it was cold as balls oh my god

anonymous asked:

okay but Percival Graves is the magical version of Gordon Ramsay, yes? where he yells and curses at his Senior Aurors but talks quietly to the Junior Aurors and reassuring them that they got this, that they can cast this spell and they still have time


Like, can we just appreciate…

Originally posted by fyeahgordonramsay


Originally posted by weeklyspectator



I love this. I love this. Because I can SEE IT. He’s downright motherfucking COLD in his rage to his senior aurors, because those men and women have KIDS. They can hate him all they like, but he’s going to fucking make sure they’ve got balls big enough and smarts quick enough to get their asses home at the end of the day - if that means they fucking hate him, so be it. Plus, they should fucking know better, merlin’s balls.

But his baby Aurors.

They’re babies. They’re new, young, baby-faced children that decided they wanted to use their gifts to shine a light in the darkness - knowing they could die, knowing it’d be worth it to protect their society. He guides them calmly, because they don’t know better yet. He pulls them back when they’re teetering on the edge. He doesn’t shame them if they quit. He doesn’t warn them if they stay. They knew what they signed up for.

He just prepares them as best they can and when they’re old enough, he fucking LAYS INTO THEM BECAUSE Jesus Christ, Abernathy, do you want a second hole next to your anus? Stay belly down on the ground long enough and one of Grindelwald’s flunkies will be more than happy to send an Avada Kedavra right up your asshole - see if it was worth “resting for a second” then!

clementi-red  asked:

How would the 104th squad and the vets react to snow?

Mikasa: So romantic
Reiner: Snow ball fight!
Bertholdt: :/
Annie: Worried about the animals
Jean: Oh my god leave me alone seasonal depression just hit me
Marco: It’s so beautiful!
Sasha: *___*
Connie: It’s cold and I don’t like it
Historia: Puts three tiny snowballs on top of each other “Levi”
Armin: Is amazed and loves it
Ymir: Whatever, I prefer sitting at the fireplace and NOT having my hands freeze off
Levi: IS2G if you come in with your dirty shoes I will skin you
Hanji: makes 20 snow angles
Erwin: Watches the kids play and likes the atmosphere of snowy landscapes
Nanaba: Likes it for one day and is annoyed after that
Mike: Accidentally kills everyone with a huge ass snowball
Moblit: Why is any of this happening

137 Winter  Writing Prompts!

1. “Come out in the snow with me!”

2. “I can’t believe it’s already snowing,”

3. “Want some cocoa?”

4. “I’m baking!”

5. "I can’t feel my legs.”

6. “Don’t open those till later!”

7. “What’d you get me?”

8. “Thanks for the.. Uh.. Gift?”

9. “I have no clue what this is supposed to be.”

10. "I’d rather stay inside.”

11. “The house is so warm.”

12. “It’s warm inside.”

13. “There’s no way I’m going out in that weather!”

14. “Is this the first time you’ve seen snow?”

15. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

16. “Happy New Year’s Eve eve eve eve eve eve eve!”

17. “It’s New Years, aren’t you going to kiss me?”

18. “I wonder where that mistletoe came from.”

19. “Do we have to kiss at midnight?”

20. “Hug me so I can Get warm.”

21. “You’re like a heater!”

22. “Bah humbug.”

23. “You’re useless with wrapping presents!”

24. “Why did you get this for me?”

25. “Merry Christmas, you dork!”

26. “You can wait another 24 hours to open presents.”

27. “I hate waiting.”

28. “Let’s listen to Christmas albums and get drunk off of eggnog.”

29. “Eggnog sucks, fight me.”

30. “Eggnog rules, bite me.”

31. “You’re as red as Rudolph!”

32. “Christmas hats are the bomb, okay?”

33. “Let this be over now.”

34. “No, you can not start listening to Christmas albums before Halloween.” - “Well I disagree.”

35. “Halloween is better.”

36. “Let’s have Hallowmas!”

37. “Isn’t the snow just amazing?”

