move on Bucky, the reader sees, but runs away before she sees Bucky pushing Nat off, the reader then leaves the tower with a note for Bucky telling him, but Bucky using his skills tracks her down, with lots of fluff at the end where he explains and tell reader how much he loves her.”

Warnings: The Avengers are a bunch of mean girls, just saying. Also I think I should mention it here, Nat is not nice in this one. Angst, fluff. 

A/N: This request was by the darling @melconnor2007 I hope I did you request justice. I freaking loved writing this one and it could’ve been muuch longer. Haha. Hope you love it, darling! 


Being part of the Avengers wasn’t always as glorious as people made it out to be. They were an established group, new members often chosen by themselves and outsiders weren’t as welcome as one might think they would be.

Nick Fury had chosen you for the Avengers. Being a former M16 agent, Fury had thought you to be a great addition to the Avengers and you had been ecstatic when he had come to you with the offer. You hadn’t even hesitated with saying yes and within a week you had moved into the Avengers facility and joined the team on missions.

Your dream of being an Avenger was quickly tarnished as you learned that you didn’t fit the team at all. It wasn’t that you couldn’t do your job properly, that you did, better than most of the team members, but there was just something that didn’t work out.

You weren’t always invited when the team went out, you weren’t always informed of all missions and more often than not, you found yourself feeling like a third wheel to the entire group.

It wasn’t that the team wasn’t nice, they were, you could speak to a lot of them, but they seemed more like acquaintances than friends and it made you feel left out. You knew they had been through a lot as a group, but it could often also seem like you were back in high school and you couldn’t sit with the popular kids no matter how hard you tried to impress them. So truth was, you had stopped trying.

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Late Night Talks

Anon Requested:  91+96+100 with V, please!

I loved writing this one! Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you liked this…maybe JUST MAYBE, I am potentially thinking about making this into a series.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1676

Warnings: No warnings

“It’s okay to cry.”

“What happened to us?”

“This is only going to lead to a fight.”


You like your sleep, you like to sleep, you like to nap and you like to rest. What you don’t like is to be woken up, especially in the middle of the night. If anyone knew better it was Jungkook, so why was he calling you at one in the morning?

You groaned once you heard the obnoxiously loud ring of your phone go off by your head, your phone was tucked under your pillow and the ring shot straight through your ear, you quickly grabbed it and without looking at the caller I.D you answered it in a hasty “Hello?”

“Noona?” Jungkook’s voice came through the other end of the line, your eyes snapped open and frustration instantly filled you up as Jungkook was the reason your slumber was disturbed.

“Jungkook I swear to-”

“It’s Taehyung.” Jungkook immediately interrupted, you heard him sigh on the other end. “Can you come over?” You nod even though you know he can’t see you. “I’m on my way.” You end the call and get out of bed as quickly as you can. You strip from your pajamas and throw on a pair of jeans, sports bra and sweatshirt then slipping on your slides, grabbing your car keys and leaving your apartment.

Before you knew it you were texting Jungkook to come open the front door. The door opened seconds after you sent the text and you were walking inside the dorm. “You know you could’ve knocked right?” Jungkook says turning towards you after closing the door. “I didn’t want to wake anybody by knocking too loudly.” You say before talking again. “So what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jungkook sighed before motioning for you to sit on the couch, he joined you then turned to you. “You remember Hyunmi right?” You thought for a second before nodding.

Hyunmi was Taehyung’s current girlfriend. They had been dating for a little over six months now and you were happy that Taehyung was so happy, he had the biggest smile on his face whenever he was with her and always seemed like he was enjoying her presence. She was a sweet girl after all, never cursed, was never disrespectful and loved animals. She seemed like Tae’s ideal type in your head, she was different than you in so many ways which made you happy. She was a bit taller than you, maybe an inch or two, she had very dark brown hair which looked black in certain lighting and had a glorious tan, her eyes were blue as yours are brown. Overall you thought she was perfect.

“Well she broke up with Tae, it was out of nowhere noona she called an hour ago and ended things with him over the phone.” Jungkook spoke, you could feel your jaw drop and lips part as you gasped when hearing that. “Are you kidding me? Did she give him a reason? Is he okay? Why’d you call me over why aren’t you up there with him?” Questions spilled out of your mouth by the second, your mind was racing with a billion reasons as to why she could’ve broken up with Taehyung but only one made sense. She didn’t feel for him as he did for her.

It’s not a secret that Tae falls hard and falls fast, you knew that all the boys knew that but it has never been a problem because girls feel just as hard for him, you thought Hyunmi did too from all of her smiles and small giggles she gave him when they were together. Guess things aren’t what they seem and she obviously was good at hiding her true feelings.

Jungkook shook his head first answering your initial question. “She didn’t give him a real explanation, all he told me was she said ‘It’s not you, trust me it’s not you but I can’t do this anymore Taehyung.’ Then she ended the call without giving him a second to speak. He just waved me off when he wouldn’t answer any of my questions.” Jungkook sighed looking at you, you quirked your head to the side in confusion. “Then why’d you call me over here?” Jungkook didn’t need to say it for you to understand, he just gave you a look and you knew.

“Jungkook-”

“You know him best noona, he’ll talk to you, you know he’ll talk to you.” You sighed and nodded, you stood up and started walking down the hallway and towards Taehyung and Jungkook’s shared bedroom.

Ex-boyfriend was something you never imagined Taehyung to be let alone be okay with it. The word alone wanted to make you gag and choke, you actually felt your heart shrink in size when you had to come to the realization that you two had to end the relationship. Back then you had dreams of getting married and having babies, but in a flash you two ended things with broken hearts. You didn’t want to be okay with it, you didn’t want to move on, but you did. You moved on and six months ago Tae did too, you just wished you would’ve known about Hyunmi’s ending intention because you surely would’ve butt in and voiced your opinion even though it wouldn’t be your place. You still cared for Taehyung, he was a big part of your life for a little more than a year and you didn’t want to see him hurt. You knew love doesn’t just evaporate, you knew that a little part of you still loved him as he still loved you too.

You stood in front of his door, hand hovering the dark wood before you knocked, you waited a couple seconds before deciding to answer. Walking in the room is dark, the only shred of light came from the desk lamp in the corner of the room giving little to no light where Taehyung laid sprawled out on his back on the bed. You shut the door quietly then turning towards him again. “Tae?” You say in a somewhat hushed voice but loud enough so that he could hear you. He didn’t budge so you decided to walk over and sit on his bed, you crossed your legs and sat beside him. From where you were you could see him staring emotionlessly up at the ceiling, you were close enough so that you knew he could see you and he just huffed a deep sigh. “It’s okay to cry.” You whisper but Taehyung just shakes his head, you can’t help but frown seeing him like this and it makes you wonder how he was when you two had broken up. You two fell for each other hard and fast and it was like you were living in a nightmare when you two had decided to end things.

