im not tagging her whole name because i can never remember it for the life of me so

New Year. New Me. {Peter Pan Imagine}

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Part One  Part Two 

Peter Pan Imagine 

Author: Joi A. Wade 

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ arfrona

Requested: Yes,  HI CAN I HAVE A EXTREME FLUFF IMAGINE WITH ROBBIE KAY OR PETER PAN WHERE YOU GUYS GET INTO A REALLY REALLY BAD FIGHT AND YOU DECIDE YOU GUYS SHOULD BREAK UP AND HES LIKE NO BABE WAIT IM SORRY AND YOURE LIKE NOPE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE AND THEN YOU LEAVE AND HE CANT FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU SO HE TRIES TO WIN YOU BACK AND IT TAKES A WHILE BUT ONE DAY HE FINALLY WINS YOU BACK EXTREMELY FLUFFY PLEASE,  OMYGOD I SO LOVE THIS!!!!,  I love this so much ohmhgod,  I got chills! Is there going to be another part?,  AAAH I love this!!!! ;uu; part 3…?,  You should do a part three to New Year New Me, home slice!😬😬,  New year new me is amazing😭 please tell me that there is gonna be a part 3,  That was absolutely amazing! Will there be a third part to New Year New Me?,  Omgggggg 😍😍 I just read both parts of New Year new me you’ve got me hooked ITS SO GOOD !!!!!!1!111!1!1!!!1

Note: Last part after this coming soon! Hasn’t been pre-read, so might be some errors. Enjoy the juice!


Months have passed since the whole New Years incident. Peter has tried contacting Y/n for the longest, from texts to calls, emails, through her friends, voicemail. You name it, he’s tried it. But, nothing from her. Y/n was really done with him. And that didn’t sit right in his stomach, his brain or his heart. 

When he got back to the place the two of them shared, her side of the room? Empty. Her stuff in the bathroom, the closets, the living room. It was all cleaned out. This was really happening, and he was the only one to blame. He didn’t know how long he thought his whole game would last, he just wanted to have someone on the side, just wiling to give themselves up for his needs and wants. But now, all he really wanted and needed was his love to forgive him. 

Peter was a wreck without Y/n by his side. How she would cook breakfast on certain mornings, or him cooking for her and being scolded for almost burning the kitchen down. Usually she did most of the house cleaning, because he worked most of the time, and now their home was a complete mess and it smelled of depression and months of just barely showering. He kept the curtains closed all day, leaving it to look dark; he barely ate, or slept, and he was pretty sure he’s now fired from not coming into work. He was even threatened to be kicked out if he didn’t pay the rent. 

Knocks could be heard from the front door, making Peter awaken from his dark slumber. He hasn’t been dreaming since Y/n left him, just endless darkness surrounding his mind. Once his eyes adjusted, he found the ceiling yet again for the hundredth time that day, and the knocking just kept coming. Letting out a soft groan, Peter turning his head to where he see the door. Confused for a second as to why, he then remembered he never made it to the bed. He was laying the couch.  

Reaching over, Peter took a look at his phone, seeing that there were multiple missed called and messages from work, some friends…Wendy. But, none from the only person he’s been wanting to talk to. The loud and rapid knocking got worse, making Peter groan louder at the annoying noise the echoed around the place. Getting up lazily from the couch, he slowly made it way to the door, shouting at whoever it was that he was coming. Once he opened the door, all he wanted to do was slam it right back. But, it was too late. She flung herself at him. 

“Oh, Peter! Why haven’t you been returning my calls? I was so worried about you, what have you been doing? And, ugh!” As quickly as she clung to him, she pushed him away once the smell hit her nostrils. “You smell like shit. When was the last time you took a shower-”

“What the hell do you want?” He rasps, eyes glaring down at the petite woman that stood with the bedroom eyes he swore he never wanted to see again. 

“I’ve missed you…I’ve missed us-”

“Us? There is no us. There never was, and there never will be. You ruined my life, I should have never let you in, you’ve tainted the best relationship I’ve ever had, and I let you. If I ever see you face again, I swear to God I will be put in jail for beating the shit out of you.” 

