is said the way River hears people when she reads their minds

I'm On My Knee

Hi babes! This is a marshmallow-soft story about the reader and Tom having a special inside joke. That inside joke being Tom dramatically falling down onto one knee to tease her after she accidentally tells him that it’s always been how she wants to get proposed to. The inside joke makes the both of them think a lot about their future and cuteness ensues! I hope that you like it!

Side note: The film was everything I wanted it to be and more? It owns my entire heart? The cast did so well and I’m so happy for all of them and my heart is just overflowing with love and I’m going to see the film again tomorrow!

I’m On My Knee

“He makes me want to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.” She murmured to her boyfriend, utterly and completely inebriated. “I want to learn how to cook so he can always come home to a hot meal. He makes me want to learn more so that I’ll always have new things to talk to him about, and he makes me want to take care of myself so that I can look good for him. I wanna read every book on the planet earth and watch every film, just so I have stories to tell him before we go to sleep. But, mostly, he makes me wanna wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.”

    Tom smiled, securing a strong arm around her waist before she had the opportunity to slip from the barstool she was trying to twirl on. Holding her still, he questioned, “anything else you want, darling?”

    Lurching forward, she twined her arms around his neck and moved to perch on his knee. She shoved her face into Tom’s neck and breathed in deeply, dragging her hands across the expanse of her boyfriend’s chest. He smelled of french cologne, the fabric of his shirt felt soft beneath her cheek, and she was so close to him that she could count the beats of his heart. “I love you.”

    Supporting her frame, Tom kissed the top of her head, “I love you more.” She sighed into his chest and Tom helped her to her feet, making sure that he still had her locked in his arms. “Let’s get you home now, drunky.”

“I want him on his knee like in the old films,” she added before she allowed Tom to guide her to their parked car.

    Truly, Tom felt the same way about her, but there was no way that he wouldn’t tease her about her intoxicated confession every chance he got. He’d been dreaming about how beautiful she’d look walking down the aisle to meet him since their third date and it comforted him that she seemed to feel the same way.

    She knew that she had majorly screwed up the next morning when Tom dropped down onto one knee, offering her a bottle of advil and a glass of water to soothe the pounding in her head that refused to be ignored.

    “On my knee, baby, just how you wanted!” Tom smiled, his curls flopping down in his eyes in the most endearing of ways. She hated that he looked so cute while he was so successfully embarrassing her.

    Groaning, she brought her hands up to cover her face, “Tom, stop! I told you that I was just drunk. Let it go!” She pleaded, blush spreading as far as the tips of her ears.

    Her boyfriend feigned hurt feelings, “well, if you were truly joking, guess I’m out of here. Gotta go get me a girl who’s in it for the long haul.” Tom joked as he moved to walk out the door.

    “Tom,” she whined before rushing forward to keep him in place with a hug. “Stop being so dumb and help me make pancakes. You flip them better than I do.”

    Smiling down at her, Tom took of her hands within his own and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “One day, I’ll be way more than just your boyfriend who flips pancakes better than you do. One day, I’ll be your husband who flips pancakes better than you do.” Tom laughed, picking her up to spin her around the kitchen.

    She was happy that Tom was focused on not dropping her or running into anything because she was even pinker than she’d thought previously possible and she was positive that the smile on her face was so huge that her face would crack into halves. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have the greatest job, it didn’t matter that she was absolute shit at math, in fact, she couldn’t think of anything that mattered to her more than what Tom had just said. He was planning on a future with her and she was so elated that she spent the entire rest of her week floating from place to place on a bed made of cotton candy clouds.

    The next time Tom dropped to one knee for her, it was in the flower shop while she was sifting through bins of tulip bouquets for their friend’s dinner party. “Because I love you,” Tom said, holding out a bundle of daisies.

    Rolling her eyes, she took the flowers and bent forward to kiss Tom tenderly on the mouth. “Because I love you,” she repeated back to him before taking both bouquets to the register while Tom struggled to free his wallet before she could pay for her daisies.

    The time after that, Tom fell to one knee when she had come home with smudged mascara and tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. Hurrying off the couch, he dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling her to perch softly onto his popped knee. “What’s the matter darling?”

    Shrugging her shoulders, her lower lip trembled and she merely hid her face in Tom’s neck.  Stroking her hair and mumbling the words to ‘Moon River’ into her ears, Tom waited for her to tell him what was upsetting her. He did his best to search his mind for anything he could’ve done, anything her friend’s could’ve done, anything at home that could have upset her and came back with nothing. Tom briefly had a fleeting feeling that he was failing as her husband until it clicked in his brain that he hadn’t ever gotten down on one knee before her to present her with an actual ring.

    That night, while she snuggled into the crook of his arm, her face hidden so close to his neck that Tom could feel her lips press into his skin, he looked up some photos of rings. Each time Tom found a particularly nice ring, he’d zoom in and envision it on her lovely hands. Looking down at her hand that was loosely curled around his waist, he murmured to her sleeping form, “nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands.” His girl had been on an E.E. Cummings kick and clearly the poetry she read aloud to him had rubbed off on Tom.

    Placing his phone back into it’s charging station on their nightable, Tom laid down and  made sure to lace his fingers through her own before he shut eyes to sleep, agreeing with E. E. Cummings  that nobody had such small hands. Such small hands that a glittering ring would only compliment.

    The next weekend, as she and Tom strolled through the supermarket to grab some fresh vegetables and fruit, and maybe a loaf of bread to go along with dinner, Tom spotted the baked goods aisle. Getting completely sidetracked, Tom stood staring at the pastries while she carried on in search of the produce section. Glancing at her retreating figure and then back at the deserts, Tom grabbed an armful of cookies, cinnamon rolls and cupcakes before hurrying after her.

    Her eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend nearly skipping towards her, arms overflowing with pastries. “Tom,” she started, cocking her hip and raising her brows, “that is ridiculous. Pick one thing, we already have too many snacks as it is!”

    “No, no, darling, you don’t get it. We’d leave the cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and we could eat the cookies as a snack, and then the cupcakes could be after dinner.” Tom tried to ration.

    “Tom, I’ll eat them all and then get bigger and you know I’m trying to look good this summer!” She whined, shaking her head and silently pleading for Tom to at least put one of the items he was holding back.

    Shuffling the food around in his arms, Tom attempted to clutch all the food with only one hand. Gently moving her hair away from her eyes, Tom kissed her temple. “Darling, you know that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, and nothing would be wrong with how you look even if you decided to inhale the entire pastry department on your own. I love the way you think, how kind you are to others, and you’re one of the smartest and least arrogant people that I know! I love you for your heart, and your brain. I thank the universe every night for your lungs and your kidneys, because they make you. You’re sweet-ass body just happens a perk of loving you.”

    Tom kissed her one last time before dropping down onto one knee before her, “c’mon angel, please?” He asked one last time.

    Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s cheesiness, she placed the cupcakes and the cinnamon rolls in her basket before leading Tom over to the fruit and asking him to pick out the crunchiest apples for their salad.

    When Tom fell to one knee again, it was after she had gone shopping with her friends and was currently modeling her new purchases at his request. She had exited the bathroom in which she was changing in, wearing an extremely short, white dress that left very little, if anything to Tom’s imagination. The dress was littered with small, red roses and had straps that were tied into a bow. As she twirled for him, Tom could see that the straps were the only thing holding her new dress together and by the time that she’d stopped her spinning, Tom was on one knee.

    “Should I take this off myself or do you wanna get up off the floor and help me?” She giggled, toying with the bow sitting atop her shoulder blade.

    As Tom carefully untied her dress and watched it fall to the ground, he muttered, “pretty ring would go nice with the roses.”

    She could barely hear what Tom had said, let alone comprehend it, as he began to pepper her exposed body with warm kisses. Stuttering out an barely audible, “uh-huh,” as Tom mouthed over the sensitive spot she had just beneath her ear.

    As time went on, “I’m on my knee,” became a phrase that she would hear from Tom almost as frequently as he said “I love you.” He’d drop to his knee in public, private, essentially everywhere they went. She was nearly convinced that Tom on his knee wouldn’t ever mean anything other than their inside joke, but little did she know how Tom feeling.

    Each time he dropped down onto one knee before her, it always made him long to obtain a ring to present her with. Considering that he was on his knee for her essentially everyday now, so much so that even the press was completely desensitized to photos of Tom on his knee before his girl, he was legitimately out and about looking for rings.

    He’d recruited his mother to assist with the search, begged Harrison, Jacob, his brothers, his father, and even her mother to help him with the search, but none of them could find a ring that Tom felt was worthy of her hands. Each time someone would send him a photo of a ring that left Tom dissatisfied, which was often, he’d simply send back the verse from ‘Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond,’ regarding the smallest of hands. At this point, nobody was sure what he meant. Once Harrison had tried to clarify what exactly the rain having tiny hands had to do with the ring search, but he came back describing a look of genuine craziness in his best mate’s eyes and decided to drop it.

    It was only after Tom had wandering into an antique shop with his mother that he found something perfect for her. The wedding ring was vintage and even came with an engagement ring, and after Tom had spent countless hours on the weekend thrifting and wandering in an out of hidden gem shops with his girl, he knew that she’d love it.

    Tom could only hide the ring for about a week. He was utter and complete shit at hiding things, especially from her, and the ring felt as if it was burning a hole through his pocket. He couldn’t wait to let the whole world know that she was going to his forever and he’d be hers for just as long. Tom just needed to create the perfect moment.

    Luckily for him, the perfect moment came the very next morning. Tom trailed behind her, kissing the back of her neck softly as she laughed and threaded her fingers up through his curls. They were deep within the poetry section of the most massive library Tom had ever seen and when she reached up to grab a novel, Tom felt as if the wind got knocked out of him. In her hands sat a copy of E. E. Cummings collected poems and while she sifted through the pages, Tom prayed inwardly to the universe for her to read the poem that he knew was destined to be hers.