In an instant Tae sat upright his body twisting to face you and his eyes stared down at you. “What happened to us?” His eyes were pleading, he wore a frown on his face and his hair was partially covering his eyes. You found yourself speechless to his question, you stayed still to his words and his gaze, you felt bad for him, his heart was just broken and you knew the memories of you two came flooding in his head at his situation. You sighed and shook your head only then realizing how close you two were as you felt his breath hit you when he blew his bangs out of his eyes, he shook his head parting his hair to look at you again.

“Tae…this is only going to lead to a fight.” You sigh but you can’t help but wonder and think back to what did happen to the two of you. You thought back to the fights, the words thrown around, all the time you both didn’t have for each other which only made the other more upset. The relationship wasn’t toxic, it was full of love but there were distractions and you both were preoccupied, Tae with his album and you with school and work, you both just didn’t have the time for a relationship and it ended when you two were fighting.

“You think about it too, how and why it ended so abruptly.” Taehyung spoke, his frown had disappeared but his pleading eyes were still staring at you. “We were fighting Tae, you were busy and so was I.”

“But we’re not anymore.” Taehyung said right after, his hand quickly grabbed yours and pulls you towards him, your hands drop themselves to his chest halting his motions of pulling you on his lap. “Tae…you’re sad and you just got out of a relationship.” You say sighing, you look at the look in his eyes, the pleading look was now gone and you were too lost in trying to figure out what he was thinking to notice his hands wrap around your waist, only then did you notice when he pulled you on his lap fully. “I don’t want to be your rebound, we should-”

“You’re not the rebound,” Taehyung interrupted. “If anything, she was.”

That’s all he said before pulling you down to his lips, you hesitated for a moment not kissing back. Your eyes were open and mouth was still, you knew he was upset about Hyunmi no matter what he says, you should push him away but something inside you tells you otherwise. “Please.” Taehyung breathes pulling back to look at you. You let your hands slide from his chest to the sides of his face, you took a look at him, the look came back to his eyes, it was something other than pleading, he wasn’t pleading but he was trying to reason with you. “Please (Y/N)…” You let out a small breath of air and felt Taehyung’s hand rise up on your back pulling you close again until his lips met yours. This time you kissed back and closed your eyes feeling the familiar touch of him.

You missed this.

You missed him.

You just knew you were going to regret this in the morning.

Anonymous Hate - Bruce Wayne x Reader

So, lately, a lot of writing blogs I LOVE (though I probably don’t say it enough) received anonymous hate…It inspired me to write this piece. I hope you’ll like it, and if I receive anonymous hate for it, oh man, I’m so ready for this…Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy (forgive me if it’s not great, I slept only 4 hours in those last three days, and drunk too much coffee) : 

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

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Bruce Wayne’s heart is threatening to beat out of his chest, and he isn’t sure of what he’s feeling right now. 

Anger ? Worries ? Confusion ? 

Does he feel stun ? Or Furious ? 

Sad or scared ? 

Anxious or enraged ? 

He doesn’t know. 

And if there’s one thing Bruce Wayne hates, is to lose control over his own emotions. But he just couldn’t help it. 

He was used to it with you, and only with you did he not mind. 

When it was about you, he just couldn’t have any control of what he felt, and that was alright…Though it was always positive feelings. 

Love. Awe. Adoration. A strong friendship. Passion. Devotion. Respect. Affection. Tenderness. Yearning. Fondness. Adulation…

He was of course always worried about you because 1. since you became a Wayne you also became a target for people who’d want something from him or his company, or for those who wanted a huge ransom and 2. because he’s as much the Batman than Bruce, and if one day his secret identity was to be discovered by any of his enemies, your life would be in a life threatening danger…Well, more that it was already. 

This thought was already almost too much to bear (he broke it off with you in the first few months of your relationship, scared to lose you…until he realized that he would lose you anyway if he left you, and since you accepted him back with wide arms…). 

So now, faced with…All this. It was too real. It was too close from home. 

Both literally and figuratively. 

Because those “things” (he refused to give it the name he knew it actually had) arrived in your house. At Wayne’s Manor. 

He felt like a pregnant woman, as if his hormones were playing tricks on him, because it wasn’t possible that a single human being could feel all those feelings at once, naturally…Right ? 

And yet. And yet here, in front of your desk, reading all those terrible things…

-Bruce ? Are you there ?

Your voice makes him jump, and, startled, he whips around and is faced with you and all your Glory…Oh because you’re nothing but glorious, as the light of the sun going down hits you just right and makes you look like a goddess. 

His Goddess. And oh Bruce is glad that you cannot read minds, because if you could, you would mock him and his cheesiness right now. 

-Oh hey, here you are my heart. Say, for tonight, I was thinking…What is that ? Hey are you alright my Broosh ? 

You approach him, worried because he’s just so pale and he seems almost lost, as his eyes follow you as if it was just an automatic reaction. It’s only when you reach for his face, and stroke his cheek with soft fingers that he finally snap out of his strange haze. He leans in your touch, and, without saying anything, shows you what’s in his hand. 

You look down and…

-Oh. That. I knew I should have burn everything…But I always forget. I receive them with the rest of the fan mail and I just shove it in there promising myself to destroy it, in case you’d find them, and then…I forget, or get too busy with something and then forget. 

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Healing Hands

Ivar x Reader
Healing Hands: Part 1 of 2. 7,419 words (Yeah, I know. This was supposed to be a short, smutty one-shot. For shame.)
Warnings: Smut glorious smut. Little bit of angst.
This is the first fanfic I’ve posted online in about six years so I’m super nervous and sorry that my writing is rusty. I will improve with practice! For me, Ivar’s relationship with his mother plays a huge role in how he interacts with potential female lovers so my depiction is probably a little softer than the norm. I hope this fic isn’t too terrible!

You didn’t know Ivar Lothbrook well growing up but your mother did.

As an experienced healer living in Kattegat, your mother tended to Ivar whenever the pain from his condition was too much. Your mother’s reputation was so great that Queen Aslaug herself frequently requested her assistance with Ivar. With the right combination of natural remedies, your mother always managed to get Ivar’s pain under control. He liked her and strangely enough, she liked him too. You could never understood why though, at least not as a child. You and Ivar were two years apart with him being two years younger and he just seemed outright volatile every time you met him. He was an angry child whose frustrations were only occasionally successfully hidden by his angel smile. He grew up to be an angry teenager too and you disliked tending to him whenever you trained with your mother. He was rude and unpleasant, always hissing at you under his breath when you touched him. Only his mother and yours could calm him back then but now both of them were dead and you had to tend to Ivar alone.