Without even hesitation, he slammed the door in her face. Walking away from the pounding, he tried ignoring her whining for him to come back and talk, but just went deeper into the condo. About 20 minutes passed when Wendy finally stopped trying and left, leaving Peter to sit in his funk and silence yet again. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not knowing if you were okay or not was driving him crazy. Were you still in town? Did you find someone else. 

Just as that thought crossed his mind, he got a text message. Looking at the ID, his heart dropped when he say it wasn’t who he was hoping for. Sighing heavily, he opens it. It was Felix. 

‘Dude, it’s been months. I haven’t seen or heard from you.’ 

Rolling his eyes, he replies. ‘And?’

‘Look I know you’re wallowing, but this is ridiculous.’

‘You and Tiger have made it clear that you want nothing to do with me. Just like her.’

‘I admit, what you did was below the belt, but you’re still my best friend. I care, and Y/n still cares about you. Whether you believe it or not. She does.’ 

Not responding this time, Peter just stares at those words Felix left. Ping.  Looking again, another message. This time, a short video. Of her and some dude. This turned his blood into ice. So here he was crying over someone who won’t return his calls and goes out with other guys. Sure, he has no right to Y/n, they weren’t together. But that doesn’t stop the little green monster that built in the pit of his stomach. Who were you with? Squinting at the picture, he nearly choked once he identified who exactly you were with. 

Her ex, Newton. 

“That British son of a bitch.” 

Behind Bars

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Pairing: John x daughter!Reader, Dean, Sam
Word count: 929
Warnings: Swearing

Daddy’s Little Delinquent


Taking in a teenage girl wasn’t ever something he’d expected. Let alone one that was on the road to jail time, who’s mother did drugs, and therefor overdosed. Feeling his phone vibrate, he pulled it out and saw a text from Dean.

Is daddy’s little delinquent staying for dinner? What does she like?

Reading that, it really hit him. Life was about to get much more difficult for John Winchester. “Fuck.” He muttered.


You flexed your hands and turned your wrists when the cuffs were finally taken off you. John arranged to take you to pack some things that weekend. You’d yet to speak to either John or Dean.

Dean couldn’t stop looking over to you, trying to see any family resemblance. There might have been a faint one, but he couldn’t tell. Not with your piercings and makeup. John was in the other room, on the phone with Sam, asking him to come over. He didn’t tell him why, just that it was important.

Walking back into the living room, he sighed. “Sammy will be here soon.” He sat down on the couch, running his hand through his short hair. Finally, his brown eyes looked over at you. “So.” He started, not sure how to go about this whole thing. “Sorry about your mom.” John told you, his voice low.

Shrugging, you picked at the shredding on your jeans, never looking over. Dean looked between you two and decided to speak up. “How’s it feel knowing your dad’s a cop?” He couldn’t help but smirk at the irony.

You looked over at him. “Are you asking if I’d have ‘cleaned up my act’ if I knew?” The attitude you gave him made it clear you didn’t like this one bit.

“I dunno. Just askin’.” Dean shrugged. “I don’t even know what you’ve done.” He pointed out. “All I heard was you had a record.” That could have meant just about anything.

John took a swig of his beer and sat back, his arm on the back of the couch. “So, what’s on this record of yours?” He asked. When you didn’t say anything, he sighed. “I’m a cop, sweetheart. Either you can tell me, or I can look for myself when I go to work.” 

