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A/N: Let me know if you like this one! It’s my first little piece of writing and I would really appreciate the feedback! 


The mattress squeaks under duress as you land with a loud thud. You don’t know how you managed to find a room without barging into horny youngsters trying to savour every inch of each other. Thankfully you didn’t, and you were gracious for the moment of peace the silence gave you (even if the bass was slightly pouring through the closed door). It wasn’t normal for you to be drinking so much; you usually were the one taking care of Harry when he had a bit too much to drink. Dealing with drunk Harry was like dealing with an over affectionate boyfriend. There’s lots of sweaty kisses on your cheek, and the occasional “really do love yeh, pet, ever since we met” followed by you stuffing his mouth with bread to ignore the slight swirl you’d feel from his words. And regardless of the amount of alcohol he drank, Harry would practically beg for a cuddle with you. He’d claim it’s because your five foot build fits so perfectly with his, but he knows he wouldn’t get a chance if he was sober, so he uses his slightly intoxicated state to breathe words he’d never say and actions he’d never do.  

“And where is Harry now?” a little voice murmured.

 A tiny jab of irrational jealousy poured through you as you were reminded of his arms wrapped around another girl, who, in your opinion,  had a little less clothing on than most. You watched them together - his eyes taking in her body, reaching forward to whisper something she’d inevitably giggle at. You’d see the way she’d looked at him, like he was some God, born with the body and charisma that would make any girl swoon. You couldn’t blame them of course, his mixture of cocky and confident drew people to him. For you, it was his adorable sense of humour and his pursuit to bring happiness to anyone he cared for. And that allowed you two to become friends. Good friends. Close friends.  Right?

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raphael openly following simon on twitter just to post cryptic things about betrayal and heart simon’s tweets even tho it’s nothing but boring shit like a picture of a cat he passed in an alley or bits of original lyrics

anonymous asked:

Can you maybe do head cannons for the Pre-Fall!Reyes coming home after a mission to find his s/o baking his favourite sweet in cute lingerie waiting for him to come home and just giving him the love and appreciation he needs?? Thanks!

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Originally posted by redanian

Give 👏 this 👏 man 👏 a 👏 break 👏  I used pan dulces (sweet bread) as Gabe’s favorite sweets cause honestly its godly. 

 Requests for stories are closed but headcanons are still being accepted here.

  • Reyes knows somethings up as soon as he opens the door.
  • The house is oddly warm and there is such a intoxicatingly and familiar sweet smell wafting through his apartment.
  • Almost instinctively he drifts towards the kitchen,eyes heavy, limbs sore and stomach growling for whatever that smell is.
  • He’s tired but not tired enough to take a good amount of time soaking up the view of you in nothing but detailed lingerie.
  • Gabriel has an eye for the good stuff and he’s not just talking about the expensive lace you wear. 
  • He leans in the doorway as you’re immersed in the middle of baking. The lace of your undergarments leave little to the imagination and Gabriel is ever so thankful. 
  • He watches you for a while before you speak up. 
    • “You gonna stand there or greet your lovely s/o?” You ask and he smirks at your snarky tone. 
  • Immediately wraps his arms around you as you move to close the oven. His body is pressed against yours as he moves to place kisses all over you.
    • “Whats all this, amor?” He whispers as he peppers sloppy kisses all over your neck. “Spoiling the likes of me?”
  • You laugh, arms wrapping around his neck for a proper kiss. 
  • Gabriel obliges much to eager. Hands trailing down your curves and towards the lace of whatever he can find as he kisses you senseless.
  • You stop him, grabbing his hands in place before pulling away. Much to both your displeasure’s.
    • “Nah-uh, hun.” You smile looking into his tired eyes softly. “I have clean clothes laid out for you on the bed and some sweets baking. Go shower and then we can have some fun.”
  • He sighs with so much love. Asking what he did to deserve to be spoiled by such an amazing person such as you.
    • “You do so much for everyone and me. The least I can do is spoil you after a long mission.” You turn away from him, grabbing a baked Marranito and placing in his mouth before he can protest. “Now go,I’ll be here.”
  • Reluctantly he does so, savoring the taste of the sweet bread while ignoring the wiggle of your hips as you watch him walk away. 
  • When he’s done, you settle him down on a table chair backwards. 
  • You kiss at the visible bruises and battle damage his body recieved before moving your hands to massage him down. He leans forward on the back of the chair, melting almost instantly as he munches on whatever his tired arms can reach. 
  • His work is long and taxing but with you he’s relaxed and content. Your soothing touch as well as a plate of assorted sweet breads you’ve made him have him releasing sighs of pure bliss.