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Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


Okay.

(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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anonymous asked:

Dearest Jalapeñokins? I was wondering if you could do me a favor if you are able and feeling up to it? ( I'm sick af right now..your writing gives me life) Would you please consider one of these things. A: Could I get some fluffy nsfw Jumin Han smut? ~OR~ B: What do you think the RFA +V and Saeran sound like when they're cumming? ( Jumin Thirst anon)

Why not both?

Hope you feel better soon, my thirsty friend!!

[NSFW] [SMUT] BELOW PLS BE WARNED

Okay, so first, what do they sound like when they’re cumming?

  • Yoosung: A whine or a stutter if he’s trying to say something
  • Jumin: Is usually pretty quiet tbh besides his heavy breathing, he prefers you saying his name
  • Zen: Guttural moan, this boy is loud 
  • Jaehee: Cries out through heavy pants 
  • Saeyoung: Moans your name through shivers
  • V: Whispers your name next to your ear 
  • Saeran: Growls “Fffffuck!” or other curses

~I have to also tag @goddamnitdazai because she’s been asking for Jumin smut for  e o n s  here you go BFF.


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Word count: 1.344

     “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” you whined through your mixing of the thick batter, the large bowl heavy in your arm as you paced the kitchen.
You were trying your best at being a cute housewife while Jumin was at work. You imagined him coming home to one glorious cake, held proudly by you in your little apron. He’d smile with delight and compliment you on how delicious it was! But standing now, broken egg shells on the counter, flour scattered everywhere, pools of milk, and you covered in batter, this was not going as planned.

     You hadn’t even gotten the batter in the pan before you heard the penthouse door open.

     Please be a security guard, please be a security guard, you prayed to yourself.

     “___, I’m home early,” Jumin declared before flinging his suit jacket on the couch.

     “Shit,” you whispered under your breath, defeated.

     “You’ve been busy today, I see,” he chuckled at the sight of you.

     He stood just a few feet away now, wearing that slight grin that made your knees weak. His large hands fumbled at his tie, pulling it loose from his collar. You gave up, tossing the bowl on the nearest countertop with a sigh.

     “I was trying to bake you a cake,” you replied with a huff.

     “I think more of it got on you than in the bowl,” he laughed, “so cute.”

     Before you could reply he had you pinned up against the counter. Looming over you he reached to the bowl behind your back, dipping a long finger into the batter and bringing it to his lips.

     “Tasty,” he remarked after pulling it from his mouth.

     “R-Really?”

     “Mmhm, try some.”

     He brought a batter drenched finger to your mouth, pressing himself up against you with a little more fervor as you sucked it clean. His mouth descended on your collar bone, lapping up the batter between nibbles. His free hand found your breast and kneaded with intensity as he licked your bare skin clean, grinding his hardening cock into your hips.

     “So this is why you came home early,” you noted through a sly smile.

     “This taste delicious, but I think it would be even sweeter coming from your lips,” he suggested.

     He smeared the sticky concoction over your closed mouth before trailing his tongue over your lips and shoving it inside for a deep kiss. You could almost forget the sharp pain of the counter top pressing against your back as his tongue danced eagerly with wanting in your hot mouth. You were melting in his arms when he pulled your hair, forcing your head back slightly and popping off of your mouth to suck a trail down your neck. You were pink with heat as your breath quickened for him.

     You couldn’t help but reach down and stroke his eager cock through the fabric of his pants, eliciting a satisfied purr from him. Your other hand sweeps over his chest. He feels so warm and solid pressing into you, and the fragrance of his expensive cologne is enough to make you quiver.

     You both moan when his hand sweeps between your legs, grinding itself on your wet folds. It took all you had not to collapse right there, your hips swirling in wanton to meet his friction with a moan. The ridges of his knuckles massaged you into euphoria and you threw your head back with a sigh. He placed a quick and hungry kiss on your mouth before pulling away from you completely.

     “Turn around princess,” he commanded while unbuttoning his pants, “hands on the counter. Do not remove them or I’ll have to punish you.”

     You followed his command, leaning your ass out for him. He didn’t even bother to fully undress either of you. The cool air rushed between your legs as he pulled your dress up over your hips, hooking his fingers in your underwear and dragging them down to your ankles, pausing only to let you step out of them. He planted kisses along your legs on his way up, paying extra attention to that weak spot behind your knees. He trailed his tongue down your moist slit, relishing in the quake of your muscles.

     You yelped when he landed two quick and hard smacks to your ass before seizing it in his hands to grope through your whimper. His legs kicked yours apart for him before sliding his length along your slick folds slowly. You pushed back against him, your whole body pleading for him to enter and fill you.
“I’m sorry, my pet. You know I usually take better care of you, but I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he growled.

     It’s true, he usually spent more time working you up, getting you wet and begging for him. But something in his voice and in his body language today was more demanding and eager. You could only nod before he forced himself into you. The shock of his thrusts and the feeling of his long cock inside of you caused you to lose you grip and slide slightly forward on the counter.

     His right hand swooped under your belly and pulled you back into him roughly to meet his pounding. As soon as you were steady again it travelled down to flick at your sensitive clit, sending you into a frenzied cry of pleasure.

     “Ah! Oh god, right th-there,” you puffed, fireworks in your belly as he found your spot and began hitting it over and over again with vigor.

     Your walls were convulsing around him and you felt your juices soaking your inner thighs, the sound of his slamming becoming more of a wet slap as you drew closer to your orgasm. His cock was twitching and throbbing inside of you at the feeling.

     “Do you like when I fuck you like this,” he spoke through bated breath, “when I make you my own?”

     “Ahh, y-yes! God, yes!” you were straining to hold yourself against his thrusts.

     He switched up rhythms, hips swirling driving into you at a slower more methodical pace. You lost it when his hand began slapping at your pussy, causing you to wriggle and thrash underneath him as the waves of pleasure came rolling through your every fiber. The combination of his pumping and stimulating your sensitive nub fueled your demanding side as you pushed yourself back into him greedily.

     “Mmm…yeahh,” you managed to pull a moan from him, “you’re so naughty and eager for me, aren’t you,” he panted.

     Your head was floating, your cheeks searing hot as a violent pleasure tore through you, moaning out as he fucked you through your orgasm.

     He gripped your hair, pumping long and languid thrusts, stretching you further. Sure that he held you firmly in place, he released your hair and moved that hand around your chest, ripping at the collar of your shirt in order to dip inside more easily and grip your breast with voracity. His fingers were encircling your hard nipples before pinching and rolling down on the nub.

     “J-jumin…ah!”

     “Mmm…say it again,” he spoke through gritted teeth.

     “Jumin! Ah, fffuck!” your hands flailed wildly, knocking the bowl off of the counter.