    Not allowing her time to chose a poem, Tom dropped down to one knee while her back was still turned on him. Digging the ring out from the confines of his pocket, he could only get the last few lines of the poem out. “I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses.”

    As Tom neared the end of the poem, she turned and opened her mouth to say the last verse with him. “Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” She smiled, completely prepared to meet Tom’s eyes as she finally faced him.

    At first, the only thing her mind could register was that her boyfriend was on his knee, as always. It took her a second to take in the ring that glittered off of the library’s bright ceiling chandelier. Pressing a hand over her lips, she struggled to breath, her small hands gripping the open poetry book in her hands. “Do you mean it, Tom?” She questioned, her eyes flicking down to the ring he was presenting her with.

    His eyes were glassy in the light, and Tom smiled, “course I do, darling. I’m on my knee after all.”


Winchesters in Riverdale (Part One)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Riverdale gif by @stefan-salvatores

Prologue

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“Why’s everyone staring at us?” Sam asked as the four of you walked through the town of Riverdale.

You looked around and saw that people indeed were staring at you guys. You looked down at your outfit of a black tank top, plaid jacket, and jeans which were ripped a bit at the knees.

Dean scoffed.

“They’re staring at us? We should be staring at them. They look like a modern version of the fifties.” he said.

You snorted.

“Dean.” Castiel chastised.

“What?” Dean asked. “They do.”

You smiled and shook your head, continuing your walk.

“Hey,” Sam said stopping.

The rest of you stopped, turning to him as he nodded to something behind of you. You faced forward again, seeing a small diner with sign above it.

““Pop’s,”” he said. “Guess that’s where we’re eating.”

You shrugged.

“I’ve had worse.” you said as the four of you walked the short distance to the diner in silence.

“Alright,” Dean said as everyone stopped outside the diner.

“Sam, Cas, and I’ll go to that gas station next door and ask anyone if there’s a motel close by. Y/N, you go in the diner and find us a booth.”

You nodded.

“Yeah, sure,” you said. “See you in a few.”

The boys went in the opposite direction as you walked up the stairs to Pop’s. The bell jingled as you opened the front door and you breathed in the familiar scent of a diner. You walked over the counter to where a man was cleaning the tabletop off.

“Can I help you?” he asked, looking up.

You looked up at the man across the counter, presumably Pop.

“Uh, yeah, can I have four waters to start, please?”

Pop nodded.

“Thanks.” you muttered as Pop got started on your order. You took a seat in a booth closest to the door, unaware of the four people across the diner who had been watching you the entire time.

“Well, I for one am excited for the game,” Veronica began. “Because…”

As the Lodge girl trailed off, Jughead, Archie, and Betty looked at her.

“Ronnie?” Archie asked.

“Who’s she?” Veronica asked, ignoring the ginger’s question.

The three of them followed her gaze to the girl ordering something from Pop Tate at the counter.

You.

Jughead was taken aback by you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about you that just struck him. As you sat down in your booth, Jughead’s mind raced.

Was it the way you dressed? Or maybe—

“I’ve never seen her before,” Betty said, snapping Jughead out his thoughts. “But she can’t be new. No one transfers schools in the middle of the school year.”

“Should we invite her to sit with us?” Archie asked as he turned back to Veronica.

“Yeah, sure,” Ronnie said. “She looks— oh hello.”

At Veronica’s purr, everyone turned back to what she was looking at. Sam, Dean, and Castiel all entered Pop’s. The three men caught sight of you in your booth and sat down next to you and across from you. As the four of you began to talk, the teens tried to hear what you were saying but to no avail.

“So there’s a motel about a quarter mile ahead. Called the Moon Motel. Only one in town.” Dean said as he and Castiel sat across from you.

You nodded as Sam sat down next from you.

“Okay,” you said. “I ordered us all waters to start. Didn’t get you food though. Wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for.”

Dean cleared his throat as he picked up a menu and started reading it.

“Pie,” he proclaimed. “Cherry pie.”

You smirked.

Pie. You loved it. But it had made you sick as a dog when you had gotten—

The smile disappeared from your face and you quickly shook your head, removing that thought from your head. You wouldn’t think about that today.

“You okay?” Sam asked, looking at you.

You looked up and realized your brothers and the angel were looking at you.

“Uh, y-yeah,” you stammered, running a hand through your hair. “Just wondering what we’re gonna wear for the next few days. I mean, no offense, Dean, but you smell.”

Sam bit back a smile at your remark while Dean glared at you.

“I can get us some fake credit cards.” Cas cut in.

You rose your eyebrows at him.

“In this place?” you asked.

“I can try.” the angel replied.

You sighed as you sat back in your chair, picking your menu up.

“Alright.” you answered as the four of you entered a comfortable silence.

The teens watched you and the three others curiously.

“Who are they?” Betty asked quietly.

Veronica shrugged.

“I don’t know,” she said as she took a sip of her milkshake. “But I like the one that’s sitting next to the one in that trench coat.” she said slyly.

Archie groaned and Jughead’s face twisted up as if he had tasted something sour.

“That’s gross, Ronnie.” Betty said.

Veronica shrugged and the four of them resumed looking at the strangers across the room only to freeze when they saw you were looking straight back at them.

“Why don’t you take a picture?” you snapped loudly. “It’ll last longer.”

The men in your booth turned to look at the Core Four who quickly looked away, not wanting to face their wrath as well.

“Damn.” Jughead muttered.

Guess you didn’t like to play around.

Sam looked back at you after your outburst with an impressed expression on his face.

“I’m just hungry, okay?” you mumbled, looking back down at your menu.

Dean chuckled.

“That’s my girl.” he said.

You gave a small smile before the silence enveloped your booth again. You glanced up again only to see the raven-haired teenager from the booth you had yelled at looking at you curiously. The other teens had their heads down, evidently scarred by your scolding. 

But not him. 

You debated yelling at him again before deciding you were too hungry to get into a fight at this time. You sighed, eyes going back to your menu.

What even was this place?

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Beaten (Nolan Holloway)

Sixth Installment of the Broken Series

Broken, Bruised, Burned, Battered, Bloodied

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chapter will consist of a series of flashbacks which will all be italicized.

Warning: slight smut at the end of chapter, if you are uncomfortable reading you don’t have too, it won’t affect the series.

Originally posted by xxfroy

Recap:

I pulled away looking down at her. The three holes in her chest were healed over, like they were never there. She gasped shooting up off the table.

“Nolan?”

READER POINT OF VIEW

There’s a quote that says  "when it’s real, you can’t walk away.“ I guess they didn’t take in to consideration all the shit life will throw at you. I knew the first moment I laid eyes on Nolan Holloway that he was going to turn my world upside down. Meeting him was like listening to a song for the very first time and knowing it would be my favorite. He was the genuine soul I had been desperately searching for.  

"Nolan, are you ever scared to tell people how you feel because it will destroy them, so you bury it deep inside until it destroys you?” I asked looking out over the town of Beacon Hills.

It was another one of those nights that Nolan and I had driven up to the cliff and sat admiring Beacon Hills. We sat on the edge, a blanket wrapped around our shoulders. The stress of the supernatural world was getting to me and I felt like I couldn’t cope.

“what do you mean?” He asked looking at me.

“it’s just uh, you know what never mind it’s stupid anyways.” I said quickly shrugging it off.

“No don’t do that.” He said grabbing my hands.

“don’t do what?” I asked.

“Don’t pretend like your feelings aren’t important. Don’t shut down and block people out. I’ve done that too many times and I’m not going to let you do that.” He said pulling me to his chest.

“You mean that?” I asked looking up at him.

“of course I mean it, it’s you and me against the world right?” He said smiling down at me.

He broke down my walls without me even noticing and when he rebuilt the walls he added windows to let the sunshine in. I craved him in the most innocent form. I craved to say goodnight. I craved to give him kisses and tell him how much I adored him when he felt lost. I craved him in ways where I just wanted to be next to him, nothing more and nothing less.

“I think I’m having a panic attack.” Nolan said in between shaky breaths.

I grabbed his arm leading him inside the locker room.

“Nolan, just breath.” I said rubbing his back.

“Y/N I-I c-c-can’t.” He said clutching his chest.

“Nolan just focus on the sound of my voice.” I said putting my hand on his cheek.

At this point he was gasping for air. I didn’t know what to do.

“Nolan.” I said.

I didn’t think I just did it. I pressed my lips to his kissing him. He immediately puckered his lips kissing me back. He then took his hand off his chest putting it on my cheek. I put my hands on his cheeks and backed him up to the locker keeping my lips on his. He put his other hand in my hair pulling me closer to him. I could feel myself start to get breathless from the kiss. I pulled my lips away from his. His breathing was back to normal now and his cheeks were tinted pink.

“how did you do that?” He asked.

“I heard when you’re having a panic attack you should hold your breath, so when I kissed you, you held your breath.” I said fixing my hair.

I felt a blush on my cheeks too. I just kissed my best friend. I think I liked it too.

“oh right, well thank you.” He said shyly looking down.

“of course, it’s you and me against the world right?” I said smiling.

I wasn’t looking for anything when I met Nolan Holloway. Somehow it made me question what I wanted. Was I ready for love? I don’t think anyone is ever ready, but when someone makes you feel alive again it’s kind of worth the risk. It was instinctive, the way I fell for him. Like an effortless intake of breath. I desperately wished he could hear all the words I was too afraid to say.

No one was safe. The ghost riders were taking everyone.

“I have to get Nolan!” I screamed through the rain to Liam.

“we don’t have time!” He said grabbing my arm.