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anonymous asked:

(part 1) ur gonna roast me for this but im legit curious why mafia AUs are so bad? im asking in a non confrontational way, i get it romanticizing mafia is wrong, but i also believe that 1)most mafia AUs are a really toned down type of mafia;2)they do make for some interesting kinds of dynamics with fanart and with fics; 3)in a fic specifically u can create your own world and call something mafia and still make it so they don't kill innocent people but only idk members of other gangs or sth

(part 2) plus theyre a way to put ur charas in a completely diff context and see what theyll do. i mean i dont believe that writing ships in a certain context (like mafia) equals romanticizing that context. mafia AUs arent even my fav things to read (in fact i almost never do), im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

I’m not gonna roast you don’t worry xD okay wait let me check if I replied to this already if yes I’m gonna c/p because it’s half past midnight otherwise I’ll just go at it again wait *checks tags* fff obviously I don’t have a general post but anyway pls read this after you’ve done with my post and then this which is also choke-full of links. plus for a (not nice) laugh: here. AH WAIT I FOUND THE POST.

okay, so, let’s have it out of the way: I have nothing against mob aus or crime aus. I have a problem against calling them mafia AUs because in the US mafia = organized crime at large, in Italy mafia = ACTUAL EXISTING ORGANIZATIONS THAT ARE ACTIVELY HARMFUL. now that I introduced the topic I’ll c/p you the reply I gave to another anon who while discussing the issue pointed out that most writers don’t even know Italian mafia is a thing, which is pretty much on the same discourse so…

*The thing is - in the US it might not be enough of a deal anymore and I honestly do get why people make the mafia = regular mobsters, since the mafia was the first foreign organized crime being exported to the US via italian immigrants (sorry if this sounds horrible in English but I just woke up and I still didn’t have coffee) so I understand that mafia became the umbrella term.But the thing is that - as you said, these people don’t even know that there’s a mafia in Italy anymore or where the word comes from.

 I’m going to link to italiansreclaimingitaly’s tag about the mafia and its perception outside Italy because they posted about this extensively and it’s an excellent resource, but meanwhile I’m gonna do a very short bullet point list and about the topic:

  • Mafia might not be a big deal in the US, but it still is here. We have the beauty of four different mafias (Cosa Nostra - the Sicilian one, camorra which is the one in Campania but has tendrils spread everywhere, the ‘ndrangheta which is in Calabria and the Sacra Corona Unita in Puglia) which are all active [especially camorra and 'ndrangheta] and whose actions have direct impact (negative) on our economy and on our society. Actually mafias are one of the main reasons we’re currently economically fucked up, and if I start talking about how mafia culture keeps some areas literally backwards I could talk about it for three months.
  • There are still people who are killed for standing up against them. These days the most prominent personality is Roberto Saviano who is a writer who dared to put together a book documenting minutely the way camorra works and he’s been living under protection for years by this point. Like, they want him dead because he wrote a book. And I’m sorta sure that he was talking about leaving Italy and going to the US after years of sticking with it here because he can’t take it anymore but I don’t know if it was a taken decision or if it’s still debating it.
  • It wasn’t even thirty years ago that we had the stragi di mafia - in english it’d be something like the mafia slaughters, basically around the beginning of the nineties there were a number of bombs planted by the mafia targeting people who were trying to oppose it including judges Falcone and Borsellino, actually the anniversary of Falcone’s death is like… tomorrow. And they’ve killed people for way longer than that. Here is a list of only Cosa Nostra victims including the ones from the eighties/nineties. And people are still dying because of it. The slaughters I’m referring to are just the ones in the nineties which are enough of a number.
  • They also perpetuate a culture where if you testify against your mafia-employed relatives you’ll be shunned forever. There are women who testified against their families and couldn’t see their children anymore never mind that they weren’t automatically considered a relative anymore the moment they sided against the mafia. Some people have committed suicide after becoming witnesses also because our police force/justice system can be terribly non-supportive in this kind of situation so they got left on their own. Never mind that back in the day - it was the beginning of the nineties? - I recall at least a particular story of - I think, correct me if I remember wrong but I can’t remember the names for the life of me - where this guy testified against the local mafia when he either used to work for them or was forced to pay them the pizzo and in retaliation his six-year old (or five? Anyway he had a son younger than ten for sure) got kidnapped, killed and thrown into acid to dispose of the body. That happened in what, 1993? 1994? It’s pretty much yesterday. And now the camorra is doing the same - there’s a list here of camorra victims among which accidental passerbys that got killed because they were in the way which I can tell just by glancing is not complete. And I’m not even going into the 'ndrangheta. That is to say, here mafia still kills people and cripples our country.