Happy AkuRoku Day! ♥ I actually wrote a completed one-shot for you guys this time! All fluff and afterlife feelings, so I hope you enjoy!

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They didn’t go out and watch the latest superhero movie. They didn’t make a reservation at that one restaurant they both like, which didn’t always have the best entrees but always had a decent bread basket and that sea salt cheesecake they could never say no to. They didn’t do anything the couples magazines told them to do–flowers, jewelry, scented candles, a new dress and suit, some ludicrously expensive gold-leaf and champagne infused candy from that one store that opened downtown.

They were both thankful for that.

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Struck Mute: Alfie Solomons One Shot - Requested

I love alfie can you write about how he’s never had problems with women before talking them up and shit but when he meets this one girl who’s a bit shy and reserved and the big boss starts stumbling on his words and she sorta stands there with a faint smile watching him struggle and he gives up and just asks if she’d come by and have tea with him one day?! I know it’s too specific but please I can’t write for shit and it’ll mean a lot thank youuuuu

 Warnings:  fluffy Alfie might just make ya swoon too

STRUCK MUTE

Alfie sat ramrod straight at his desk; an odd position as noted by Ollie when he brought over papers to be signed.  Usually his feet were stretched out across the surface as he leaned way back in the chair.   His usually rolled up sleeves were neatly fitted about his wrists, and it was obvious he struggled not to fidget with the scratchy cuffs.   Keen eyes that normally would have watched Ollie’s progress, were focused on the pocket watch sitting among the scattered paperwork.

He also never cursed once, easily scrawled his signature when presented with paper, and said not one booming word to Ollie as he walked back to his own corner space.

Something was definitely up.

Ollie peeked over the glass partition, saw his boss fidgeting with his shirt, patting his hair and beard, and finally glancing down at the watch when probably only 5.6 seconds had passed since his last glance.   He seemed very nervous.   Usually that didn’t bode well for Ollie.

All of sudden, Alfie jumped up from behind the desk and scurried towards the door; mumbling about needing a little something from the bakery.

Ollie stood confused as he watched his boss shuffle out the door, wondering if he meant bakery… or actual bakery.  

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Alfie stood just within the doorway of the bakery kitchen.   That keen glare performing a quick scan of the days’ bakery orders.   If he was seeking something specific, his eyes held no hint as to what it might be.  Though an air of expectant waiting clearly lingered about him.   The kitchen staff held their breath, unsure as to the nature of this unexpected visit from the boss.    Each person holding to their own brand of nervousness, as Alfie stood staring into space; eyes intently focused on the bakery door.   Every now and then he would glance down at his watch, and over the shelf containing the daily pick-ups.   All of sudden his head snapped up and his body jolted to attention.

The woman who walked through the bakery door possessed the kind of beauty that immediately drew the eye. One could tell there was shyness to her in the slight hesitation of her body movements, as she proceeded across the floor, heels clicking over the mid-day customer din.   There was an understated glamour stated in her manner of dress.   A pinkish brown silk day dress with a pointed collar and tie, which dropped low and ended in a flared skirt.  The detailed embroidery above the waist bespoke of the cost of the garment.  Both colour and form suiting her willowy stature.  Perched atop her bobbed caramel toned locks sat a black velvet bucket hat, also finely detailed with feather and velvet decos.    The soft colour of the dress set off her peaches and cream complexion, and the low brim of the hat added an air of mystery to her person in how it shielded her eyes.   Approaching the counter, her hands twisted nervously around her beaded clutch.   Alfie remained with the door-frame, but his eyes never left the young beauty. 

She greeted the woman behind the counter with a quick smile and then quickly ducked her head once more.  “I’m here to pick up an order.”

“Yes of course Miss..?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.  The order is not for me.”  A nervous laugh escaped.  “It’s for my aunt.  I’m picking it up for my aunt.”

The woman sighed, “And her name is?”

A bright flush crept upon the young women’s cheeks, and it was at that moment Alfie finally stepped forward.

“That’s alright now Ms. Shannon, why don’t ya go in the back and check on the bread while I assist this young lady, right?”

Ms. Shannon shot Alfie a look like he had lost his mind.  Serving customers in the bakery?   Hell must have surely froze over.   When she turned back, eyes raking over the young woman, who didn’t seem very smart in her opinion – not that anyone had asked mind ya – but her winsome face and form certainly suggested the reason for her employer’s sudden interest in legitimate business.    She rolled her eyes at Alfie, who cast her a don’t ya even think it woman glare, before she nodded her head.