“fine, then go without me but I’m not leaving him!” I said jerking my arm out of Liam’s grasp.

I ran all the way to Nolan’s house through the pouring rain ignoring Liam’s calls after me. I threw open his door, screaming his name. He came to the top of stairs looking panicked.

“Oh god Nolan.” I said sprinting up the stairs.

I jumped in his arms throwing him off guard. I felt the tears fall from my eyes as he held me in his arms.

“what’s wrong?” He asked looking at me.

“Nolan, something bad is going to happen.” I said in between sobs.

“What? What’s happening?” He asked shaking my shoulders.

 I heard the familiar neigh of the horses. A chill swept through his house as the ghost riders appeared at his front door.

“what the hell is that?” He asked looking at the ghost rider.

I grabbed his hand dragging him to his bedroom. I quickly shut the door before pushing his desk in front of it.

“we have to get out of here, that won’t hold them off for very long.” I said going over to his window.

I opened it estimating how much damage would be done if we jumped. That was our only option.

“Y/N please tell me what’s going on!” He said looking at me.

“There isn’t time, we have to jump.” I said grabbing his hand.

“Jump? out my second story window? Are you crazy? Tell me what’s going on? What were those things?” He asked.

“Nolan I’m trying to protect you! We have to go now!” I said feeling the familiar tears fall from my eyes again.

“Protect me from what?”

Just as the words left his lips the ghost riders broke down his door. Nolan and I flew across the room landing near the window.

“Nolan go.” I said pushing him towards the window.

“No, you go.” He said pulling me up and pushing me towards the window.

“Nolan, I love you.” I said feeling a tear slip down my cheek.

Nolan grabbed my face placing his lips on mine. He kissed me like I had never been kissed before. A whip wrapped around his neck tearing him away from me.

“NOLAN!” I screamed sobbing.

I gasped shooting up off the table.

“Nolan?” I asked confused as to why he was here.

Scott and Liam looked at each other before looking at me.

“you’re okay?” Nolan asked coming closer to me.

I quickly looked down at my chest seeing I was completely fine.

“How?” I asked looking at all three boys.

Scott and Liam again looked at each other but said nothing.

“what’s going on guys?” I asked again.

“I uh kissed you, and you uh healed.” Nolan stuttered.

I felt the tears well up behind my eye lids. Even my subconscious wanted to be with him.

“I’m sorry, I need to go.” I said getting up off the table and walking out the clinic.

“Y/N wait!” Nolan called running after me.

He quickly caught up to me grabbing my arm.

“Nolan, stop.” I said letting a few tears fall from my eyes.

“I don’t understand?” He said grabbing my hands in his.

“Nolan, I want to be with you. There isn’t one person in this world that I want more than you. You don’t know how hard I’ve tried to stop loving you but I can’t. There’s a part of me that’s going to be in love with you for the rest of my life, and it kills me that I can’t be with you. I just feel so beaten.” I said letting the tears fall freely now.

Nolan was silent for a minute.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that. There isn’t one person in this world that I want more than you either. I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you. It’s still you and me against the world right?” He asked wiping away my tears with his thumb.

“I don’t know is it?” I asked my voice shaking.

“always and forever.” Nolan said.

The next thing I know Nolan crashed his lip on to mine. I didn’t have the strength to pretend anymore. I was hopelessly and irrevocably in love with him. He held my face gently in his hands. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. Nolan dropped his hands to my lower back lightly putting them under my shirt.

“Nolan, I want you, all of you.” I said in between kisses.

“I’m all yours.” He said.

I opened the back door of the car pushing Nolan down on the seat. I crawled on his lap straddling him. I put my lips back on his kissing him deeply. He put his hands under my shirt slowly lifting it over my head breaking our kiss.

“you’re so beautiful.” He said rubbing his hands up and down my sides.

I copied his actions, putting my hands under his shirt. Nolan had a toned body making my desire for him grow even more. He leaned up so I could officially remove his shirt. I kissed his neck, moving slowly down to his chest. Nolan moaned making me feel an longing need for him. He flipped us over so he was on top now.

“I love you so much.” He said before kissing my lips again.

It was his turn to tease me now. He kissed right behind my ear making me gasp with pleasure. He kissed down my neck making sure to leave a noticeable love bite. He was grinding his hips with mine causing heated friction.

“are you sure you want this?” Nolan asked moving his hands down to the hem of my pants.

“this is all I’ve ever wanted.” I said.

Nolan wasted no time in pulling off my pants leaving me in just my bra and underwear. I removed his pants leaving him in just his boxers. He was even more beautiful if that was possible. He discarded our undergarments kissing me passionately.

Nolan was slow, sweet, and passionate. I never experienced making love until this very moment. Nolan and I reached a perfect high together before coming back down. He lay down beside me as best as we could in the back seat. He wrapped an arm around me pulling me to his chest.

“what happens now?” I asked looking up at him.

“now, we fight.”

Painting meatballs

For @copperbadge: Sounds like you could use some cheering up this week. :) 


Most days, being a superhero did not pay off. He’d been chased through probably twenty miles of tunnel, managed to drop his last nine arrows down an open manhole (who just leaves manholes open?), and it was only by the grace of his fingertips that he hadn’t gone down after them. He’d forgotten to go grocery shopping, he had a headache from somewhere south of hell, and he was almost hungry enough to share a bowl of Kibbles ‘N’ Bits with Lucky and call it a night.

“Happy freaking birthday to me,” he grumbled as he trudged up the stairs to his apartment. By the time he realized that his keys had apparently gone the way of the arrows, he didn’t even have enough frustration left in him to swear. He dropped his head forward, hitting the door about ten million times harder than he’d meant to, and jerked away with both hands over his forehead.

He definitely didn’t think anyone could blame him for being a tiny bit slow to react when his apartment door opened by itself, but he did manage to have a knife up by the time the interloper leaned around the doorway.

Natasha quirked an eyebrow at him. “Is that a sharpened butter knife?”

Clint glowered at her and slid the blade back into his boot – one of only three, but his count, that hadn’t ended up buried in some guy’s thigh, or washed away in Shit River. “I had to improvise,” he defended. “Why are you in my apartment?”

The other eyebrow quirked up to join the first. “Why are you not in your apartment? Also, you smell like sewage.”

“Long story.”

She tipped her head to the left to examine him, and maybe he was projecting or something else that the group home counselor would have said was unhealthy, but he was positive she could see right through the smarting mark on his head and read his mind. Without a word, she stepped back to hold the door open and gestured inside with one hand.

“I’ll get you a beer.”

“Don’t have any,” Clint muttered. He had about half a bottle of Nat’s shitty vodka somewhere, though he’d used the whiskey for antiseptic the week before.

“Good thing Jan knows how to throw a party,” she said. Her smile softened slightly and she gestured in again. “Though Tony thought jumping out and yelling ‘surprise’ was a smart idea for all of twenty-two seconds.”

Clint shuddered just imagining the heart attack he would have had if he’d opened the door and yelling had been the result. He was suddenly grateful that he’d lost his keys – he’d forgotten all about Stark’s threatened birthday party, and he was more than a little surprised that everyone else had apparently remembered. Now that he was paying attention like an ex-assassin and current masked superhero with poor apartment security and lots of enemies should be, he could hear the faint chatter of about half a dozen people and the subtle clinking of forks on plates.

He glanced at the door and then over to the elevator. “Maybe I should just go get some chips or something.”

Natasha shrugged. “If you want. But your meatballs will probably be cold by the time you get back.”

Clint’s stomach emitted a loud snarl, and his mouth instantly flooded with saliva. Nat might have been kinder than most people gave her credit for, but she still laughed at him as he stood rooted to the spot, doing a good impression of a meatball-zombie. 

“Please tell me they’re not those bullshit fancy meatless-meatballs or whatever Pepper had A Thing about,” he begged.

“Nope, they’re the cheap frozen meatballs you get out of a bag and dump in the oven.”

He could have kissed her. He definitely did moan, “My favorite.”

His apartment had been cleaned, and it smelled like Pinesol and sweet sweet processed meatballs fresh from the oven. Every lamp he owned had been moved into the living room, which had apparently not been enough, because there was an Iron Man suit standing in the corner and glowing like a six-and-a-half-foot art deco lamp.

“Surprise?” Tony offered, from the kitchen, and Holy Patron Saint of I’m never letting you live this down, was wearing a bright yellow apron liberally splashed with hearts and smiling sunflowers, a matching pair of oven mitts, and a lime green party hat.

“Why are you like this?” Clint blurted out with a laugh.

“Laugh all you want,” Tony said, setting down a tray of freshly cooked previously frozen guaranteed delicious meatballs so he could point at Clint with one bemittened hand. His eyes transferred over Clint’s shoulder and he nodded faintly. “But I’m leaving this here when I go. You can thank Jan.”

“Happy birthday!” Jan said as soon as Clint turned to face her, looking like she was ready to burst. “I really want to hug you, but you have been out doing things that got you a little too close to a sewer. Air hug!” She announced and crossed her arms over her own chest, squeezing hard and twisting side-to-side.

It looked like a really nice hug, and Clint was even sorrier about the damned sewer. He looked between his bathroom door and the piles of warm meatballs, and made a noise that he normally would have blamed on Lucky, but Lucky was on his back in the middle of the living room, shamelessly soaking up the belly rubs from Thor and getting his muzzle petted by Steve.

Natasha pushed past him to the kitchen, piled a dozen meatballs on a purple plate with the Hawkeye symbol stamped in the middle, and nudged him away with one finger. “They should be cooled down by the time you wash your hands. Go!”

Clint eagerly took the plate, leaned over, and lipped one of the meatballs right off the top. He tried to smirk at her, but was too busy sucking air in around the molten mouthful as she pushed him toward his bedroom.