Now, I get that it’s a word, but the point was: let’s say that instead of the Italians the Japanese came to the US first and the umbrella word for organized crime was yakuza rather than mafia and let’s say yakuza was still what it was originally in Japan while in the US it stopped being a big deal and people write yakuza!AU instead of mafia AU. Let’s say someone Japanese gets angry at that and goes like 'listen the yakuza is a real deal it does this this this and that and it’s a plague in our country so can you please at least look it up before writing your fanfic’, which is what had happened way back then when this whole mafia and fanfic thing blew up. A bunch of people told us to get over it because it’s just a word and if it’s a problem in Italy it’s not in the US so why should they care? Now, if we had been Japanese (or Chinese or Russian or Mexican) would they have said the same thing? Considering the general tumblr attitude I’m pretty sure they would have received either an apology or 'this is an important deal let’s keep that in mind’ with signal boost reblogs and stuff. 

It’s the fact that we should get over people not knowing that it’s still a real problem for us and that they can’t take five seconds to google it that is the problem imo. Especially when instead of mafia au you can just say mobsters au or tag it as organized crime and everyone is a lot happier, mostly because as the tag above explains romanticising the mafia is a good thing for them because it means they can act outside Italy with less stigma because everyone thinks that the mafia is dead or not relevant anymore, if I’m explaining myself. (And it’s active outside Italy - like, there was a mafia kill in Germany in 2007 where six people died (sorry the link is in Italian but there isn’t an English wiki page, if you look the city up you’ll find something probably) and it was because of the 'ndrangheta.

I’d really like to not get worked over it because it meant it was a thing of the past y'know, but the problem is that it isn’t and I’d rather spread some awareness in hope some of these writers look it up (because it’s a good thing that people know what mafia is since as stated they have tendrils everywhere - if you read Saviano’s book the entire first chapter is about how camorra regularly deals with Chinese import/export in Italy for one) than shrug and figure that since they’ll think everything is good for fanfic then it’s not even worth my time.*

Now, ^^^ that was the c/p-ed reply that should answer most of your doubts. What I didn’t address was:

im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

aaaand as we say here in Italy, this is where the donkey falls (sorry we have weird sayings), because in theory there’s nothing wrong with that… except that in 99% of the mafia aus I’ve seen around the thing is that they’re supposed to be cute.

like, I see a lot of shit with TINY MAFIA BOSS STEVE ROGERS with RUSSIAN ENFORCER BUCKY (????? bucky isn’t even russian???) and the yoi thing I saw before had the japanese character being the leader of a russian mafia gang which is… like… guys it doesn’t happen it really doesn’t, and a lot of them re-use wrongly terminology taken from the godfather without context or knowing what the hell it means, and it’s always from the criminals’ pov and they’re somehow seen as criminals doing justice where the police can’t (???) and like… no. mafia bosses/enforcers/employees are bad people period, and at least here if you try to leave or repent they kill your family in retribution. like, not even ten years ago there’s been a woman who used to belong to a mafia family (or one colluded with the mafia) who testified and her entire town/family shunned her and she couldn’t take it anymore and… killed herself drinking acid if I don’t recall wrong. it’s not even special cases. this shit is not funny, it’s not cute, it’s not adorable and it’s not good fodder for your imagine your otp scenario (srsly I saw one like.. let me find it,