38. “No white Christmas this year…”

39. “Let’s see who can catch the most snowflakes with their tongue!”

40. “Snow angels!”

41. “Do you wanna Build a-” - “Absolutely not.”

42. “You look cute when you’re cold.”

43. “Let’s sit by the fire.”

44. “Up to roasting marshmallows?”

45. “Come on! Can I open just one?”

46. “You have flour on you face.”

47. “Who knew making cookies was this hard?”

48. “Easier said than done.”

49. “Let’s go get some pre made dough.”

50. “We burned it all…”

51. “Ginger bread people are very serious!”

52. “Cookie frosting contest!!!”

53. “I think I’ve has enough cookies for two years… Wait is that pie?”

54. “Let’s have an all pie Christmas!”

55. “What do you mean ‘too many cookies’?”

56. “Can you reach that spot on the tree?”

57. “We have to get that tree!”

58. “Did someone spike the eggnog?”

59. “Yes I have four trees. Don’t judge me.”

70. “Where’s the topper!”

71. “The tree looks… Nice…”

72. “Oh wow.”

73. “We must win the house lights contest!”

74. “I think we need glitter.”

75. “I made too much tea. Didn’t i?”

76. “Want some tea?”

77. “Did someone eat half of the cookies?!?”

78. “Just because it’s Christmas/New Years doesn’t mean I have to dress up.”

79. “It’s New Years/ Christmas! Of course I need to dress up!”

80. “What the hell do I get them?”

81. “That’s perfect for them!”

82. “Light the candle!”

83. “Why is it so damn cold?”

84. “Happy Hanukkah!”

85. “Let’s watch stupid Christmas movies and get wasted.”

86. "It’s too cold to do anything!”

87. “thanks for the gift… I guess.”

88. “Hey, at least you tried.”

89. “Snow ball fight!!!”

90. “Our ginger bread house is just… Sad.”

91. "My cookies are far better than yours.”

92. “Oh my GOD how did you make these!?!”

93. “This is the best cookie I’ve very eaten.”

94. “This is the worst cookie I’ve ever eaten.”

95. "How could someone make food this badly?”

96. “tea is so much better than cocoa!”

97. “Cocoa is superior to tea!”

98. “Why are we fighting over beverages!?!”

99. “Sit down and eat the damn food!”

100. “We need to make food for how many people?!?”

101. "You’re cute when you’re freezing.”

102. “All I want for Christmas is you!”

103. “No way you’re going out in the snow in that!”

104. “Did you actually get a Santa suit?”

105. “Catching snowflakes with your tongue is harder than it looks…”

106. “I may die if it gets any colder.”

107. “Finally! Snow!”

108. “Happy Festivus!”

109. “So you’re telling me that you got everyone dollar store makeup for their gifts?!?””

110. “It’s Christmas! You’d think at least someone would be selling trees!”

111. “Wake me up when it’s Christmas.”

112. “Wake me up when Winter’s over.”

113. “Winter is my favorite time of the year!”

114. “Who stole all the gifts!?!”

115. “There’s so much snow in my boots.”

116. “We’re snowed in!”

117. “Are you sure you want to get me a gift?”

118. “I don’t deserve you…”

119. “So… Looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh.”

120. “Wanna kiss?”

121. “I’m alone on valentines day. What could get worse?”

122. “Looks like we’re stuck here until all the snow blows over..”

123. “Seriously!?! The powers out?”

124. “Who sent these chocolates and flowers?”

125. “I don’t deserve this gift, Y/n. You have to take it back.”

126. “I think eating Chocolate alone on a holiday is completely normal.”

127. “Did i actually sleep through Christmas/New years/ Hanukkah?”

128.1 ‘Did you actually dye your hair red and green?”

128.2 “Seriously did you dye your hair blue for winter?”

128.3 “How is it possible to dye your hair gold for new years.”

129. “We’re not going to spend the holidays alone and sad. i won’t allow that!”