“Of course Sir.  Only ‘ere to help of course.”  

“Thank ya Ms. Shannon, much obliged.”  

He cast a charming smile at the young woman who had stood quietly watching their exchange, lips pursed to formally introduce himself as the bakery owner.   Her head raised, uncertain eyes peeking out from beneath the hat brim, but she breathed deep and cast a small smile before once again dropping her gaze to the floor.   Alfie Solomons had more than sufficient experience in addressing lovely ladies, but his usual swagger fled in the face of her shy smile, and he stammered a greeting.

“Yeah right fu… well so, ” he swallowed past the lump in his throat, “ya must be Mrs. Abrams niece now right?  Told me ta expect ya comin’ by.”

The woman finally raised her head to meet his gaze and immediately felt as a small prey being hunted by a circling hawk under those sharp eyes.   Timidly her gaze draped, only to land on full lips fringed with whiskers that gleamed with ginger accents.   Her mouth hung slack at the sheer masculinity that oozed from every aspect of the man.   A nervous ball had settled in the pit of her stomach.

Alfie stared at her lowered head for what felt like hours, part of him simply enjoying her presence … and having the opportunity to roam his eyes over her entire form.  He liked the hat very much.   He shifted from one leg to another and finally found his voice again.

“Yer aunt is a longtime customer here, always lovely to see her,” he leaned a little closer, “but it’s my pleasure to finally meet you.  She speaks of ya often.”    He extended his hand towards her.   “Ahh…. um…. that is….I’m Alfie Solomons, owner of this lil enterprise.”

She presented her slender hand and he was slightly surprised by the firm grip and that she finally met his gaze.  Her voice came quietly and he had to lean towards her to hear.   “Pleasure to meet ya also Mr. Solomons.”   She quickly withdrew her hand and lowered her eyes once more.

But the gaze had been long enough and Alfie now stood struck mute.   Fuckin hell.   Her eyes were two different colours.   Fuck me?   One shone like liquid gold, a fleck of blue-green contained around the iris. The other a crystal clear shade of pale blue that pulled him into their luminous depths.  The overall effect of both completely disarming and for a few moments he couldn’t breathe.  He imagined staring into them in all kinds of scenarios.  Several of which were not proving helpful in the present situation.  Trying to suppress the flush that overcame, he pressed onward.

“Ahhh, um… apologies Miss…I didn’t catch yer name?”  

A glance over his shoulder revealed Ms. Shannon standing by the daily orders shelf looking at him like she didn’t know him at all.   Alfie shook his head and turned back to find the woman’s eyes on him once more.    Damn but they were completely bewitching.    He could stare into them forever.   First ya need to gather yer wits and ask her out.  It may have been the first time Alfie mentally told his own self to fuck off.  

“I’m so sorry.  How rude of me.”  Her hand fluttered about her chest before tentatively reaching out and touching his forearm.   A shock of heat shooting straight up and infusing his face with a warm blush.   “It’s Miss Sarai Fischel.”

“Well that’s just lovely innit?”  He took the hand that had touched his arm and softly squeezed it.   “Just lovely that is.”

He turned back around, motioning to Ms. Shannon to retrieve the bread order, ignoring the rolling of her eyes.

“So yer aunt mentioned that ya were new in town, yeah?”

“That’s right Mr. Solomons. Jest about two weeks now.”

“And how do ya like our town so far Miss Fischel?”    

Ms. Shannon had arrived with the order and sat it on the counter.  Right between the two of them and turned about, trying to contain the chuckle at his unexplained awkwardness.  Sure and if she had not entered his office to find some easy strumpet bent over his desk at time or two.   Here he were now barely able to string a sentence together.   Alfie picked up the bags, trying to keep the annoyance from his gaze.

“Well I haven’t seen much of it jest yet.  Getting settled and all.”   She reached out to take the bags.   “Ummm, my aunt said it would go on her account?”

Alfie nodded and flashed a smile, “No worries at all Miss.”  

He stood holding the bags, while she stood staring back at him, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks.  Her heart hammering and she wonders if one could ever hide from that unnerving stare.  She was certain no one had ever looked at her like that before.  Like they wanted to eat her up in one bite.  Yet also seemingly unsure in her presence.  The idea that she could affect a man so.   Her pulse was racing, and she knew a trace of fear that all her insecurities might be etched across her face.   He was so handsome.  So… male.  What would he see in her?   She wished he’s say something else.  Something indicating more than a passing interest.   Ms. Shannon appeared behind him.