LIKE. just look at this shit. in a regular context, the enforcer goes to the show owner to force them to pay a monthly sum to their boss lest they destroy their shop and their lives and their family’s life never mind that mafia culture is deeply homophobic so the mafia enforcer flirting with the shopkeeper is like completely fucking out of the question. I mean, people here like to shit on the sopranos but that show was actually excellent representation of Horrid Criminals Who Were Never Supposed To Be Good People and the small arc that happened when one of tony’s friends turned out to be gay (closeted) was REALLY well done. btw, it ended that when they found out he was gay most of the crowd rejected him and thought badly of him until I think they killed him also for other reasons, but that spiraled from finding out he liked dick. and that’s american mafia that they actually based on well-done research of the culture in Italy it came from, I assure you that here it doesn’t work that differently. like. the shit above is so inaccurate and frankly offensive, it’s like… I get people romanticizing problematic stuff but the thing is that when you tell them that it’s actually offensive you get brushed off as ‘ah well you’re being too sensitive it’s just a word u__u’. now, I’m all for exploring shit we wouldn’t be into, but not like THAT, because that’s like mafia romantic comedy and that’s not how it works. now, you wanna do a fic where the mafia characters are deeply flawed and bad people and the police tries to catch them? fine, great, go ahead. you wanna do a fic where the enforcer above deals with dunno an entire life of internalized homophobia when he finds the shopkeeper attractive and feels conflicted over having to con money out of him and doing horrible shit for a living and maybe understanding that crime isn’t worth it and then he actually collaborates with the police and gets shit from about everyone he knows and loves for that? okay, awesome, go ahead. nothing bad in that.

but the shit above is not exploring things we wouldn’t/writing darkfic, it’s THINKING THAT A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION WHICH IS STILL A THING IN OUR PART OF THE WORLD IS CUTE AND ADORABLE. and that only plays in their favor because it takes the bad aura out of the word and we really should not let that happen. like. that is what is bad about mafia aus and mafia discourse, that people don’t realize the mafia is alive and well and thriving and not a thing that doesn’t exist or a generic word for organized crime.

you wanna write the shit above? okay, CALL IT CRIME AU or mob au, not mafia au.

btw, add-on: idk if I mentioned it in the above post or not, but in case I didn’t, I said that people would balk at the idea of a mexican cartel au. sadly since then I’ve found out a fandom where not only there is one but it’s also extra cutesy and people apparently love it and it has a bunch of kudos/comments and idek I’m not even touching that with a ten foot pole but like… I’ve avoided it and everything that author wrote because to me it’s just… nope. like, nope. if you do mafia aus don’t make them fucking cute. (also: in the same fandom I had to mute a v. famous fanartist whose art I actually liked but did cutesy mafia aus and.. like… haahahhaahahahahaha nah sorry. can’t go there. nope.)

Land Next to Me: Chapter 3

A/N: Woah this was longer than I planned-way over. This is almost twice the amount of chapter one lmao but anyways, here you guys go!! We’re back to Lucy’s POV now and things are escalating quickly!! 

Thanks @canasexual for being a lovely beta for this!! Honestly made this chapter so much better! <3 

Fandom: Fairy Tail/the 100

Rated: T

Words: 4369

Pairings: Nalu, eventual Gajevy and Jerza

Summary: Three hundred years since the human race has set foot on Earth, one hundred teen prisoners are sent down with nothing but their wits and each other. Even though she’s just as scared as everyone else, Lucy Heartfilia will do anything she can to make sure they survive.

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Chapter 3: Revenge Isn’t Justice

“Levy, I don’t know what to do,” Lucy cried as she kicked her bed, frustrated. “Don’t the people deserve to know they’re going to die in three months?”

Lucy was fucking terrified. Old memories ate at her, her stomach in knots while the rest of her body felt numb. If she had just kept her mouth shut, then maybe Levy…

Levy.

Broken. Bleeding. Dying.

Her breathing was haggard and heavy, her mind a jumbled mess with her thoughts disconnected and running rampant. They had somehow made it back to the camp, she surmised after looking up and seeing the dropship. She stumbled forward a few steps with tears freely flowing down her face, distorting her vision. She moved her hand to wipe the tears from her face and grimly realized that she was shaking.

A broken cry ripped from her throat as she hunched over as she felt her chest constrict. Her hands moved to grip her hair in an unsuccessful attempt to regain her composure, her thoughts and emotions completely overwhelmed by guilt and fear.

It was all her fault.

Levy was only on the ground because of her. Lucy had confided in her and told her about her mother’s plan to let the people of the Ark know that it was dying. She never even thought to consider the possibility someone could overhear them.