~*~

Despite orders to the contrary, Clint had devoured the plate of meatballs before his shower, and he felt less likely to gnaw someone’s arm off by the time he made it back to the living room. A long folding table had been wedged between the couch and the bar, and it looked like Jan had dumped the entire Hawkeye section of Party City on top of it. It was cheesy, and stupid, and perfect. He stood in the doorway for a second to just look it over – they were all pretending that he wasn’t staring at them, and that was what good friends were for when you just got off of a Hell Week leading into Nightmare Night. Lucky was up on his back legs so he could have his front paw on Tony’s lap and was doing his damndest to get at the mountain of meatballs in the center of the table.

“I’m not feeding you,” Tony told the dog seriously, but his hand was wrapped around Lucky’s ribs to rub at his belly. “Seriously, have I ever fed a single thing in your entire life? Why don’t you go to climb in Steve’s lap? He’s a dog person, and I know for sure that he’s fed you at least once tonight.”

“That was just a treat, Tony,” Steve protested.

“He said the word treat,” Tony told Lucky, which just got him a messy kiss across the cheek and Tony leaning comically sideways in the chair to in a vain attempt to avoid it.

“Just push him away,” Clint suggested, stepping into the living room and climbing over the couch to get the open chair.

Tony gave him a frankly scandalized look, but turned back to Lucky to say, “You’re not getting anywhere with this. I am immune to canine flattery.”

“Not all canine flattery,” Natasha muttered, and for some unfathomable reason, Steve blushed and kicked her under the table. Natasha neatly dodged, and held an open beer out for Clint, so cold that it had mist curling out of the neck and droplets running down the sides.

“I love you,” Clint told her very seriously.

“I know,” she answered.

He swallowed about half of it before pressing the cold bottle gently to his forehead and rolling it back and forth. This was the life – why did he not have a million roommates again? He set the bottle aside and looked down to realize that what he’d mistaken for plates were actually large plastic painter’s pallets with little cups of “paint” set around the edges. There was a bright purple cup of paintbrushes sitting opposite his beer, and a stack of napkins with the Avengers Assemble cartoon Hawkeye at his elbow.

Jan leaned forward to explain, but Clint just shoved his finger in the yellow paint and licked it off – spicy mustard, the kind he got at Chinese restaurants and poured over everything.

“Or you could just do that,” Jan finished, laughing. “It was Steve’s idea.”

“This,” Clint said, snagging a meatball off the pile and a paintbrush, “Is the best birthday idea ever.”

Jan nudged Tony, who was still not-really fending off Lucky’s affectionate begging. “And you wanted to bring wine,” she scoffed.

Clint had three painted meatballs stuffed in his mouth when Jan climbed out of her chair and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She leaned over to press their cheeks together and squeezed hard, rocking him gently side-to-side.

“Happy birthday.”

“’appy meathba’ ‘ay,” Clint corrected, but he reached up to squeeze her wrist and leaned back against her.

Maybe he was just imagining it or something, but it seemed like his headache was gone.

Like Father, Like Daughter - Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Summary : The death of your father hits you full force right in the face, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to feel ok again…Fortunately for you, a certain Copy Ninja is here to try and cheer you up the best he can. 

Well, I thought I’d just jump into it. Something completely unrelated to DC/Mavel, a bit of love for Kakashi from the anime “Naruto”…I just really wanted to write this piece with the scarecrow. Tell me if you want more of those (I’ve been binge watching Naruto, One Piece and Full  Metal Alchemist particularly lately so…send request about that if you wanna) I’m really REALLY unsure about that one…But hey, I’m posting it anyway. Hope you’ll like it 

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-Go fuck yourself you fucking stale baguette !!

…Stale baguette ? Where were you even finding your insults ? How was he suppose to punish you for using bad words when you were being so damn hilarious ? Stale baguette. He had to remember that one. 

Jiraiya looked at you tenderly. You. His daughter. A daughter he never even should have had. His daughter than never let anyone walk on her feet. His small little baby girl…who was already sixteen. Where have the years gone ? 

He was staring at you, his eyes full of awe and love, as usual, and couldn’t help but think you looked a lot like your mother right now, mad as Hell and ready to kick some ass. 

Your mother. Tsunade. The only woman he ever truly loved (though he’d never admit it, as the love was unrequited…or so he thought). Most people were quite…surprised to say the least, when they learned that you were the biological daughter of the two famous sennin, Jiraiya, and Konoha’s fifth Hokage, Tsunade Senju. 

You were the result of a very drunken night of passion, the only one they shared…It was Dan’s (your mother “only love”) anniversary of death, and she felt particularly bad. So she went out to drink her sorrow away, and your father went with…The rest is history. 

Nine months later, you were there, a surprised to both of them, but one they gladly accepted. They had a lot of flaws, those two, but being bad parents wasn’t one of them. 

You lived in Konoha until you were six, until your “Uncle” Orochimaru turned dark, betrayed the village, and your parents’ were too heartbroken to stay. Your life was shared between them. A few months with your dad, a few months with your mom…And you loved it. 

Ruffling your hair mischievously, your father lets out a loud laugh and says : 

-You’re a terrible flirt. Not as in you do it too often, as in, you’re bad. Like, really bad. Soooooooo bad.

-Yeah I know ! Like father, like daughter right ? 

-I don’t think I ever called anyone a “fucking stale baguette” while trying to flirt with them…How did that even come up ?

You shake your head vigorously, you have no idea how you ended up insulting the guy you were flirting with…Was it because he kept making stupid remarks about your boobs ? Or maybe your ass ? You couldn’t even remember, that’s how important to you it was. Yeah, you definitely couldn’t care less.

-No, but remember that time you waited an entire day in the public onsen just to see naked women ? 

-…Point taken. 

-Aren’t you suppose to scold me for using bad words anyway ?

-…If I buy you your favorite flavored popsicle, will you shut up and not tell anything to your mother ? 

-Buy me two and we have a deal.  

-Deal.

You nod, and he puts a protective arm around your shoulder (as a reflex, because if he was honest with himself, he knew you didn’t need protection…You were your parents’ daughter, a very powerful kunoichi, bound to even surpass them one day), his giant frame dwarfing your small one…That, you took from your mother. 

It was moments like that that you loved the most with your father. Just silly time with your big idiot of a dad. You two had always been close, ever since the moment you were born. He swore, the first time he held you in his arms, that he would never let anything happen to you…He just didn’t plan on leaving you so soon…

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Taking Chances [part 9]

[part 1]  [part 2]  [part 3]  [part 4]  [part 5]  [part 6]  [part 7]  [part 8]

Warning: none

Wordcount: 2003

*A/N: I hope you like this part :) thank you for reading, my lovelies :)
 

Thank you @jaxonah for suporting my shitty ideas and always being my number 1 fan! ILYSM BBY💘
AAAAAAAND a massive thank you to @isaaclydia for proofreading! [Strong Power, thank you && yo’ nice paprika] ILY 💘

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Jungkook had been tossing and turning all night. Pressing the home button on his IPhone, he saw that it was almost 3 am. This had been his life recently. He had the hardest time falling asleep; concentrating during the day wasn’t any easier. She was still occupying his every thought, even though she broke his heart. The night she told him that she wasn’t in love with him and ended their friendship, he had cried himself to sleep. The boys had taken turns in staying with him, trying their hardest to distract him or cheer him up, even for a little while. Nothing seemed to work, he always found himself questioning what he had done wrong. Why didn’t she love him back? He had tried so hard to impress her, to show her that he was a man and could take care of her. But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t good enough. Many times his mind went back to the first time they met. She had been working for a TV broadcaster, and showed them around set and backstage. Usually older girls intimidated him and made him shy but she was different. She had been so kind and funny, that he felt a connection right away.  At first, they were just friends; all the guys really liked her. It wasn’t until he saw her with another man that he realized his feelings for her. He kept them bottled up deep inside; for the longest time it was his biggest nightmare that she’d find out. It wasn’t easy but he had managed to keep it a secret, even though he had wanted to scream that he was in love with her from the top of his lungs so many times. He had learned all her little quirks and habits, he knew so much about her that other people might come to the conclusion that it was weird, but it had been his only way of feeling closer to her. He loved how she was always up for his antics; going to Han river late at night, taking silly selfies or dancing around to cheesy pop songs.

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I got a few requests for this fanfic! I’ll give it a go!
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Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, Maybe Southside High was where he was meant to be. These people, they were like him, damaged, dangerous , the very definition of wrong side of the tracks. They liked him, they thought he was funny and when they laughed they were laughing with him not at him. So what was the problem?

Thoughts of shiny green eyes and long honey blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail ran through his mind. The image of his beautiful girlfriend made his palms sweat and his heart ache. Betty had cried for him, fought for him, she never gave up, not even when he gave up on himself. And then there was Archie, no matter what happened he would always be his best friend. Pulling his attention back to the conversation in front of him, Jughead couldn’t help but laugh at the groups crude humor.

“Jughead?”

The beanie wearing boy whipped around,
Archie, Veronica, Kevin and Cheryl were all standing behind him, sticking out against the beat down high school and grungy students.

“What are you doing here?” Jughead asked, standing from his seat as the people at his table watched cautiously, silently.

Archie stuttered, speechless. Cheryl shoved past him and stood before Jughead.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed Jones, but your girlfriend hasn’t answered her phone in two days and she didn’t show up for school today. I had one of my vixens stop by her house this morning and ask that lunatic mother of hers to speak to her and the blonde stepford wife claimed Betty was at school. Newsflash? She’s not.” Cheryl angrily stabbed Jugheads chest as fear flashed in his eyes.

“What do you mean she’s not in school? And she’s not at home?! I don’t have my phone. It’s at home. I thought she was just busy, I was going to go over tonight.” His eyes were frantic as Veronica pulled out her phone.