130. “I’m bringing the holiday party to you!”

131. “Please come over. I don’t want to be alone on Christmas.”

132. “Yes i’m out clubbing on new years. Please just pick me up!”

134. “I think i love you. Wow that sounds so cliche.”

135.  “I know that people usually kiss under mistletoe but.. I had other things planned.”

136. “Seriously, staring at me won’t get me to be your new years date.”

137. “You know i could never leave you alone on your favorite holiday.”

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A Glimmer in His Eyes (Sebastain Smythe)

Quick little update in my life

1. Sorry i haven’t be on lately, my family is moving so I have been packing a lot lately

2. School is awful, too much work

3. I'm in the middle of watching White Collar and now I’m obsessed with Matt Bomer. He’s gorgeous.


Chapter 12

We walked off stage together and into our classroom we were assigned earlier. Everyone was over the moon that we are going to Nationals, minus the fact that New Directions are coming with us. But I didn’t care. When we got inside I looked for Sebastian, he was standing off to the side. I walked up him. “We did it!” I said. He turned to look at me and he smiled “Yea we did.”

“I told you, you would be just fine.”

He smiled and turned to group of guys  “Great job everyone. Start thinking of arrangements for Nationals. We need to win guys, not tie with another group” He said. The boys laughed. “Okay come on guys the bus is ready.” He said. I was about to to walk out of the room when he asked me “Are just doing to drive with Blaine?” he asked. “Yea. I also wanted to congratulate my friends.”

“I’ll see you later then.”

“Bye Sebastian”

——Next day

Dalton has the day off today, so later today I  was going to drive over to Mckinley. Apparently they are having a small party and Blaine and the others invited me. It was 11 am and I dressed in some shorts and a cropped hoodie and my hair was in a messy bun. I was in the middle of eating my cereal when my doorbell rang. I had a mouth full of cereal when I said “Coming!”. I pushed up my glasses and answered the door. And there on my doorstep stood  Sebastian. 

“Why are you here?” I asked

“Well Hi to you too.” he said.

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“HI. It’s 11 in morning.” I said again.

            “I wanted to know if you were doing anything today.” He asked. I moved away from door to let him in. “Well there is thing called a phone,and you can call or text someone on it.” I told him

           “Ya well whatever.” He threw his jacket onto the my couch and sat down. ‘So are you doing anything?” he asked again. “I have a party later today.”  His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. “You have a party?” he asked.

“Yes actually I do.”   I grabbed my bowl and continued to eat.

“Like you actually have multiple friends?” he said jokingly.

“Ass” I said, but it was mumbled by the cereal in my mouth. As I swallowed the cereal I got an Idea. “Do you want to come?”


“You didn’t tell me it was with New Directions.”  He said. “Oh Come on.”

We walked into the school together. “You actually look like you go here.” I commented

“I know. Isn’t it awful.” As we were walking the school bell rang and of the students were let out of their classrooms. “Wait Blaine and Tina should be walking by.” I told him.

“Wait isn’t that him?” Sebastian pointed to a boy in yellow pants and w white polo shirt. I grabbed his hand and started to run up to him. “Blaine!” I shouted over the rowdy students.  He turned around and saw us. “Hey Y/N! You’re here!” he said. He noticed who I was with “And you’re brought-”

“Sebastian.” Tina said.

“Hello public school students.’ he said while rolling his eyes.

“Why did he come?” Tina asked

“Because he has helped her alot adjusting to Dalton and with the Warblers.” Blaine said. “Now come on let’s go to the choir room.”

Tina left us and started to walk ahead of us, no pleased that Sebastian was here. “So I have been ask, how is David?” I asked. “Oh ya you broke his Nose.” Blaine said.

“Wait you punched someone?” Sebastian asked.