     Hearing you moan his name shot him over the edge and he spurt himself into you forcefully. His hips smacked against you with a husky breath, hand still lingering on your breast before his final thrust.

     Your head was hazy when he finally pulled away from you. With shaky legs you took a few steps, thinking you could make it to get the glass of water you desperately needed. But before you went any further his hand hooked around your side in a possessive manner, pulling you into his chest and brushing your hair back behind your ear when you looked up to meet his gaze.

     “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet,” he spoke with a fire in his eyes, “Let’s get you cleaned up, my pet. I’ll draw a bath…”

SnK 90 Thoughts

Have you ever had this perfect story idea in mind, then realized that in order to get to it, you have to write basically an entirely separate book to set it up?

Have you ever decided that you really don’t feel like doing that?

Usually, that is when the words stop and the project goes into a desk drawer. Mostly a figurative one these days.

But–bear with me here–what if

You just skipped all the boring parts.

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The Facts

Request: “Could you please do a supernatural Castiel x reader. Where castiel is acting strangely and after a awkward conversation with the angel, Sam works out he is in love with reader. Dean and Sam encourage Cas to tell her. She is shocked but overjoyed. Thanks love your writing”

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1682

Warnings: None

Originally posted by teamfreewill-imagine


The sun rays flickered through the line of trees, the Impala’s roaring engine becoming more comforting as you became accustomed to it. The wind blew your hair in every direction, twisting it into tendrils that flew in the air, flicking your face with tiny stings that made you giggle. Castiel watched you smile to yourself, your hand hanging out of the window, your fingers stretching through the fast airstream that passed over the car going about 100 miles per hour.

Cas started going over the little facts he knew, trying to distract him from the blissful scene that took place right beside him. Again, the car was going about 100 miles per hour. 103 to be exact. It was 3:52pm, and your moving bodies were travelling along the Mayfair highway in Arkansas, at this second to be at a latitude of 35.2010 degrees North, and a longitude of 91.8318 degrees West. In about 4 minutes and 23 seconds it would start to rain, but would only spit down for 54 seconds before the small cloud evaporated and the sun reined the skies once more.

He recalled these facts with ease, his angel capabilities aiding him with a limitless supply of useless knowledge. But there was one fact he couldn’t push from his mind, no matter how many others he tried to pull over the top of it.

It was the fact that he was in love with you.

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Characterisation in HoO

Formerly titled: because lili’s headcanons hurt my heart 

Okay so @lililibird did this and it made me emotional and we got chatting, and then she said this, because that first round of tags just wasn’t enough:

“Like it would start with everyone talking about Percy like he’s a god in TLH, and then Hazel and Frank and CJ acting like he’s basically the most amazing thing ever, and then the quest and everyone’s always screaming for Percy to save them bc he’s Percy and he can do anything and the DEVELOPMENT to make him seem human would have been stunning I’m not crying.”

And.. well… I got a bit carried away with my response and have decided to move the discussion to a place where word limits aren’t a thing. 

Because this idea is incredible. Just imagine it - rather than Percy’s character development just stalling and then completely flatlining over the course of HoO (imo anyway) this would be such a great chance for us to see him coping with the pressure of being ‘the most powerful demigod’, as Nico said.

  • Can you imagine Hazel completely idolizing him like the best big brother in the entire world?? Always thinking to herself,  “Percy promised I’d be okay, he’s gonna get us out of this.” Having absolute faith in him and not noticing how terrified for her safety he really is, because he did promise her that and he can’t imagine how he’d live with himself if she ever got hurt.
  • Frank thinking Percy’s what a ‘real man’ should be and trying to imitate him and wishing that he had cool powers like Percy before he masters shapeshifting.
  • Jason seeing Percy as a real threat??? Like this guy just came from nowhere and was nominated as Praetor, the Roman demigods saw him almost single handedly save their whole camp - So not only has Jason been listening to CHB gush about Percy and how they miss him terribly for months, he gets back home and discovers that he’s essentially replaced him at Camp Jupiter. This needs to be explored more!! I know Jason’s a good guy and yeah, he was wary of Percy at the start, but come on. Give me a proper emotional confrontation, not a fight where they’re both possessed.
  • Piper seeing the way everyone hangs on every word Percy says, how he can inspire people to fight and be strong and rally the troops almost effortlessly. So she practices her charmspeak by repeating his speeches to herself in the mirror, wondering how he’s so comfortable, how he became such a natural leader.
  • Leo just being so jealous of everything Percy is. Older, taller, better looking, a better fighter, popular, with an amazing girlfriend. Resenting him because he’s everything Leo so desperately wants to be and he doesn’t even try and how is that fair? (Not because of that bull with Calypso.)
  • Nico’s crush on Percy hitting him full force again when he’s rescued from the jar, because would you look at that, Percy Jackson rescues him again, but then his heart breaks when he follows Annabeth into Tartarus. Give me Nico absolutely pining over this guy he has idolised for years, simultaneously hating him and loving him. Give me Nico agonising over his promise to lead the others to the House of Hades because he’s bitter about how much Percy loves Annabeth but at the same time of course he’s going to do it because he promised Percy and he couldn’t break that promise even if he really wanted to. Give me Nico getting over his crush not because he randomly starts thinking of Percy as immature (?????) but because he finally gets close enough to Percy to see him as a real person, so his hero worship can finally fade. Give me a gradual lessening of his heartache as that crush turns into a genuine friendship.
  • AND ANNABETH glorious Annabeth omg. So everyone else looks up to her almost as much as they do Percy, because she’s so perfect how could they not? (More comments about people finding her intimidating and impressive and experienced and the best ever please.) And she’s taking it in stride a bit easier than Percy because she’s used to being head counsellor already. But Percy’s trying to be everything for everyone and he’s holding it together (barely) and he’s sO PROTECTIVE OF HER like ridiculously so, he’s always checking on her and he never wants her to go anywhere without him and it’s cute at first but then one night he gets in her way and she just SNAPS and is like, “Wth is wrong with you, Percy? I can take care of myself, have you forgotten the past five years??” 
  • And he’s like, “Oh thanks, Annabeth, nice word choice!!” and it turns into this massive fight and everything comes out, like how terrified he is at the prospect of losing her again, how he knows she can take care of herself but he can’t bring himself to risk it, how he’s already looking after everyone else on this gods damned ship so why shouldn’t he look after her too huh?? And he’s crying and she’s crying because she had no idea it was this bad and she just holds him and tells him he doesn’t have to take all this on himself because it’s not his responsibility, they’re a team and they have to work as a team.
  • “But annabeth,” he says, “every team needs a leader, a captain, someone in charge.”
  • “I am obviously captain, Seaweed Brain. You’re the first mate, and that’s only if you behave yourself.”
  • Things get a little better after that, but percy’s protectiveness still rears it head whenever there’s a conflict.