“Oh my god.” She whispered.

Kevin ran over to the raven haired cheerleaders side, reading the message on her phone.

“Oh god” he gasped.

“What?!” Archie asked.

Veronica held up her phone and showed the group the text with shaky fingers
“It’s betty”

“Thankyou for being an amazing friend, you’ll do fine V, just stay true to who you are. I love you”

Jughead ripped the phone from her hand,
“Where is she?! Where could she be?! We have to go. NOW.” He shouted, speeding through the halls and heading for Archie’s beat up truck.

Everyone was scrambling as they got into the car, ideas bouncing off the walls of where Betty could be, suddenly Cheryl spoke evenly.

“Sweet water. She’s at sweetwater.”

They all turned to her, Archie not giving it a second thought as he sped through the streets of Riverdale, making his way to the river.

“Why would she be there?!” Kevin was texting Betty profusely to no avail.

Cheryl pulled her own phone out and began texting Betty

“It’s the easiest way to go, with the ice.”

Veronica gasped, shivers racking her body.

Jughead stared blankly out the window, his body tense. No. no, not like this. Not Betty. How could he have not seen? How could he have been so neglectful to not notice his own girlfriend was drowning. She had so much going on, it was too much on her and he did nothing to alleviate that stress. He didn’t deserve her, he never deserved her.

Archie parked haphazardly, his truck skidding to a stop as all the teens hopped out.

“Split up!” Archie called, sprinting through the snow, slipping and sliding as he searched desperately. Jughead pounded through, the cold seeping through his boots.

“OVER HERE!”

Veronica’s distinctly feminine voice called from his right as she pointed to a shadowed figure a few feet away. Jughead tripped up falling to his knees as he ran towards her.

“The ice!” Cheryl screeched “its cracking! Separate.”

Jughead couldn’t hear her he was running towards Betty, she was looking at him now, big, terrified eyes.

“You don’t have to do this! Bets please! Come here. I’m right here! I’m here for you! I’m so sorry.” He cried desperately, his arms extended as he reached for her.

She looked at him with such blank eyes he stopped dead in his tracks
“I’m sorry.” She mouthed.


She was gone, fallen through the ice, engulfed in the current as Jughead watched horrified.

“NO!” He screamed desperately, dropping to his knees as he dug through the snow, his fingers red and raw.

Veronica and Archie were beside him, kicking and clawing at the snow searching the ice. Kevin was holding a weeping Cheryl.

“I CANT SEE HER! I CANT FIND HER” Veronica cried as Archie pushed the heavy snow aside

“Right here! She’s right here.”

Jughead shoved Archie aside, his fists flying as he he punched at the ice, blood flying before he stood and kicked the ice sending it shattering, he reached into the water gripping an unconscious Betty by her shoulders and laying her on the snow.

“Come on, come on!” He brought his lips to hers, breathing air into her lungs as his tears dripped onto her face. “COME ON” suddenly her eyes flew open as she spit out water, gasping for air. Jughead dropped his forehead to hers and gasped.

“Oh my god” Veronica breathed and Archie wrapped Veronica in his arms.

“We have to go!“ Kevin said “she’ll freeze if we don’t get her someplace warm.”

Lifting the frozen blonde up bridal style, the group raced through the snow, depositing Betty into the truck, Jugheads denim wrapped snugly around her shoulders as she drifted off

“Stay with me Betty. Stay with me.” Jughead mumbled into her damp hair as he held her to his chest. Everything going black.

When Betty woke up she was sitting up beside a fire, her back resting against a strong familiar chest, slender hands wrapped around her, steady breathing in her ear.

Glancing up Betty looked around, Veronica and Archie were sleeping on the couch, sharing a blanket. Cheryl was on the floor beside Kevin both sleeping as well. Jughead had her wrapped up in his arms, his eyes fluttered open and got wide.

“You’re awake.” He breathed a sigh of relief, his arms squeezing her tight

“I’m so sorry.” Betty whispered tearfully. Jughead lifted the beautiful blonde up and onto his lap

“Don’t you dare apologize, this is not your fault. It’s mine. I didn’t see you crying out for Help, you saved my life and I couldn’t even be there when you needed saving.” He cupped her cheek, his eyes desperately guilty.

Betty covered his hand and leaned into his palm

“Technically you did save me.” She smiled softly.

Jughead rolled his eyes,before they softened

“Please don’t ever do that again, please just.. I’m so sorry Betty.” A single tear slipped from his eyes as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“I’m okay Juggie. We’re okay.”
She whispered, dropping a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I love you Betty Cooper” he whispered

“Jughead Jones, I love you.”

I couldn’t let them hurt you

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 3176 (Part one of ?)

Summary: The reader knows too much about Hiram Lodge and his involvement in illegal activities so he has threatened her boyfriend, Archie Andrews. If she doesn’t stay quiet- in a very permanent way- he’ll go after the boy she loves. And she won’t let that happen.

Note: The images I used in the aesthetic don’t belong to me, nor do the characters in the story. Just as a reference, this is based on the scene in the last episode, except the reader is the one on the river instead. (those who have seen it will know what I’m talking about) Also, at a certain point, it kinda switches from second person to third, so hopefully that’s not confusing.  Don’t forget that requests are always open! Enjoy.

Warnings: Blood, suicide, (also, feels alert. I hope)


The phone shook in your hands. Hiram’s crumbled letter grew damp with snow on the ground beside you. It read a very simple and clear message. Your secrets die with you… or him. I imagine you’ll make the right choice. -HL. That’s why you stood in the snow, holding your cell phone in your hands that were red and dry from the cold. You closed your eyes, letting the burning hot tears stream down your face. Slowly, you dialed the number. The other line rang a few times before he picked up, his beautiful, calm voice making you cry even harder.

“Hey, Y/N what’s wrong?” Archie stood in the parking lot of Southside High after finding Jughead. Veronica watched at him curiously.

“I couldn’t let them hurt you Arch.” You sucked in a painful breath. “He made me keep it all from you and now he wants to make sure I won’t tell anybody. But I… I can’t let him get away with it Arch.”

“Slow down.” Archie said, worry filling in every inch of him. “Y/N what are you talking about? Who is he?”

“I-I can’t. He’ll hurt you if I say anything Arch. I can’t let him hurt you.” You walked between the trees, slowly but surely getting closer to your destination. By this time, Jughead and Betty had noticed Archie and Veronica’s distress and gathered around Archie. “Is everybody there? Jughead? Veronica? Betty?”

“Yeah. Yeah we’re all here.” Archie put the phone on speaker. You gulped down a sob, nodding to yourself, trying to be brave for your friends.

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A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (4)

[A/N: Okay so this is fourth time attempting to upload this chapter now! It’s been revised a little since it was last mistakenly uploaded, just the final part of the chapter. I feel a bit ‘blah’ on this one, I’m not 100% sold on it but that’s because I really just want to move onto the next chapter, I have so many good things to come! (I hope!)

I’m really thankful for all the messages as well, you’re all awesome and I’m loving that you’re loving this. Despite my feelings on this chapter I hope you enjoy it!]

Word Count: 2122

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anonymous asked:

Could you write another soulmate blurb for Niall!!

Another pamphlet arrived in the mail for Niall. It was brightly colored, meant to capture the eye because it was important. But the words on the front (yes, he admitted, maybe they were important) but accepting those words was accepting defeat. To him it meant he had given up on looking—he just wasn’t there yet.

Most people were infinitely luckier than Niall—finding their other half before they were eighteen—so they could watch one another grow and mature to be adults that would spend eternity together. But Niall was alone in his early twenties (almost mid-twenties—my God, he was lonely) and yet to meet his soulmate. He was starting to believe his luck was so bad that she did not exist—sure everyone said that…but Niall had waited years and years and there was no reason for her to not have shown up.

There were still days he felt her though—far and few between when he used to feel her presence from within strongly every day. It made him happy on those days…and terribly lonely all the other ones. He wondered what she looked like—if she had blond hair or brown hair. He wondered if she dyed her hair and if she liked to wear makeup. Maybe she wore no makeup or maybe she only wore it on special occasions. The shape of her smile and the curve of her nose kept him up at night. He wanted to know every part of her but instead he knew nothing other than she got really bad cramps from her period every month (they were truly like clockwork he realized).

With a huff, he tossed the pamphlet away. He didn’t need help finding his soulmate. It just wasn’t his time yet—it wasn’t their time. The destined person would arrive when it was time for Niall to meet her. In the meantime, he would wait and be lonely and admire his friends and their beautiful relationships with their soulmates.

Looking up at the blackboard-like slate on his mantle, he read the words that kept him going since that lonely day when he hit nearly rock bottom. In a curly script that was too beautiful for words, he was in love with the writing as much as the person who wrote them.

I can’t wait to meet you

He had written to her for days and days and never got one response. Then one day, when he was loneliest and saddest, he told her how sad he was; he wrote and erased not even sure she was at the other end to read it. I can’t go on anymore. I feel like I’m dying and it’s no way to live. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to live anymore.

And then you answered. It was the exact thing he needed to hear and he never read from you since. But it was the hope he needed so he wrote to you and while your words never erased to respond something new, he didn’t mind—he had renewed hope and would spend eternity waiting for you.

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It was one of those dreary days where nothing went right. His car broke down, he was late to work, the car part was expensive, and he looked like drowned cat from the sheets of rain pouring from the bus stop to the building.

When he sloshed up the steps to his apartment all he could think about was that beautiful slate keeping his hope alive when nothing else seemed worth living for. He dripped up the steps and created rivers that followed him. His phone was dead—because the charger snapped, of course—and he had no way but to take the bus home.