“Yea square in the face, so don’t make upset.” I said jokingly Most of the students were gone now, going home. So it was only us in the hallway until we saw David. He looked so stupid with the little patch over his nose. “Did you already transfer back? What the boys at Dalton too boring for you?” He asked “Go away David.” I said. He stood right in front of us, blocking our way. In his right hand, he held a slushie. Shit. “What makes you think we are boring?” Sebastian asked. “She is tired of you already.” David said simply.

“Kinda hard when most of the guys are gay.”

I laughed. I didn’t mean to but it slipped out. “Okay David why don’t you move along. I already broke your nose, don’t make be break your balls.” I told him, “If you have any, that is.”

“You bitch! He yelled. He then extended his arm and threw the slush at me. I was ready to get hit by the cold dyed ice. I waited, and waited and when it didn’t hit me, I opened eyes and saw Sebastian standing in front of me, blocking me from the slushy. David was running away. “Run away you coward!” Blaine yelled. Sebastian turned around to face me and he was covered from head to toe in the red slush.”Welp, wasn’t expecting this to happened today.” he said.

“Oh my god.” I said. “I’m going to run to Mr.Schuster. Blaine take to the girls bathroom, I’ll be right there.”   I started to jog down the hallway since the class wasn’t too far away. I ran in, and saw everyone in the choir room having a grand time. “Mr.Schuster I need a Chair and Towel right now.”  I said urgently

“Y/N what’s going on?” he asked

“Sebastian got slushied.” I said

Mr.Schuster ran to his office and grabbed a towel.

“Wait Sebastian? Why is he here?” Rachel asked

“I invited him.”  Mr. Schuster handed me a towel I told him thank you and I grabbed a chair  and ran right back out and into the bathroom. Sebastian was dripping with slushie. I set the chair up against the sink. “Blaine do you  have another set clothes he can borrow?” he nodded “I’ll be back.” he said.

“Okay Sebastian, come sit.” I told him. He sat down at the chair and laid his head back into the sink, I first washed his face then I turned the sink on and start to wash his hair. I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair. I glanced down and saw him staring at me “Why did you do it?’ I asked him. He did a half smile “I’m honestly not sure.” he said. “At least this one didn’t have rock salt.”

“Not funny.” I placed one hand over her forehead and ran my fingers through his hair starting from the front and making my way back, getting bits of slushie out. I looked back down him in his eyes. His eyes were a swirling mix of brown and green that blended perfectly together.  They had small glimmer that I love. “You have really pretty eyes, Sebastian.” I told him. He smiled. “I’m so sorry this happened.”

“It’s alright Y/N. It sucks, but you’re too nice to get slushied, especially  too nice to me.”

“So does this mean you start to be nice to me, all the time not just when we are lone?”

His face soften, it almost looked childlike. “I promise, Y/N”

The door opened and Blaine walked in “Sorry I took so long. I only had a sweatshirt and some sweatpants.” Blaine said.

“No that’s perfect, thank you Blaine.” Sebastian said.

“No problem, I’m just going to leave theses here and go to the choir room.”

“We will see you there.” he said. Blaine nodded and walked out of the bathroom. I finally got most of the shush out of his hair and off of his face. “I’m done.” I told him “Really? That quick?” he asked. “I have been doing this for 2 years, I can do it quickly now.” “Thank you.” he said. He looked at the counter with clothes on it. I grabbed the towel from the ground and when I came back up Sebastian was taking his slushie stained shirt off. “Ouch!” I said.

  “Are you alright?” he asked. Now his chest was completely bare. 

“I just I uh hit my head. On.. on the sink” I said. He laughed but quickly asked me again “I know but are you okay?” I nodded my head. “ I’m okay.”

I stood back from the ground. “God you don’t have any shame do you?” I asked “About?”  “You!” I said  I walked over to him “and you’re fricking gorgeous abs.”I said as I poked him in the abs. He laughed his dorky laugh.”I mean, when you look like me, why would I have shame.” Sebastian started to joking pose and flex his muscles. I grabbed the hoodie and threw it at him “Put it on before I start drooling” I said sarcastically “You think I’m that good looking?” he asked.