Oh man I could keep going with this forever, I’m so sorry this completely got away from me and turned into an incoherent rant. 

We All Fall Down - Nine

You lay in bed the next morning wondering what today would actually bring. Would Spencer actually do what he said? What did the conversation last night even really mean? He couldn’t divorce you but you were right, things needed to change?

Was he suddenly going to start acting as the ever loving husband he’d once been, or at least once pretended to be? Were you going to start playing the part of adoring wife you’d never been? Was this relationship suddently going to become the relationship you’d always wanted, the romantic fairytale love story you’d always written about when you could write?

No.

You knew that at least that much was true. It couldn’t be the love story you’d always wanted because Spencer Reid was not the man you’d always wanted. He was a substitute, and a poor one at that. And for him, you were the vision of something he’d had deep seated into his mind, the perfect woman for him. Neither of you were what the other wanted or even needed, but you had made your choices and endured four years of living (if you could even call it that) with those choices. Perhaps though, that if you both at least acknowledged that you were never going to be what the other desired, then you could muddle through and at least get something from this relationship. Maybe after the conversation last night, things WOULD change. People can change, people CAN suprise you.

Or not.

After a quick shower you dressed, looking around the room as you did so. If you were going to be staying here perhaps you should at least start to unpack your own things. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror and sighed slightly. You’d lost weight recently, perhaps more than was healthy but back in New York eating hadn’t become a priority, alcohol had. And here, well the last few days hadn’t exactly been a feast of delights, although you were secretly hoping that Emily would make another appearance with some more of her cooking. You quickly dug your make up bag out and dabbed concealer under your eyes and over a spot that was threatening to bloom on your chin, adding a quick swipe of eyeliner and mascara before you left the room and headed down to the kitchen.

Spencer was sat at the table, the grocery bags from last night put away. He glanced up at you, double taking, no doubt at the make up that had graced your face for the first time in months. He always used to tell you that you didn’t need it and the majority of time he was right. You’d been blessed with a decent enough complexion with dark lashes. But your lifestyle of recent had made you looked drained and gaunt, spots that you’d rarely suffered from in your teenage years, appearing and marking your face. Perhaps though, your effort this morning, not that it was a massive effort in the grand scheme of things, but perhaps it would show that you were serious about change.

“There’s fresh coffee in the pot if you want some,” your husband spoke, folding his newspaper into two. You squinted slightly, seeing it was yesterday’s date on it. Noting that his own cup was empty, you went to take it from him.

“Did you want another one?” it had been months since you’d done a simple act of making him a drink and he nodded in surprise. Your back turned from him as you fixed you both drinks, he spoke again.

“Thank you for cleaning the master bedroom out, I slept much better in there last night. And I spoke to my sister, I’ll drop all the old boxes that you’ve filled so far, off at their house later today.”

You nodded, turning back around and holding out his refilled cup. Your fingers brushed against his as he took it from you. The aspiring writer you had once been would have written about moments like these, sparks flying as fingers touched, electricity shooting through you both. It was amazing how easily you used to be able to write trite sentences like that, knowing they’d been used so many times before yet still somehow thinking it was something completely original to you. What would have been even more amazing is if you’d ever actually experienced moments like those with Spencer. You couldn’t remember ever feeling electricity or fire with him. Even the arguments you had with each other seemed to lack passion and interest, the morning of the funeral an exception to that rule. You settled down in the seat opposite him, wiping your hands on your jeans as if you were brushing away the brief touch of him.

“So,” you took a sip of your coffee.

“So.”

It was like normal conversation was just too hard for you both. Like neither of you knew what to say to each other anymore, but then again if you really asked yourself, was there ever a time where you knew what to say to each other? Sure, Spencer had once whispered sweet nothings to you, telling you how you were his world, his beautiful wife, whom he would treasure and cherish but they were all sentences one could easily find on a greeting card. They’d been words that you’d needed to hear at one stage in your life but not from him in particular, just….well from anyone really. And in the three years after the wedding you’d both kept up the perfectly created dialogue one would expect from a couple going through the things you had been going through. “We’ll get through this,”,“We have options,”, “Everything will be okay, we have each other, that’s what matters,” but actual conversation? No. You closed your eyes briefly, trying to imagine how you’d react if you were a character in one of your old stories. What would a struggling husband and wife say to each other? What needed to be said right now?

Blanks. 

Nothing.

“Well, erm, you mentioned a car?” you tried, trying not to sound too optimistic. “So I could get about whilst you’re out doing….well, whatever you’ve been doing these last few days. Where have you been by the way?”

He looked suprised, maybe at your apparent interest or just because he realised that you hadn’t actually known where he had been. At least in New York you knew he’d be at the college, you’d have been able to reach him if you’d ever needed or wanted to.

“I was with my mother and sister for a while and then yesterday I was setting up my new office on the campus. And yes, I did mention a car. So we should really leave soon to go looking. Do you have any idea what sort you’d like?”

“Office?”

“Yes, at the university in the city. My father was friend’s with the dean there, he was at the funeral actually. Once he found out I was intending to stay in town he was only too happy to offer me a position. Apparently their English professor had to leave at the end of last term on short notice. I start there Monday but I still have quite a lot of work there to do with his lessons plans.”

Today was Friday. It amazed you how quickly Spencer was able to find work, it had been the same when you moved to New York. Positions suddenly available to him. Both his own and his father’s name in the literary world seemed to have an awful lot of pull still, despite neither of the pair releasing any new novels in the last four years, mainly contributing essays or articles for papers.

“Oh. Right.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Well one of us needs to be earning a living, Y/N.”

Your eyes snapped to his and you were about to bite back with a remark about not being able to finish your degree because of him when he sighed.

“I didn’t mean that how it sounded. But maybe…. Maybe it would do you good to have something to do.”

He could be right. Something to take your mind off everything and nothing all at the same time. But you had no qualifications and only your brief stint as a waitress as work experience. And although you’d enjoyed redecorating the New York apartment and you’d been good at it, you couldn’t exactly set up an interior design business based on that.

“Maybe you could write again? Try some freelance pieces and submit them to some online papers?”

You shook your head furiously, writing was not an option. You’d tried, after the wedding and again a few times in the years in between. Nothing would come, no inspiration, none of the glorious scenes you’d once been able to conjure up. Nothing. It was like having your heart broken had ripped your ability to write away from you.

“It was just a thought Y/N. You know how good I thought you were, you could have easily been published….” he must have seen your jaw clench as he changed the subject. “So, cars. Shall we head out?”

You nodded, pleased at the change of subject.