“Mr. Solomons, why don’t ya carry the young ladies bags to her car?”  She offered a warm smile.  “I noticed they were quite heavy.   What with that all the special Sufganiyah ya included.”

She pushed Alfie forward and he raised his arm indicating to follow Sarai outside.   Suddenly remembering his manners, he shuffled past her to open the door; the bags bumping against both their legs in his haste.

“Ohh fuc…. I mean, apologies Miss Fischel.  Careful now.”

He followed her out the door and to her vehicle.  An older gentleman sat behind the wheel and he tipped his hat in greeting.   After placing the packages in the boot of the vehicle, they stood awkwardly on the pavement; Alfie feeling the gaze of her escort weighing critically upon him.  It was her timid voice that broke the silence.

“Thank ya so much for yer help Mr. Solomons.  ‘Tis most appreciated.”  Once more her hand darted forth and briefly touched his arm.  “I do think they would have been too much for me to manage myself.  I don’t know how we will manage to even eat all these wonderful baked goods.”  

“Yeah, well yer aunt does like her sweet breads, don’t she?”     What the fuck are ya rambing on about now?    Ask the lady out ya chicken.

She laughed lightly and then moved to step into the vehicle, when the low timbre of his voice halted her.

“Ahhh.. Miss Fischel?”

She turned back to him – damn, those eyes again – he swallowed his nerves.

“I was wondering.. that is.. um.. if yer of mind that is…”  clearing his throat he took a deep breath and forged on, “if ya be interested in seeing Camden  Town one day, I’d be more than pleased to escort ya ‘bout the Town.”   His eyes held a whisper of hope.  “Maybe a spot of tea. I know a lovely place.”

His breath held while he waited, unaccustomed to this new sense of apprehension before a woman.   Just when he thought his offer might be declined, her face split into the most beautiful smile he had ever beheld.  

“I think I would like that very much Mr. Solomons.  It sounds lovely.”

He nodded and tipped his hat; immensely pleased with how the exchange had turned out, despite it not being his best impression.  

“Well that’s great innit, looking forward to it then.”   He opened the car door and assisted her into the vehicle.   “I’ll be in touch soon Miss Fischel.”

She demurely nodded, “Until then Mr. Solomons.”

Her escort, having already drained his patience, immediately started the vehicle and drove away, leaving Alfie standing by the curb.    He fair skipped back to the bakery, feeling the surge of confidence rising once more.   When he stepped inside the bakery door, Ms. Shannon was there in a flash.

“Well, did ya manage to unfurl yer tongue long enough to ask the girl out?”

“Ya doubt me woman?”

“She weren’t one of her normal doxies sir.  I expect ya ain’t had much experience with a real lady like that one, to be sure.”   Alfie suddenly felt a return of nerves to his stomach.   “Well, did ya ask ‘er or not.”

Alfie’s eyes widened and a look of doubt settled on his face, “I asked her to tea.”

Ms. Shannon’s jaw dropped and her mouth silently formed tea?

“Fuckin’ hell.”   He mumbled as he brushed past her, shoulders glancing off her ample form none to gently.   As he entered he passageway,  he caught her parting remark.

“Do ya even know what to do at a proper tea sir?”  

Her peals of laughter followed him all the way down the passage.  

  • Yukino: WE WOULD LIKE TO BUY ONE CHILD. PLEASE.
  • Saki: Wha-what?
  • Hachiman: YEAH, Y'KNOW, TO KEEP THIS ONE COMPANY.
  • (Rumi eats bread ignoring them)
  • Saki: I don't think you two understand how an orphanage works. You cant' just buy a child.
  • Yukino: WHY STOP THERE? WHY NOT GRAB TWO?
  • Hachiman: YOU'RE RIGHT HONEY. I MEAN, WHILE WE'RE OUT. HECK, THEY MIGHT EVEN GIVE US A DISCOUNT IF WE BUY 'EM IN BULK.
  • Saki: I mean, this isn't even a real orphanage. All these kids are my sibings...
  • Yukino: WE'LL TAKE A TWELVE PACK IF YOU HAVE IT.
  • Hachiman: WHY ONLY TWELVE? WHY NOT SHARE 'EM WITH ALL THE CHILDREN?
  • Saki: ...You're not listening to me, I see that now.
  • Yukino: MA'AM, WE WOULD LIKE TO BUY YOUR ORPHANAGE.