He wanted to get out of these godawful clothes and sink into the bathtub for a good long while warming from his bones to his skin.

It was one of those days he hated your guts because you were torturing him by not being there for him. He wanted to come home and take a bath with you and whine about his day and have you comb his hair and tell him it would be alright. He didn’t think it was fair you were okay, and he was miserable.

But instead he was greeted with a lovely girl taking a deep breath, eyes closed preparing to knock on his door. She was lovely—an angular face with hair that wasn’t wet, strands fell around her cheeks and her lips were pink as can be. He couldn’t wait to see her eyes and he wondered what it looked like when she smiled. She was wearing a long rain coat and shiny black rain boots.

“Hello?” He said cautiously.

Bouncing with surprise, you turned to face him but didn’t make eye contact. Your interest in your shiny black boots were priority. “Oh…erm…Hi Niall,” you whispered. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to catch you right when you got home…I can come back some other—”

Shaking his head, he sighed softly. “Princess,” he said softly. “I’ve just about had the worst day on the planet, if you do not stay I will probably have to jump out the window.”

Lightly giggling under your breath. “Uh…well, I don’t want that,” you whispered. His hands were shaking as he shoved the key into the door and he pushed his way into the apartment. Gesturing, he ushered you inside. “Do you mind if I take my shoes off? They’re kinda wet, I don’t want to ruin your floors,” you explained. “I’m sorry, I ramble and ask weird questions when I’m nervous. It’s sort of a horrible flaw of mine, it’s really annoying and I’m sorry that you’re stuck—”

Chuckling he sighed at you. “Princess,” he practically hummed. “As far as I’m concerned, you have no flaws. Especially not horrible ones. Nothing you can do can possibly be annoying,” he promised. His gaze still hadn’t really met your eyes, you were still hiding, and it irked him. But nonetheless, his eyes heated you like lasers and it felt so incredibly good on this dreary day. Especially when it was a dreary life. “As far as your shoes, darling, you can do anything you want around me,” he promised.

You nodded solemnly still staring at your feet. Carefully, still avoiding his full gaze, you looked around his apartment. It was decorated nicely—it felt like home. However, the first thing you noticed was the slate on the mantle etched with your words. “Oh,” you whispered.

“It’s…been keeping me sane.”

Swallowing you moved closer to that slate. “I remember that night.”

He chuckled. “I try not to, but up until today it was the best day of my life.”

Blush creeped up your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m so sorry…I…I can’t tell you everything all at once, it would be too much but I’m so sorry…I promise there’s reasons I’m not here, I can’t promise they’re good, but I do…and I’m so sorry Niall. Nothing on this earth has ever hurt me as much as that awful day and I felt how agonized you were, and I wanted it to end and I didn’t know how and I swear, I will never let you feel that way again,” you said to the floor.

“Princess,” he murmured. His heart was full and threatening to beat out of his chest just to get closer to you. “I have been aching to meet you since the day I was born. Will you please let me see your pretty face?” He wondered.

Gulping, you took a deep breath and turned to face him. His lips slightly parted and he reached out quickly to take hold of your hand. His fingers slid up your wrists and he tugged you a step closer. Blushing, you avoided his gaze still, but he didn’t mind. “Can I…?” He murmured but didn’t finish his question just cupped your cheek in his hand. When you leaned into his hand he grazed his thumb across your cheek sending shivers throughout your body. “You’re…” he sighed. “You’re everything I ever wanted and more.”

Finally, you smiled and looked up into his eyes. “Oh, stop,” you joked. His heart almost stopped at your eyes and he wanted to kiss you so very badly.

“No, princess, you don’t understand,” he said and somehow nudged you closer. “I’ve imagined you a thousand different ways a thousand different times…none of them compare, I promise.”

Smiling softly, you nodded. “Well, thank you,” you whispered.

“Darling,” he wondered. “What took you so long?” He whispered.

Sighing you turned your face to his palm and pressed a kiss to his skin. It felt as if he was being electrocuted and he wanted it all the time. “It’s a very long story.”

“I think we have some time.”

You smiled. “I suppose we do.”

“Are you here to stay?” He wondered.

“Erm…well, I didn’t really bring anything because I wasn’t sure if you’d want me after not being here for so long…and I also didn’t know if you would want to move that fast—”

“Princess, I want to kiss you to get you to stop thinking so much, so yes. I want you. I’ll always want you. I have always wanted you. You can stay. Forever and ever,” Niall said. “We can get your things at another time. But if you think I’m letting you out of my sight for a minute, I am so sorry. I’m done being alone now that you’ve arrived.”

Biting your lip, you grinned up at him. “You are amazing,” you whispered.

Niall’s heart swelled. This is all he ever wanted.

A Word To The Sherlock Fandom

Over the past two weeks I have read some truly angry pieces by a very upset Sherlock fandom. Usually, I would counter this with lots of Moffat praise and wait for the wave of anger to subside. But this time, it has become a matter of showing respect to the LGBT+ community. So for once, I am going to address the issue before I move on with my usual blogging routine. 

For Those Who Don’t Know What The Anger Is About…

In a nutshell, what it boils down to is that the episode The Final Problem gave its viewers the impression that the show might be over for good. And if that really were the case, it would mean the relationship between Sherlock and John would never have become canon. And the hints that were planted throughout the show would have been all in our heads. 

Now let me start by making my position on the matter clear: I firmly believe in a romantic relationship between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. I believe in it when watching the BBC series, I believe in it when reading the original books, I believe in it even after having watched The Final Problem. I believe. 

Originally posted by violincameos

I also strongly believe that Gatiss and Moffat have actually read the books and that they cannot possibly have overlooked all the subtext that hints towards a John-Sherlock relationship. And finally, I firmly believe that the writers have every intention to include this relationship in the show, if they get the chance…

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Invisible // Chapter 1

My first fiction with multiple chapters, yay!
Pairing: Mark x Reader x Jaebum 
Words: 2600
Genre: Fluff, Drama/ Angsty
Warnings: none

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10

Mark is (Y/N)’s best friend and roommate. One evening they’re chilling together and she decides to finally tell him how hard she was crushing on no other than GOT7’s leader Im Jaebum. 

Mark plays it cool, acting happy that she found a liking in him and said that he will definitely help her out to get things going - but in reality, hearing (Y/N) say Jaebum’s name instead of his own, crushed him.

Mark’s Point of View:
When I arrived at home, (Y/N) was standing in front of the kitchen counter, chopping something into small pieces and throwing it into a pan afterward. It had become a habit of hers to cook for me in the evening, even when she didn’t know if I’d be home at all those nights. But she always pointed out that she was worried I wouldn’t eat enough during my schedules - which wasn’t necessarily false. I did not eat enough. The more thankful I was, that she cared about me in this way because I alone surely wasn’t capable of treating me right.

And so it had started, my absolute tragic love story. When we moved in together, about a year ago, we were nothing more than best friends. I could always rely on her, she took care of me better than I could ever do and the way we completed each other was too perfect. So we decided that maybe it would be a good idea to share an apartment.
What I clearly didn’t think through was the fact that I would be around her almost always when we weren't touring in another country… and even then we stayed connected and talked pretty much every night. 

The point is, I loved her as a friend, I did that from the first second, but as soon as we had moved here, I couldn’t deny how those feelings slowly turned into more than just platonic love…

As cliché, as it was the two of us, had always been nagged for being so close because apparently it made us look like an old married couple at times, but neither of us ever paid attention to these comments. Or at least that was the case in the beginning…
I should’ve expected it to happen sooner or later, looking back at it now. And from there on, things obviously didn’t take long for the other guys to notice. I acted differently around her, even if I had been by her side for so long, it was only now that I started to feel the nervousness rushing over me when she was around. So that one time while being backstage, when all of us were chilling together after another great show, I had acted a little too obvious for Jinyoung’s liking. While commenting on our behavior, as usual, I just couldn’t help my ears from suddenly turning bright red the way they always did when I was embarrassed… and the second (Y/N) was out of the room Jinyoung jumped on me, asking so bluntly that everyone else in the room was now involved in my private life as well. I had no other choice but to tell them the truth that evening.

“So… when will you tell her?” Jackson had asked with a big smile and definitely more excited about the news than I had been myself. I just laughed at the question, seriously thinking that he was joking but when I noticed that the others were looking at me dead serious and expecting to hear an answer, my jaw had dropped to the floor.

“Tell her? No way. That’s a stupid idea.” Was all I said, and saying that was an even worse idea… from that moment on, they did not waste a single minute not trying to talk me into believing that confessing to her would be the easiest thing to do.
And here I was. Tonight would be the night… or so I thought.

“Good evening.” I muttered while walking towards her. She had not noticed me so far, but now she looked up with a smile on her beautiful face that was even visible in her bright eyes.

“Hello, Markie. How was your day? Dinner is almost ready.” She said and picked up the pace with which she was cutting the food into pieces as if there was a need to hurry.

“No need to rush. My day was good but exhausting as usual. What about yours?” I asked back and walked towards the cupboard with our plates so I could at least set the table after she had made all the effort of cooking. The small table stood in front of a window, only the dim light of the moon lighting up the room, which was why I almost tripped over something lying on the ground. She laughed at me, the sound echoing around the apartment was by far one of my favorites. It could light up even the darkest of my days…

“Don’t trip, you silly boy! And let’s eat on the couch, nice and cozy. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“As you wish.” I replied with a smile, making my way over to the living room after I switched on the lights to see where I was going. A couple of minutes later she was done and brought out a pan of fried rice, placing it on the table and then sinking down next to me, not leaving any space between us. The way our legs and arms touched whenever one of us moved made my skin tingle like tiny insects would run across it, when in reality it was nothing more but my feelings for her fooling me. And not only that but hearing her soft voice while she talked about her day, the way she smiled and laughed at her own story and her smell as she had seemingly showered before cooking our dinner… all of it drove me closer and closer to insanity. I wanted to be closer to her with every fiber of my body. Feel those soft pink lips pressed onto mine, let my fingers run through her silky hair and hold her tight. But I couldn’t do that.
Apparently, I had been so lost in thought, thinking about stuff that I really shouldn’t think about when she was that close to me, that she had noticed me spacing out on her.