Over the next few hours you spent more time in closer proximity to your husband than you had done in the last six months at least. It transpired that he had purchased a vehicle online the day he told you to pack up, Jennifer taking him to pick it up the first day after the funeral, the first day you’d been locked inside. It was a top of the range model, no expense spared which suprised you somewhat. Spencer WAS well off, his novels making him quite the pretty penny as well as having come from two parents who both had high incomes. But he didn’t normally flash it around so obviously. But then again in New York neither of you had needed cars, not seeing the point in it.

He drove you through the long country roads until you reached the town he had grown up in, and for the first time since you’d arrived you actually paid attention to yourself surroundings. The town had everything one might need to exist, a large grocery store, a department store, Greenaway’s, in the central shopping precinct. There was a tech shop, you spying cell phones and laptop’s in the windows, as well as a few banks, cafes and the other amenities you’d expect to see. You spotted signs for the local elementary school, police station, and a clinic. You didn’t think it would be be too hard to find your way around really. Spencer kept driving just outside of the town until he reached a car dealership where you spent the next hour looking around.

“Y/N, you can have any car you want. What about this one?” Spencer seemed to be growing exasperated with you, you didn’t seem able to make a decision. Every car just seemed so expensive and whilst it hadn’t exactly bothered you in the past when it came to spending your husband’s money, it now did. It seemed that it the space of 24 hours the space within your head had rearranged itself. You wanted your relationship with Spencer to change because you simply couldn’t go on living the way you had been for the last…. well really the last four years.

Sure, things had been worse more recently but they’d never really been great. They’d just simply been okay. And okay wasn’t anything to yell from the rooftops about but it was never bad enough to make you consider leaving. Okay had been a means to an end because you felt like you didn’t have any choices at the time, and you’d simply stagnated for the first few years, dealing with what life threw at you both in the best ways you knew how. But now, with everything that had happened, and with Spencer apparently refusing to divorce you for whatever reasons he had, there had to be a turning point. And that turning point had to be you.

“Do you have any used cars?” you asked the salesman, ignoring the frown your husband gave you.

“Yes we do actually. They’ve all been fully reconditioned though and are in perfect working order. If you’d like to comes this way….”

He led you around the back of the dealership and you let out a sigh of relief. The cars here were much more reasonably priced which made you realise that it was the money that bothered you. Because you realised that yet again, you were taking things from him just like you had done for the last four years. You’d taken without giving anything except your name as his wife back, because you hadn’t wanted to give anything back. Because you hadn’t wanted him. And ultimately, you still didn’t, or at least you didn’t think you did. But circumstances had put you here and although you did want to change those circumstances, it had to be slowly.

The issue was, you needed to continue to take things from him to be able to exist. To get back some semblance of you. You couldn’t exist without him right now, even though you didn’t particularly want to exist with him.

You pointed at the blue Ford Fiesta that was in front of you. The price didn’t make you feel like you’d owe Spencer too much and it was a decent enough looking car.

“That one. I want that one.”

Things I Have Been Reading - May

Hello, I didn’t see you there.  How has your day been?  Good? I have to say I really like what you’ve done with your hair, it really suits you.  Right, well, this month I’ve mostly been writing but I HAVE laughed, cried and nearly thrown my phone across the room after reading some amazing fics so here is this months little offering of things I have read that I think you might like. xx

Supernatural:

Imagine getting flowers from Dean - @silencethroughwords  Fluffy and lovely and amazing.

Getting to Know You - @melonshino The prompt for this one was so me that I had to read it and trust me, this is some good Dean for you all here.

Heart of a Hunter @muchamusedaboutnothing  I haven’t been reading much Dean lately, don’t know why, but this gem has crossed my path and I can’t wait for the next part to appear.

Research - @wheresthekillswitch Sam smut.  You need me to say more?  Okay. Really good Sam smut.

First Time for Everything - @saxxxology  A little more Sammy smut for y’all.  Yeah, I’m enjoying filthy Sam, so what?  Read this and join me.

Rendezvous with the Past - @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester Sammy but not the above smutty kind.  Oh no, this is the adorable, trying to do the right things and being his adorkable self Sammy who I fell for because if I can’t have Gabe back at least I’ve still got Sam.

Earth - @writingfromkitchenator Chuck and Mother Earth!!! So, I loved this and then I found a PART 2!!!! So excited!!

Before It Begins - @thewhiterabbit42  Okay so I recommend everything this girl writes because not only is it amazing but it is Gabriel at his finest and as a Gabe girl I am gonna try and drag as many of you as I can into our trash can.  You’re welcome.  Also read Only Yours

Soft - @supernatural-girl2002  Gabe wondering if you see him only as the clown.  I do like a little of insecure Gabriel and I really enjoyed reading this one.

The Beauty of a Beast - @murdochinthetardis  SPN and Beauty and the Beast together in one glorious Gabe filled series.  

Marvel:

By Way of Spontaneity - @bovaria  Once again she has completely knocked it out the park, seriously I have yet to come across anything she has written that I haven’t loved completely and this one is no different.  I do love Bucky in this one so much.

Selfless Love - @redgillan   You know how sometimes you read a Bucky fic and you just want to make him feel loved and make everything better?  Well this one is kinda like that but so much more so go read this series!

Naked - @marvelous-fvcks  Accidentally walking in on naked Bucky! How could this situation go?  Wonder no longer people, go read this fic which had we cringing in a good way and is just so well written and perfect in the descriptions of awkwardness!

Date Me Bucky Barnes - @brighterlights  Bucky finding potential love interests via Instagram? The whole idea behind this series had be caught from the first part and it continues to get better with each part.

A Lesson in Love - @buckyywiththegoodhair  This Bucky fic killed me and ripped my heart out and then smooshed it into a billion pieces only to give me the hope that it’s not over.

More Than That - @themcuhasruinedme  A lovely Steve series.  I’m really loving the whole Steve being a friend you confide in while he holds back his feelings for you and this one is worth binge reading.

Corners - @imamotherfuckingstar-lord Clint deserves all the love and this little fic is awesome and I just wanted to reach into the screen and give him a huge hug.

Chaos in the Pantheon - @letsgetoutalive  THIS SERIES IS AMAZING!!! Seriously! Greek Gods and Avengers! Go read this, all of it so far, go!

Star Trek:

The Part That Counts - @youre-on-a-starship  Scotty

Star-Crossed (pt 4) by @vintagevalentinexx Where are all my Scotty girls?  If you’re not reading this series already why not?  And if you aren’t a Scotty girl go read this series and maybe become one.

Crescendo - @goingknowherewastaken  I wanted to punch Bones for this one but then he made it better so I forgive him.  A Soulmate AU fantastically written with a great characterization of McCoy.