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I tried to form words, but nothing came out  “You aren’t terrible   looking.”

He smirked. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

First Snow (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: The snow might dampen Steve and Bucky’s spirits, but this year they have you around.

A/N: Just something short as I push through these final papers and my last exam! Where I am has been getting a crazy amount of snow (considering we don’t usually get it?) and i’m absolutely loving it - fingers crossed for a white christmas?

Word Count: 1529
Warnings: none

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Bucky shrugged the loose sweater over his shoulders as he made his way towards the kitchen. His bare feet padded across the cold hardwood floor but he couldn’t be bothered to return to his room and grab a pair of socks; he didn’t want to risk waking you.

Steve looked up from his seat by the window and sent his flat mate a small, tight lipped smile as he entered.

“Morning, Buck.”

Bucky nodded, his eyes drifting past Steve and out through the window. As he took in the view of the street in front of them, his smile slowly began to fall.

“Mornin’…” he grumbled back.

Steve noticed and sighed, using his right foot to push out a seat at the table for his best friend.

Bucky took it, his eyes continuing to gaze out over the snow covered street.
“Do you want a coffee?” he offered, bringing Bucky’s attention back inside their apartment.

Bucky shook his head silently before clearing his throat. “It’s snowing.”
Steve nodded and took a sip from his mug.

“I hate the snow.” Bucky grumbled, standing up suddenly to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

By the time he’d returned to the table Steve had finished his coffee, pushing his empty mug across the table and leaning back in his seat. “I hate it too, Buck.”
There was a heavy pause before Bucky spoke up once more, his voice quieter than usual.

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Imagine Harry Wells confessing his feelings to you after HR kissing you under mistletoe

Request by Anonymous: Could you do an imagine where Harrison and the reader have been working together at star labs for a while and although the reader is slightly younger than he is, he still confesses he has feelings for her

Request by Anonymous: Write about HR realizes that he has a crush on you and you’re a meta human (the reader has super speed and killer frost abilities…)

Request by Anonymous: Hey! If you could write an imagine where HR kisses you under a mistletoe making Harry completely jealous even though you two are not dating and you have no clue of him liking you. Afterwords you & HR go out on a few dates and things become serious causing Harry to be distant/sad until he works up the courage to show you his feelings and ultimately you having to pick between the two. Thank you ❤️

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Originally posted by verygroovymutation

With the sound of the drumsticks clacking together, you curiously looked back from your shoulder and found HR smirking at you with some weird excitement and longing in his eyes.

You frowned, asking the team, “What’s wrong with him?”

You noticed Barry and Cisco were stifling their giggles and playfully looking back and forth between you and HR as if they were expecting a good show. Caitlin, in the other hand, sighed and looked at you with sympathy.

“Don’t move.” HR said with a wide grin, eagerly walked towards you with a few strides.

“Can anyone tell me what’s going on?” You helplessly looked at the team and noticed Harry was silently observing the situation with his grim expression and arms crossed over his chest. His cold eyes were deadly pinned on his counterpart as if he was ready to eat him alive and you somehow saw Harry clenching his jaw too.

“Y/N…” Caitlin uttered, pointing above your head, “I think you might want to look up at the ceiling.”

You followed Caitlin’s direction and lifted your head, only found a ball of mistletoe was hanging right upon you.

You rolled your eyes uncontrollably, burying your face inside your palms, “Oh my god…”

“Since the genius over here,” Cisco snickered, “hanged a sprig of mistletoe in the cortex, he was waiting for the girls who accidentally stand under it.”

“He has been keeping watch on this spot for so long just like some attackers waiting to catch their preys.” Caitlin added.

You turned and faced HR, narrowing your eyes on him, “You do know that I can speed out of the lab any moment so you never get a chance to kiss me?”

You gave HR a smug face and continued, “And if you do kiss me, you know that I can freeze you to death the moment you have physical contact with me?”

To let your statement sounded more convincing, you showed HR your frosty hands with complacent smile crept up on your lips.