Lucy clutched the bracelet on her wrist, thoughts of her mother and her pointless death running through her mind as her stomach lurched up to her throat. Maybe if she tried to stop her mother, tried to convince her that she had been wrong, maybe she’d still be alive, maybe Levy and Lucy would still be in space where it was safe. At least, safer than the ground.

But her mom wasn’t wrong. The people did deserve to know.

And they never would.

She could hear voices getting closer, her body still bent over with her hands on her knees as she  tried to catch her breath. She had to stay strong.

Or, at least, look it.

With great amount effort and the little energy she had left, Lucy stood up, back straight, wiping away the tears that still fell from her face.

“What the hell happened?”

Jellal.

She wanted to laugh. Of course Jellal would be the one doing the questioning. It was only natural for the kids to look up to him after all; he was technically an adult and they were just a bunch of adolescent criminals who were sent down to save the lives of the innocent.

“We’re not alone,” she breathed out, staring him dead on. She saw his eyes widen, shock and confusion appearing on his face. There were mutters coming from all around her at her words, and she could hear them try to figure out what she was talking about. “There are survivors. Levy, she…” she trailed off. She couldn’t say it. It would only make it too real—too painful.

“She got hit.” She heard Loke finish and she gave him a half smile out of thanks. Her breath hitched at the look on his face—eyes red and jaw tense. He was trying to be strong, but she could tell that he was breaking down just like the rest of them.  

Her ears picked up the sounds of whimpering and her heart broke as she turned her head to see Jet and Droy with tears running down their cheeks, staring at the ground with an arm wrapped around each other. She felt her tears come back—though she doubted they even stopped in the first place—at the sight. They loved Levy just as much as she did, maybe even more.

“We need to go back for her. She could still be alive.” It wasn’t a question—Lucy needed backup. It was true they didn’t know what was out there, but there was no way was she leaving Levy for dead. “You have to come with us, Jellal. You have to help us.” Her voice cracked at the end, her words filled with pleading and desperation.

Lucy hated to ask him, she really did.

But he had a gun, and Levy was more important than her personal feelings.

She could see the pain, the conflict, in his eyes. He didn’t know Levy, hell, he didn’t even really know her. There was no reason for him to help her. More importantly, they now had more life-threatening issues to worry about, like the fact that there are survivors who potentially wanted to kill them all. The crowd started to raise their voices and she could tell panic was starting to settle in with everyone and she was slightly surprised it didn’t happen sooner.

“No,” Jellal stated, voice firm, “it’s a bad idea. We’d only get ourselves hurt—killed. We need a plan; you need to think this through, princess.” His eyes we’re focused on her as he crossed his arms in resolve.

It’s not like she expected him to say yes.

But it still hurt.

“We need to build a wall,” he shouted as he turned to the crowd of teens surrounding them, “make a defence to keep them out.” She wanted to yell, to scream at him to stop being such an idiot, but he wasn’t. A wall was a good idea. She could admit that. It would hopefully keep the grounders at bay, make it known they weren’t welcome. But right now, to her, it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered except saving her friend, and she’d be damned if she stayed to build a wall when she could be saving a life.

“What if it was Wendy?” she demanded, hands moving to her hips as she took a few determined steps forward, mustering up a look she hoped was intimidating. She had to look in control. His face contorted to one of complete shock and she saw his jaw clench, his hands curl into balls. His features changed to one of anger as he strode towards her, and for a moment, she was scared. She stood her ground, however, not backing down from his towering frame. She knew she made him think twice, that he might change his mind, because the reality of the situation started to sink in, she could see it in his expression, the way his body was tense.

She could only hope to God that he did, because she needed him.

“But it’s not,” his voice was low, tall frame looming over hers, “it’s not Wendy. I don’t know Levy, she’s not my only responsibility. And if I can save ninety-nine lives over one, I’m going to.” She crumpled at his words, shoulders shaking as she held back her tears.