“Mark! Are you even listening? Just tell me if you are too tired and we can go to sleep, you know.” She said, shoving the last spoon of fried rice into her mouth while looking at me to see if I was paying attention again. I could see in her eyes that she was a tiny bit upset that I had not been listening, but on the other side, I knew that out of all people she’d be the last one to scold me for it.

“I’m sorry. I did listen! You saw your friend today and went shopping, got some iced coffee and spent a nice day by the river… sounds like a beautiful reunion.” I retold her day in a very short version, just to prove my point which made her smile again, pinching my cheeks with her fingers the way she knew I absolutely despised it, only to mock me a little more.

“Fascinating how you manage to listen every time… one day I will catch you off-guard, Mr. Tuan!” she jokingly threatened and stacked our plates so it’d be easier to clean up later on. When she leaned back, her eyes met mine with an intense stare. It was one of these moments where a single glare would tell me more than a thousand words could have ever done. Something was definitely on her mind and from that second I forgot my own mission of the night. I would never not put her first.

“Maybe one day… but tell me, donut. Something is troubling you.” By the way, she sighed at my words and her shoulders almost dropping down on the floor, I knew that my instinct had been right. It was so weird how easily you could read the body language of someone you’re close to.
She lifted her arm and scratched the back of her neck, too nervous to bring out any words and then just looked at me again. Silence filled the room as I waited for her to start talking, which she didn’t do even when I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Unless you don’t wanna tell me…” I kept going, just in case, it was something that she really didn’t want to share with me because making her uncomfortable was the last thing I wanted that night.
Another big sigh escaped her as she was shaking her head for an answer.

“It’s not that I don’t want to… I just don’t know how to start?” she explained with insecurity. When she had shifted around the couch a couple of times, from left to right, trying to find another position that would maybe make her more confident, I suddenly grabbed her hand. It wasn’t anything special to do, usually… but clearly, I wasn’t thinking straight. As soon as her hand was intertwined with my own, feeling the warmth of her palm and her soft fingertips at the back of my hand, I instantly wanted to let go again. Blood was rushing to my cheeks and if it weren’t for the darkness in our living room, she would have easily noticed. Now there was nothing else to do other than pretending it was the most normal thing to do. God… I wish I would have spilled the truth right then and there.

“Just say it… it’s not like you’re in love with me, right?” I joked, hoping to ease her mind and slowly making my way to the topic that was clouding my own. And she did laugh a little.

“Love… isn’t that such a weird thing?” she murmured, starring off into the distance and pulling her hand out of my grip as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. There was no way she would start talking about love unless that was what had been on her mind as well. For a second I let my guard down while hope and a tiny bit of joy were flaming up inside of me. What if my joke wasn’t a joke after all? What if I confess to her tonight wasn’t even one-sided, the way I always thought it was?

“Are you in for the deep talk tonight? I think I need a bottle of wine for that.” I replied, joking around again, but more to loosen up myself this time. She rolled her eyes and softly punched me, annoyed that I did not take her serious the way she wanted me to. But I just had to smile.

“Markiepooh, I’m really trying here. This is serious!” she whined and switched her seating position again, now fully turning to me. She sat across from me, looking right into my eyes. I just nodded, whispering a quick “I know, sorry.” Before she finally started to talk.
“I like someone.”

Right there, I really had to hold back another stupid comment of mine because she just stated the obvious, but I didn’t want to make her any more frustrated than she already seemed to be with the emotional chaos inside of her. And funny enough, back then, I didn’t even know that the news she was about to tell me would only make my own emotional chaos bigger than ever. All I did was nod again to signal that I was listening.

“And maybe…” she hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip and fumbling with the hem of her shirt as she didn’t even dare to look me in the eyes. Somehow, my hope that it wouldn’t actually be me confessing that night grew bigger and bigger. The way she acted made it seem that way… thinking that I read her body language so well before, there really was no other explanation as for why she had such a hard time telling me whom she was crushing on. In my mind it all made sense – it had to be me, right? She must feel the same way. When she continued with “Maybe you actually know that person quite well.” My heart skipped a thousand beats at a time. She still didn’t look at me and therefore could luckily not see that stupid smile building in the corner of my lips, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. I inhaled, gathering all my strength and confidence to say something along the lines of “I like you too.” or “I feel the same way about you.”, but she was faster than me and dropped the words that I definitely did not expect to hear.

“I like Jaebum.”

That stupid smile I really tried to fight before vanished within seconds, no effort at all, feeling like the life was sucked out of me. It was then, when she finally picked her head up, staring at me and hoping to see some kind of reaction, but my face was blank. I stumbled upon my words… my brain was not working properly like it completely shut down at the sound of hearing one of my best friend’s names. All I could get out to not leave her waiting any more was a shaky “Wow.”

It turns out that saying nothing might have been the better option because now she seemed completely confused at the lack of my emotions when in reality I was fully crumbling on the inside.

“Wow? That’s all you have to say?” she repeated my words, her eyes still searching my face for anything other than the word wow. I just stared back at her, my mind buzzing and heart aching like I was a teenager who just got dumped for the first time and that even by accident. After I cleared my throat and having at least another few seconds to think about what to say, I finally managed to answer.

“Yes, wow. Wow that you think this is such a big deal, (Y/N). For how long?” I tried to play it cool, and even though I myself did not buy a single word coming out of me because it all sounded so stupid, she did. She believed every second of it.
A relieved groan was her immediate reaction followed by another punch landing on my shoulder. 
“Damn Mark, don’t make me look like a fool. I really thought this would be a problem for you. And maybe a few weeks?”

A problem for me… yes, that definitely was the understatement of the year. In that moment I was too shocked to feel sadness or misery. All I felt was numb.
“You are making a fool of yourself by thinking I wouldn’t help you get the man of your dreams. Should I call him right now?” I laughed it off and grabbed my phone as the panic rose in her eyes, she snapped it out of my hand with a couple of ´no way!´s following her panicked behavior.

“I just need you to be my wingman, the way we always do.“ she begged and looked at me with those sweet puppy eyes that I could never resist, in love with her or not. And even though I could finally feel my heart shatter into a thousand pieces the way it happened in way too many movies, I just smiled and agreed with a “Sure, just the way we always do it.”

In Today’s Magic Story...

The Talented Captain Vraska

I’d like to begin by giving this a subtitle, “Because Angrath already took the title of Dread Pirate.”  Now onto the story.


House of the Ochran, Ravnica

  • First, let’s just appreciate that Bolas just slips her this invitation via a book.  He obviously knows his target, and knows that she’ll definitely see this.
    • Second, the gaudiness of the invitation.  Gold ink.  Sandalwood.  Magic.  By gods, this guy.
    • Third, all it says is “MEDITATION PLANE.”  In all caps.  No reason.  No directions.  No description.  Just “BE HERE”.  Bolas never fails to disappoint.
    • Fourth, telepathic ink.  Bolas truly spares no expense.
  • Also there’s not much on the Ochran, apart that Vraska is part of their organization.  This was all the way back with Mazirek’s story.
  • I don’t know what flats are.  I assumed flats were British apartments or something, but oh well.
  • We already touched on this, but Bolas really does go the extra mile in accommodating his pawns.  Mysterious note in a book?  Check.  Magical ink?  Check.  Hiring an assassin bored with assassinating to do something other than assassinate?  Check.
  • Nicol Bolas towered over her, a gold streak against the sky, posture as far from reptilian as his anatomy would allow.
    • Well yeah, he’s basically one giant angry noodle with wings.
  • You read my mind?
    I am currently reading your mind.
    • Oh how I missed reading Nicol Bolas!
  • You need to charge up petrification magic depending on the size of the foe.  So it’s a wind-up.
  • When we last saw Vraska, it seemed like she was setting up Mazirek to take command of the Golgari.  But as long as the injustice done to the downtrodden is removed, it’s all good.
  • Who is Bolas’ associate?  Surely not Tezzeret, he’s more of a lackey or servant.  Is Bolas just being polite, or is there someone whom he regards highly enough to call an associate?
  • I can double-cross him if this goes south.
    “No,” said Nicol Bolas. “You cannot.”
    • I said it before, but I’ll say it again.  I hate the attrocities this elder dragon perpetrates, but god do I love his character and writing!
  • Bolas doesn’t just give her the compass: no, he teleports it into her pocket.  Handing things to people is for peons.
  • Bolas – and now Vraska – know of a spell strong enough to travel through the Blind Eternities and reach someone else.  A specific someone else, I might add.
  • BOLAS TELEPATHICALLY GIVES VRASKA THE KNOWLEDGE OF HOW TO SAIL.  ALL OF IT.  EVERYTHING.  THIS GUY.  GOD I MISSED THIS GUY!
    • “You’d be surprised what one learns over millennia of boredom,” mused the dragon.
  • The end is worth the means, Vraska told herself…
    • Very important characterization.