Wherever we are @the-nerdier-the-dirtier  I know a few people who need this fic.  Bones fluff where he is his lovely grumpy, awkward self with a hint of the take charge doctor we know and love.

Death by Karaoke @starshiphufflebadger I am so glad this one got pulled out of the half-finished folder because it is awesome. I don’t think I’ve read a reader insert that is more me than this one!!! Fantastic.

Blankets of fortitude by @kaitymccoy123 Fluffy floofy Kirk for you all.  I mean, how could a blanket fort not be super cute?

Good Girl - @sansasandorshipper Kirk manages to see beyond that ‘good girl’ image everyone seems to think you have and damn if it isn’t totally worth it.

Other Fandoms and Fics:

One Year - @antlers-inallofmy-decorating   Gaston! Oh man! I binge read the first 13 chapters of this story and I am telling you it is worth sacrificing precious sleep for.

I Object - @wayward-mirage  A little bit of Richard Speight Junior for you to read and appreciate.  Is he about to sit back and watch you marry some other guy?

The Normal Place, 8pm - @shellshcked  Donnie gets a text intended for someone else but aren’t they always the most fun?

What If? - @velcr0kitty  This little Mikey series has me desperate for the next part because if you know me then you know I need happy fluffy endings and I am really hoping this mutant turtle gets one.  

Flower Boy- Vernon Fluff

Originally posted by sneezes

Request: hello!!! may i request some fluff with vernon where he is a florist thats extremely shy and he falls in love with you at first sight and you start to visit his flower shop often and one day while ur looking at flowers in the back of the store he just kisses you. sorry if this is a bit much haha. thank you!!!

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1352

Member/Group: Vernon of SEVENTEEN

A/N: I hope you guys are okay with me choosing this as the first official scenario for our Vernilla Ice! The prompt sounded interesting, and I hope y’all enjoy reading my attempt at writing.


 The scent of roses hung in the air when the bell finally rang. Vernon, a young florist, stepped through the door and set the bundle of flowers he held in his hands on the counter. The yellow flowers were still quite small, and he would need to find a pot to plant them in so that they could grow to their full potential. Carefully, he took his apron out of the cabinet next to the register and began his morning. 

 His instincts kicked in, and for a good hour he walked around watering each flower with care. He remembered to place extra on the daffodils, which had been left in a particularly sunny spot on an extremely hot and dry day, and patted some fertilizer onto the freshly planted chrysanthemums. This routine was set in his head, and he hummed a little tune as he stepped through the entirety of the store caring for his sole source of income. By the time he finished by trimming back some overgrown mint leaves, the clock struck 9 am.

 Time to open again… 


 As usual, his first customer was his childhood friend, Boo Seungkwan.

 “I swear, that girl was checkin’ me out! I bet she was jealous that she doesn’t have my glorious figure or my striking features.” Seungkwan told him of another failed attempt to pick up girls at a nearby bar, and Vernon couldn’t help but let out the loudest chortle he had heard himself create in his 19 years of living.

 “Hey! Don’t laugh! Anyway, it’s not like your luck has been any better than mine in finding somebody that accepts your over-obsessive tendencies with flowers. Now that is weird.” Seungkwan fired back the comment and tucked his gloriously boo-tiful hair behind his equally as gorgeous ears.

 “Excuse me! I could totally date someone, I just don’t have time. You wouldn’t know, considering you don’t even have a good enough job to pay for your obsession of shipping Beyonce albums over to Korea even though you could totally just download them on your phone.”

 “Don’t diss my queen! Anyhow, I gotta go, tell your sister she’s still my favorite Chwe!” Vernon scoffed as Seungkwan slipped out of the blue door that led into the shop. He slipped back behind the counter, and began to look for a book amongst his pile of paperwork and files that had been strewn across his desk. He managed to find A Catcher in the Rye, and immersed himself in the storyline.

 Suddenly, the bell rang, nearly giving the young man a heart attack. The chair he had been resting in flipped over, and he shot up in an attempt to make himself not look as if he had just been dozing off to a good book.

 “Excuse me? I’m looking for roses for a gift. How much would a dozen cost?” You stuttered out, shyly kicking the ground with the front of your right shoe.

 “Depends on which ones you would like. The red ones are 25 bucks, but the yellow and white ones are 30.” He quickly answered, scanning his eyes over your features.

 “I guess I’ll take a dozen red ones then. Does the gift wrapping cost extra?” Vernon shook his head in response to your question, and began to walk over to the large display of roses in the center of the shop. You watched him cut the stems, and flush overtook your cheeks when you realized that you had been staring at him. As he took extra care in focusing on cutting identical lengths, he had been biting his lip. When the last snip was heard, you quickly turned away and pretended that you had been staring at the array of sunflowers laid out across the wall of the shop.

 “Ma’m, that will be $25. 57. Would you like pink or white lace tied around it?” He asked, and you shyly pointed to the white lace and chewed on your bottom lip. “So, are these for your boyfriend? Because I can tell you, he must be pretty special if you are buying him roses.”

 “Actually, they are for my mom, I don’t have a boyfriend. It’s her birthday and I buy her a bouquet of roses every year.”

 Vernon nodded and continued to listen to your rambling, but all he was focusing on was the first thing you said. She doesn’t have a boyfriend… but she’s so cute!

 “I just feel like they really express how much she means to me, you know?” You finished you story, but noticed Vernon was spacing out and staring at you as if you were a creature from another planet. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bore you. I swear, I’m such a chatterbox!”

 “No, I like hearing you speak. You know, if you ever want a job, come by here. I’d be glad to give you an interview, and you seem to know your way around flowers and their correspondence with holidays and celebrations.” You both laughed, and you nodded.

 “That sounds really nice. You’re name is is Vernon, isn’t it?” He nodded, and you continued. “My name is (Y/N). I gotta go, but if its okay with you I’m gonna take you up on that job offer.” He waved and sent you on your way. (Y/N), what a pretty name for a pretty girl.


 It had been a few weeks since your job interview at Vernon’s shop, and you had basically become his most trusted workmate. You guys spent practically every day together, even when neither of you had a shift. He would come over to your apartment and take you to go grab food. They weren’t exactly dates, per say, but you definitely had began to grow feelings for Vernon.

 You walked up the concrete steps and inserted your key into the lock that was the only barrier between you and your favorite career. When you entered the door, the familiar sound of the bell that welcomed customers rang. 

 “Hey, Vernon! What’s first on the agenda today?” You set down your backpack and slipped your apron on over the blue oversized turtleneck you wore. Vernon took a second to look up, as he was clearly extremely concentrated on a document in his hand.  

 “We got a new shipment of daises that we need to sort before opening today. Can you grab the gardening gloves off the shelf next to my desk?” He instructed you and you nodded before quickly moving to complete the task. You found Vernon’s thick black gloves and your light green ones that rested in the cupboard at the bottom of the shelf. Moving to put yours on, you rushed to bring Vernon what he requested.