Her teeth chewed the inside of her cheek, not knowing what to say. Because he was right, Levy was one life out of a hundred. She didn’t matter to him.

But Lucy couldn’t help but hate him for it anyway.

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Angel’s Daughter

Pairing: Daddy!Gabriel x Reader 
Words: 1224
Requested by Anonymous:  Can I please get a Gabriel oneshot where the reader had a daughter to him that he didn’t know about and he turns up when she’s only just starting school (4-6 years old) and she’s been getting bullied and the reader is unsure about letting him into her daughter’s life until she sees him stand up for her and play harmless pranks on her bullies which makes their daughter laugh and hug him? 

          You heard the sound of wings and knew who it was immediately. You hadn’t seen him in five years. Not since he had to go into hiding because of Lucifer. You hadn’t questioned it. You wanted Gabriel to be safe.

           “Y/N,” Gabriel’s voice was questioning.

           You turned around to look at him, “Hi, Gabriel.”

           “It’s been …”

           “Five years,” you said for him.

           “How are you?”

           “I’m great,” you said, “Really great.”

           “Great,” he nodded, “Umm …”

           “Gabriel,” you sighed his name, “I just … it’s been five years. I know why you’re here. I just don’t know if I can.”

           “I understand,” he said, looking around the room. His eyes landed on the pictures and you knew what he saw, “Is that …?”

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anonymous asked:

im new to the henvie hell i need guidance

@xibrev my time has come.

Well, I’m going to try to avoid any spoilers. Where I’m getting all this is from gameplay videos that have already been released on Youtube, so don’t think I have special access or anything. I should be so lucky.

I also don’t know how familiar you are with Assassin’s Creed and Henry Green and Evie Frye, so here’s the basic rundown: They’re trying to stop oppression in Victorian London, they stab bad people and look damn good while doing it, and they have cute accents. Sorry if this is all familiar to you.

So because Henry’s the Assassin running London, Evie and her twin brother Jacob (who, if you didn’t know, is basically like that hilarious weird uncle) are looking for his shop while standing on top of a roof, because why the hell not. (As anybody who’s been involved in Assassin’s Creed very long knows, you learn to suspend disbelief pretty quickly with that franchise.) So what happens next?

HENRY POPS UP ON THE GODDAMN ROOF LIKE EVIE SUPERNATURALLY SUMMONED HIM. That’s special.

And then there’s, like, swelling violin music in the background while they’re introducing themselves and she’s sizing him up. I mean, this is like a violent Nicholas Sparks movie.

And then…

What’s going on here: Evie’s looking at Henry like she’d swim the Seven Seas if he asked her to or if he vaguely implied that it needed to be done, Henry’s looking at Evie like he wants to marry her and also like he wants to make her scream his name, and Evie’s brother Jacob is already cockblocking them.

Yeah, clearly Jacob picks up on something, because he starts acting like a dick to Henry pretty quickly.

You need to hear the spite in his voice.

Evie’s reaction?

“Don’t kill my brother, love.”

I almost choked on a tomato when this happened: 

“For you, Evie, certainly.” (He originally called her “Miss Frye.” Why so informal all of a sudden, Henry? Wink wink.)

“And we will meet back on the train.” *cue adorable arm touching*

“Be careful,” Evie says with the expression of a woman seeing her man off to sea.

And then this cute little exchange.

I don’t know if they’re together yet by this point, but clearly she’s wearing the pants, and that’s the way, uh huh, uh huh, he likes it.

But then some shit happens and she saves his life and…

Henry: “Do you have the plans?”

Evie: “Did they hurt you?” (Fuck the plans!)

And then this happens…

Evie (with the most caring expression ever): “Get Miss Nightingale to look at that [the gash on his head]. Blah blah blah I’ll go be the badass here.”

Henry: “We’ll talk to the Maharajah again.”

Evie (with the perfect “I love you but you are a fucking idiot” expression): “I will talk to the Maharajah. You will get your head looked at.” (Remember what I said about her wearing the pants? She’s not ordering him. She’s informing him.)