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It’s Beautiful (Mycroft x Reader)

Title: It’s Beautiful

Summary: Rain usually means less people milling around London streets. But you love the rain. Seems someone else appreciates it as well.
Author: Vanessa @war-is-an-art
Words: 1971
Characters/Relationships: Mycroft x reader
Warnings: None

Request: Heyy, could you write a mycroftxreader please? The reader goes for a walk on the Themes and although it starts to rain she continues walking. After some time Mycroft appears and offers her to stand under his umbrella with him. After that day they become friends and Mycroft quickly develops feelings for her but he always denies it. After a few weeks they meet for a walk again, it rains and he admits it with a first kiss in the rain?Sending hugs and a lot of love to you!:)
- anonymous

Author’s Notes: Apologies, I’ve been flooded at work lately, but I hope you enjoy! I’m also working on the other requests and a few ideas of my own. Much thanks to Maddy for that bit with the car towards the end and help throughout, I was quite stuck!

Part two if requested!

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When it rains, everything becomes a little more beautiful. I don’t really know what it is… maybe it’s the way the air felt cool on skin… or the calmness that radiated around. But there was something different that day. The air felt charged with something exciting. You stared across the Thames and the raindrops thundered onto the asphalt of the bridge. Little smatters began appearing on your clothes and your hair. It clouded your sight and you breathed in the dampness around you. And it was beautiful.

That was when it seemed to stop. You looked up to see an umbrella. The faint smell of smoke, cologne, and old paper mingled with the rain. Turning around you saw blue eyes, cold like the rain, fascinating, and glinting with equally matched curiosity. He was well dressed, impeccably so, and tall.

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Lostcauses Fic: The Commander’s House

Yeah.  Still not over it.  Sorry.  

(Any similarity between Levi Ackerman and Emma Hamilton is entirely coincidental.) 


It doesn’t get any easier.  The pain doesn’t dull.  It’s as sharp and bright as it was four years ago in Shiganshina.  It’s just buried deeper.  Carved into his bones, woven into his sinews, twined around his heart, his lungs. Some days it feels like it’s strangling him, suffocating him from the inside out.  Other days Levi knows it’s the only thing holding him together.

But he keeps on going.  He does his job, leads reconnaissance missions beyond the walls, accompanies the surveyors and cartographers as they map every inch of the island.  Strange to think that all this time they have been on an island, and that out there, across the ocean, is a world vast beyond their comprehension. He wonders what Erwin would have made of it all.

There are settlements outside the walls now; farms and villages, homesteads dotted along the rivers and valleys, straggling along the coast.  But Levi always returns to the walls. To Shiganshina.  

He buys the house.  The one where they laid Erwin to rest.  Repairs it with his own hands.  Hanji had it cleared out, burning every last stick of furniture when they removed the body. His body.  When they took Erwin away.  “We can’t risk spreading disease, Levi.”  He knew that of course, he’s not a fucking idiot. Growing up in the Underground, he saw first hand how quickly disease could spread. But he saves the bottle from beside the bed, washes it carefully, and every time he visits, he fills it with fresh flowers.

People call it The Commander’s House now and the local children whisper that it’s haunted. It is, but only by Levi.  He inhabits the house like a restless spirit.  He doesn’t really live there.  He doesn’t really live anywhere. He just exists.  

Levi moves some of Erwin’s belongings into the house; his books, personal papers, a few clothes.  He claims a worn uniform and weathered cloak, the threadbare shirt with the ink stain on the sleeve, old boots, worn and scuffed by wear.  They hang in the wardrobe in the bright upper room now.  Erwin’s dress uniform, the one with the gold braid and the sleeve pinned back, is in the museum at the cenotaph.  Levi tries not to think about tearing open the buttons of that uniform, tries not to picture it lying in a crumpled heap of gilt and braid on the floor beside the bed, tries not to feel the weight of his Commander, lying hot and heavy on top of him, slick with sweat and consumed with desire.

Levi, fuck…Levi…

Sometimes Levi sits in the room at the top of the house and reads or just listens to the sounds from the street below; children playing, a dog barking, the notes of a blackbird singing somewhere.  But if he closes his eyes he can still smell the blood and the ash and the entrails.  Still feel the titan blood evaporating from his skin.  Still hear the words “teacher…how…find out…don’t exist?” more real than the sounds of laughter filtering in through the window.  That was Levi’s world, not this one.

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A Fine Life

This fic was inspired by the amazing art of @bluuesparrow / @moineau-bleu! Happy birthday blue! I hope you had a wonderful day full of surprises and best wishes! Hope you enjoy this fic! You are an incredible friend and I’m so happy to have met you through our mutual love for Gajevy haha

Quick reminder! Blue is offering art commissions! And I’m involve along with some other awesome writers with a special offering to write a drabble for an additional $1 with said commission. Go check the details out!

Pairing: Gajevy

Words count: 5.5k 

Rating: T

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Seahorses are among those species that mate for life. Once one dies, the other will soon die too. They can’t live without the other. That’s why people say seahorses die from heartbreak.

Levy’s life was something most people wanted for themselves. She had a beautiful apartment with a nice view to the oldest district in Magnolia; she had her dream job at the local library and was a part-time Literature teacher at a nearby high school; her social life wasn’t bad either since she had some friends to hang out with every once in a while.

Levy’s life was definitely fine, but she always felt like something was missing in it.

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Remember…. part 4

You can read part 1 here & part 2 here & part 3 here


You look up towards the man in front of you when you heard your name. He puts his hands on your face stroking your cheek

“Don’t dare hurt her.” You hear Dean scream.

The man switches now the attention from you to Dean. He walks towards Dean.

“Or what?” He asks Dean.

“Or I will kill you with my bare hands” Dean responds.

Another man enters the room. He walks towards the man that was in front of me.

“Klaus who are they?” He asks

“There the hunters brother.” Klaus responds. “Take a look Elijah.”

You looked towards the two man. The man who just walked in had a suit on. He walked towards Sam first looking at him, then to Dean and then he started walking towards you. You looked towards the ground. You saw his feet appear on the ground. You looked up. Seeing the man in front of you. He was staring at you like he just saw a ghost.

He walks away without saying anything. He walks to the man he just called Klaus. You saw him whisper something in his ear.

“See this as a warning. You can stay in my town but don’t get in my way. otherwise it’s going to be more worse than today.” Klaus spoke to the 3 of us.

“Thake them back.” Elijah said to the man holding us.

The man put the sacks on our heads again and drag us away.

“Klaus…” Elijah said. He put his hand on his shoulder. “She’s here. What are we going to do?”  

“I don’t know” Klaus said. He walks towards the door and leaves the compound.


We were dropped on a field next to the river.

“Who the hell was that?” Dean asks angry. “He has the balls to scare us.” He screams angry.

“Dean calm down.” Sam says. “Y/n do you know those guy’s?” He asks you. You look towards him confused. “both of the men looked at you like they saw a ghost.” Sam continued.

“I don’t know them.” You said towards them.

“Sam leave her for a moment. Let’s go back to the hotel.” Dean says. “Where are we?” He says looking around.


The next day we were all at the hotel. Sam was doing research on the internet about those guys. And you were going a little bit crazy. That man’s face just keeps popping up on your mind. Like you knew him.

“Guys I’m going to look around in the city.” You say to them.

“It’s not safe.” Dean says to you.

“I’m just going to look around like a tourist not as a hunter.” You say to Dean

“I’m going with you.” Dean says. He takes his jacket and puts it on.

“Dean please i don’t need a babysitter” You say to him.  “I will check in every hour okay?”

He nods his head. You look towards Sam and he just gives you a smile.

You walk towards the door and you left both of the men behind.

The streets of New Orleans were crowded. There were people everywhere. Everybody was smiling. You walked around and you felt at home for more than a year you never felt so home in a city has now. You spot a cute cafe. You enter the cafe and you took a seat at a table near the window.

“Can I get you something?” You looked away from the window and you looked towards the waitress.

“Yes, can I have a coffee, please.” You say to her. She nods her head and walks away.

You look towards the window again, You see kids running around tourist taking photos. Everybody was happy.

In a few seconds you felt a presence next to you.

“You don’t mind do you love?” You look towards the man in front of you. Klaus the man from yesterday is in front of you. He has his hands on the chair.

“No I don’t mind.” You say to him. He sits in front of you.

“Thank you.” He says with a smile.

The waitress comes around and brings you the coffee.

“Do you want something?” She asks Klaus.

“No thank you.” he says friendly to the waitress.

She walks away and he’s staring at you with pain in his eyes. You don’t understand why.

“Can I ask you something love?” He says to you. His voice is friendly and sweet.

“Sure.” You say to him not sure why.

“Why are you with the hunters? You’re not a hunter.” He says to you

“Who do you think you are?.” You say to him calmly as possible. “You don’t know me.” You continued. He turns his face from you and you see him clench his jaw.

“You’re right.” He’s says not looking at you. He looks back at you, he smiles and just stays quite looking at you. You look out of the window, the people outside just makes you smile.

“I’m happy that you like New Orleans.” Klaus says. You look back at him again. “I can show you the town if you want.” He says with a smile.

You gave him a fake smile, take the last sip of your coffee and you stand from the table. “Maybe some other day.” You say to him and you walk away from the table. You walk to the register to pay for your coffee and ask for 2 pieces of cherry pie. Before you leave you look towards Klaus he’s still sitting on the table with his eyes on you. You walked out and made your way towards the hotel.

Floki’s Witch (Soulmate Au)

This will be one of two Floki soulmate Au’s that I will be writing. because someone made a suggestion that i liked :) Contains adult themes. Trigger Warning: Nearly being burned alive.

(Y/N)-Your name

(Y/F/N)–Your full name

Originally posted by philomaela

The great battle had ended but Floki was not celebrating with the others. He felt something…a sense of dread and fear swelling inside of him. His chest was tight and his mind raced with wonderment as to what was happening. Suddenly his arm started to burn. He cried out at the immense pain as he fell to his knees. He saw smoke rising from his sleeve. His hand tore at the material yanking his bracer off. Upon his bare skin, he watched before his eyes as a name was burned into his skin. Spelled out in Ruins the name…her name…(Y/N).

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