I love how there is a whole mythology behind Alice in Wonderland that is completely independent of the actual Alice stories.
Usually it centers on the Mad Hatter as a central, occasionally romantic, figure, and the Queen of Hearts as a straightforwardly villainous figure, often bypassing the chess stories in favor of the card ones. Some tie in both Wonderland and Through the Looking - glass. Some remove the Hare from the story of the Hatter, some ignore the Knights, most ignore the bread-and-butterflies.
I just think it’s so interesting that these stories have become so iconic that the characters don’t even need Alice to be recognizable.
Tl:dr: Lewis Carroll created amazing worlds how cool

My Guide To Jason Peter Todd

This includes Post-Crisis only (Crisis on Infinite Earths was this crazy DC event but it’s not important). You may see some Pre-Crisis scans around (particularly about a girl named Rena ugh), but ignore them. Pre-Crisis Jason Todd was a blonde Dick Grayson clone, intended to fill the gap while Dick Grayson ascended to the role of Nightwing, and nothing like the Jason Todd we know of today. We should call Pre-Crisis Jason something like Jimmy to avoid confusion but I don’t make the rules.

Jason Todd is the second Robin and the current Red Hood, unfortunately more well known as the glass case in the Cave (or the “good soldier”) that everyone breaks during tense moments. Don’t trust anyone who says he was a bad Robin because they’re wrong and should feel bad.

I’m sure you can find these issues all over the internet without my help, so without further ado… 

Bolded are the comics that I definitely recommend for him.

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@ that anon from earlier!

Just as these lovelies pointed out, starches are delicious and you shouldn’t be limiting yourself! Just remember to eat lots of veggies and to do what feels best for your body.

Can’t believe I forgot about spaghetti and garlic bread. Please ignore me 🙄

So,long story short, I've had some strange innuendo stuck in my head all night. So, expanding on a recent conversation, I figured I would write it out and share the results.

“I don’t understand what is so funny, Adam. All I did was ask the cashier to put butter on my muffin.” Michael huffed. Honestly, what was so hilarious about butter? Or muffins?

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“First we get hammered, then we screw.” Adam laughed, taking a pull of his beer. Michael cocked an eyebrow at Adam. "I didn’t know you were into carpentry, Adam.“

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"I’ll be in and out frequently today,” Michael explained. “There are so many things to do in preparation -” He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Adam’s face, screwed up in silent laughter. “What did I say this time?” he groaned.

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“Adam, I have a package with your name on it!” Michael calls from the next room. “You sure do.” Adam mutters to himself with a grin, as he hops up from the couch.

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“These are some hard buns, Castiel. Are you sure we did this correctly?” MIchael asks, holding up two small lumps of what was supposed to be bread. He ignored the snickers coming from the doorway, and looked expectantly at his brother.
“I- I think we may have made a mistake somewhere, Michael. We might need to ask Dean or Adam what to do when it gets hard like that.” Castiel shakes his head and sighs.
From the next room, Michael and Castiel could hear their respective lovers laughing heartily. Michael frowns and looks down at the discarded recipe book.
“Something tells me they won’t be much help right now.” Michael sighs. “Let’s try this one more time. What is making it so hard?”

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“I had to come in through the back door.” Michael informed Gabriel. “I just don’t understand why you won’t just leave your front door unlocked. You knew we were coming over.”
Gabriel shrugs and pats Michael’s shoulder. “I just always figured you were a back door person.” he snickers, sending Adam into fits of laughter.

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maniccas this is an example of how I feel the conversations would go. feel free to add your own. :D

"Better Than This" One Shot

Author: mooses-unicorn-in-the-tardis    

Summary: Reader has suffered from anorexia in the past and feels themself starting to relapse so asks Sam for help. He makes the reader a sandwich and helps them through the ordeal of eating it.

Warnings: mentions of past eating disorders, relapse, difficulty eating, swearing.

Word count: 1,545

You stand up from your bed and start walking towards the library. You’re going to ask for help this time, before it gets out of hand. You refuse to relapse and fall back into that dark pit. You’re better than this.

But the little voice in your head keeps incessantly needling “But are you? You know you’re not, not really. Just think how much better you’d feel if you were skinnier. You’d be happier, you’d be more attractive… NO! You shout back in your head. I don’t need this.

You reach the end of the hallway and see Sam sat at a table, reading, while Dean is cleaning his sawn-off.

“Sam,” you say in a small voice. “C-can I talk to you for a moment?”

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