 “So, just sort through and pull out any stray pieces of grass or plastic that may have gotten there during shipping. Vernon turned on his radio and you both silently began to sort through all the flowers.

 You were at the center of the bundle when something red caught your eye.

 “Hey, Vernon, I think a rose got mixed up in here somehow. What idiot puts this in daises?” You turned around with the flower in your hand, but your words were cut short by a pair of lips being placed on yours. Obviously, it was Vernon, so you decided to go ahead and melt into the kiss. The rose dropped to the ground, long forgotten, and your hands went behind his neck. You kissed him softly, and when he pulled away you took in a gasp of air.

 “So… I’m guessing you are the idiot who stuck that rose in there?” A pink flush spread across your face, and Vernon laughed loudly.

 “I’m not an idiot! I know you love them… I guess you could say I’m your flower boy, ay?” You laughed and shook your head before pulling him into a sweet kiss that began a new chapter in the life of you and your flower boy.


*** I hope that went with the request and you enjoyed it. Requests are still open guys, and don’t be shy! If you would like, request under you account name and I can send you a message when your request is posted. Love y’all!xx

Pepperony Week Day Five: Post-Civil War

Pepper had a list hidden away in a secret folder on her computer.  The title was a series of random letters and numbers achieved by closing her eyes and hitting eleven random keys.  Any hacker or burglar would write it off as junk and move on, or so she hoped.  Every couple of days she’d go into the folder and open the single file inside.

Reasons Why I Should Permanently Break Up With Tony

1: He’s completely unreliable.  He can’t shake bad habits and he can’t keep promises.

2: He’s full of himself.  Even when he’s saving people there’s this stink of arrogance like he thinks he’s owed something for it.

3: He hogs the bedsheets at night.

4: His idea of date night is making a Pepper sized suit and racing around the world.

5: David, the deputy director of R&D, is clearly interested in me and is a really sweet guy I’d be lucky to have.

6: He’s never going to stop being Ironman, which means he’s never going to stop risking his life, which means I’ll always have to fear for his life when he’s on missions.  

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Daddy’s Girl

Daddy’s Girl

Request: yes, omg so many daddy Namjoon requests, it was glorious!

Genre: Smut, Daddy kink

Member: Namjoon x Reader

Originally posted by go2bedjungkook

Plot: Awake and bored you text your boyfriend to come over, and he did, and he worshipped your body just as he usually did.  


You came to study in Korea a few months ago, one day you decided the scenery of your boring town was getting too much, you wanted to travel, meet new people and learn new things, and travelling to study was the best way possible, you learned Korean at home so you knew the basics but hearing it all day, everyday caused you to pick it up very easily.

While you were studying in a quite café close to your shared dorm you met a boy, who was now kind of your boyfriend? I mean were you together?

It was complicated but you enjoyed what you both had so you never questioned it, when ever either of you were sexually frustrated you would meet up, or if you just wanted to talk to someone you didn’t live with.

  You were both very close to each other but the fact that he was an idol made things complicated, you didn’t want to be in the media for dating an idol and he didn’t want to be questioned about being in a relationship, so you kept quiet and didn’t meet in public, which would be annoying but the sex was completely worth keeping your ‘relationship’ a dirty little secret.

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Love on the Brain || Jughead Jones

Hello amazing writer person <3 <3 can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader is singing love on the brain by rianah and Jughead hears her singing and takes a liking to her pretty please and thank you. You glorious person <3

A/N: This is kinda short but I hope it’s okay!

Gif by @ravemreyes

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Music playing through the school at 6:30 in the morning was not what Jughead was expecting to hear as he took his usual shower in the guys locker room. He poked his head through the shower curtains and craned his neck as he tried to listen.

Was it the morning choir? No… they wouldn’t be here until 7:15…

It was only then that Jughead recognized the song.

Was that… Rihanna?

Jughead turned the shower head off, stepping out of the shower. He quickly dried his hair as best he could and his body before throwing his clothes on and rushing down the hallway towards the music. It was only when the person began to sing did he stop.

And you got me, let go
What you want from me?

That wasn’t Rihanna. Sure, the song was hers, but the voice…

And I tried to buy your pretty heart, but the price too high
Baby you got me like oh

Jughead slowly walked to the music room; the source of the sound, unaware of what he would find.

You love when I fall apart
So you can put me together
And throw me against the wall

He looked through the little window of the music room’s door where he saw you belting out the notes to the song. Your back was half-turned to the beanie-clad boy and you were unaware of his presence.

Baby you got me like ah, woo, ah

You finally turned so your entire back was to him and Jughead took this opportunity as a chance to listen to you better. He slowly cracked open the music room door and stepped through, leaning against the wall.

Don’t you stop loving me
Don’t quit loving me
Just stop loving it babe

Jughead was instantly infatuated with you. You were in his English class but he never even gave a second glance to you. How had he not noticed you before? With your stunning looks and incredible voice, he was kicking himself for not introducing himself to you earlier.

Oh, and baby I’m fist fighting with fire
Just to get close to you
Can we burn something babe?

Jughead had to say something. Do something to let you know how much he loved your singing.

And I run for miles just to get a taste
Must be love on the brain

Jughead began to applaud at your performance. Bad idea. You let out a surprised yelp and spun around, facing the raven-haired teen.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Jughead exclaimed as you quickly turned the music playing from your laptop off. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You turned back to Jughead with a glare.

“What are you doing here? What do you want?” you demanded.

The Jones boy’s cheeks turned bright red.

This was not going to plan.

“I-I’m sorry. I just heard you singing from the guys locker room and I guess I just followed your voice,” he said sheepishly. “You’re a really good singer.”

Your gaze softened and you cleared your throat.

“Thanks, um… I’ve just been practicing for a concert and the notes have been tough to hit, and I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” you said frustratedly. “God, just… Next time tap me on the shoulder or something. Because randomly clapping? Yeah, no. Terrifying.”

Jughead nodded.

“Right. Got it. Sorry.” he said as he looked down, absolutely mortified.

You smirked at him.

“I’m Y/N by the way.” you said.

Jughead looked up at you, feeling some of his confidence return at your smile.

“Jughead.”

You nodded.

“Well, nice to meet you, Jughead,” you said. “What do you say we get some breakfast at Pop’s? We still have an hour or so before school starts.”

Jughead beamed.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” he said.

You smiled.

“Alright then,” you said as you put your laptop away, swinging your backpack strap over your shoulder.

“You gonna tell me why you were here early?” you asked. “I told you why I was here.”

Jughead sighed.

“That’s a story for a different day.”

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