Henry (with his man-pride clearly wounded): “I’m sorry my capture has undone your plans!”

Evie: “You’ll be safer on the train!” (Because she loves his sweet company and wants him to live so she can enjoy it a little longer.)

Henry: “You can’t just walk into Buckingham Palace alone!” (Henry, sweetie, I appreciate that you want to protect your girl, but she can handle her damn self.)

Evie: “I won’t be alone. I’ll see you on the train, Mr. Green.” (Yeah, she’s pissed. Henry better get his head looked at and buy her some flowers. But hey, every couple needs a lovers’ quarrel. Maybe they’ll have some makeup sex later.)

And then I don’t know what this is about, but they look like they’re about to kiss.

Anyway, so here’s the evidence: 

1. They look at each other like they never want to look away.

2. Jacob really seems hostile to Henry for “seemingly” no reason.

3. Uh, cinematography. Could it be more obvious?

4. I’ve watched videos with people talking as they play the game, and whether they’ve played the whole game or not is unknown to me, but they seem to pick up on some sexual tension, so clearly I’m not alone here.

5. In a podcast, Victoria Atkin (Evie’s voice actress) kind of danced around the issue in a very hinty way.

6. This post, about something on Ubisoft’s website. Date guys from India (where Henry happens to be from)? Women can propose? What are y’all saying?

Here’s a video where a lot of this happened, by the way. Sadly, the other video got taken down.

If you’d like to know more about Henvie Hell, please feel free to browse my Henvie tag. You may also want to visit, @xibrev, my King of Henvie Hell. (I’m the Queen, obviously.)

The good in Dean’s life. Finally.

Pairing : SamxReader, Dean
Word count : 913
Author : Mel

Final part to Pregnancy Curse.



The boys hauled ass home once they finally dealt with the nest. You heard the door then their boots running down the stairs. “Babe!” Sam yelled.

“Sweetheart!” You could hear them running around looking for you.

“In here!” You called from your bedroom. “Why are you home so early!?”

Both boys ran to the bedroom door. Dean getting there first, then Sam pushing past him. “Why are you just laying here?”

“What do you mean?” You looked at him confused.

“I told you to call!” Dean was almost panicked.

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anonymous asked:

I'll give you my firstborn child in exchange for more of the sid billeting with the malkins fic PLEASE IM DESPERATE (I mean 100k would be nice but I'd settle for a ficlet....)

How could I ever say no to the promise of your firstborn? Name them Hazelnut in my honour <3

Follows 1-3, 4, and 5.


The three and a half weeks leading up to Sidney’s departure is probably the best time of Zhenya’s life. Top three, for sure.

“For sure,” Denis mocks in his truly abysmal accent, before shaking his head and mumbling under his breath about his idiot brother.

Whatever. Sid says it all the time and Zhenya has maybe picked up on it a little. Imitation is a form of empathy. Zhenya is pretty sure he’s read that somewhere.

“You read?” Sidney chirps, and three and a half weeks earlier Zhenya would have wrestled him into submission. Now he gets to wrestle him into submission and kiss him to shut him up.

It’s objectively amazing.

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tfa thoughts, finally

I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS and im finally writing them down, and this is really incoherent and i meant to finish this ages ago but whoops, the point is: here goes

I’m deliberately sticking with all of the GOOD, because I’ve seen so many criticisms and while criticisms can be and are valid, they’re all grinding my gears because they completely seem to dismiss the revolutionary nature of this film and

Just

This is really incoherent, kind of unstructured, and full of loud yelling, but

Let’s roll

(NOTE: THIS IS FULL OF TFA SPOILERS. MAJOR SPOILERS. DON’T READ IF YOU’VE NOT SEEN THE FILM. Tagging @cogito-ergo-dumb  and @mlder bc i explicitly remember them yelling at me to let them know when I post this, and rn I’m in a lot of pain and don’t have the energy to scour through my inbox to find everyone else who requested they be tagged. I’m so, so sorry. I’ll come back and add u to this later, peeps. anyway, here goes:)

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