“Nah,” HR seemed not buying your threat, “you have both super speed and ice-based abilities, hot and cold all at once, theoretically these two distinct powers will be automatically balanced within your body, and so you’ll have the normal body temperature just like the rest of us do.”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised by HR’s more-than-accurate science talk.

“Well,” HR shrugged, spinning his drumstick between his fingers, “I do listen when you guys talking the science stuff.”

“But theory is just a theory, in case something goes wrong…” HR turned his head and signaled Barry, “BA!”

After a strong gust of wind smacked against your skin and streaks of yellow lightning flashed beside you, you found your wrists were locked with a pair of power-dampening cuffs.

“What the hell, Barry?!” You almost yelled at the speedster.

“Well, well,” HR smirked, reaching and holding your wrists gently, “now that you can’t use your super powers against me, let’s get you a proper Christmas kiss.”

You heard a deep groan coming from Harry’s throat and you saw the grumpy scientist stepped out of the cortex in an irritated manner from the corner of your eyes.

Feeling a warm hand gripping your chin, you fell your attention back to Harry’s counterpart, who was hungrily gazing at your rosy red lips.

He looked at your attractive lips one more time and placed a soft peck on it without any warning.

The kiss was too quick that you never had a chance to feel it and it was gone.

HR pulled away and pressed his lips together as if enjoying the aftertaste of the kiss, “Whoa, that’s good. I was afraid that the power cuffs might malfunction.”

“Hey,” Here came Cisco’s protest, “my delicate set of cuffs is perfect, okay?”

You speeded out of the training track, grinning brightly at Harry, who was staring at the computer screen blankly at the moment.

Your smile slowly faded away and asked, “How was I doing? Still not good?”

“You’re doing fine,” Harry gathered his thoughts and answered, “You’re nearly as fast as Allen.”

“Is something bothering you?” You asked with concern filled up in your eyes, moved towards the scientist, “You seem a little off lately.”

“I think you should worry about HR rather than me, Y/N.” Harry said with bitterness, trying his best to hide the jealousy and sourness between lines, “You’re dating him after all.”

“We’re not dating,” You denied at first, but thinking there was no point of denial, you gave up, “whatever.”

The gleam behind his sapphire blue eyes grew dim, his face went completely gloomy. The twinge kept torturing his heart since the day HR kissed you under mistletoe. He knew that HR would steal you away from him one day, he just blamed himself for not working up the courage to confess his feeling to you before the fraud, and sometimes he even regretted he had invited him to come to this Earth at the first place.

“Test. Test. Fellow S.T.A.R. Labs employees. Your presence in the cortex would be greatly appreciated, especially Y/N.” A familiar voice sounded through the microphone.

“You got to be kidding me.” You threw your head back, rolling eyes. Although HR was not as grumpy as the physicist in front of you, he sometime just being really annoying.

“Sorry, Harry, I should go check on HR.” You spun around on your heel and started walking towards the door.

He abruptly gripped your wrist, stopped you from going.

“Don’t go.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat. You was utterly taken aback by Harry’s sudden reaction, you just froze and stood there with an empty mind.

With a strong but gentle pull, he turned you around to face him, locking you between his secure arms.

“Don’t go.” He repeated, this time his voice was determined, not allowing any rejection.

Your heart was pounding, his handsome face was only inches to yours as you could feel his hot breath were smacking on your blushed cheeks, which made your heart raced even faster.

“Please tell me things between you and HR aren’t serious.” Harry mumbled with pain, studying your facial expression, “Tell me you’re still mine even if I have never existed in your memory.”

“What do you mean?” You startled, almost heard the rapid beating sound behind your chest.

“Flash point.” Harry briefly explained, one of his big warm hand reached your flushed small cheek and gently cupped it, “You are head over heels in love with me in the original timeline. Things changed after Allen created Flash point…. You are no longer mine anymore.”

Without giving you any time to process what he just said, Harry leaned down to press his soft lips against yours.

The kiss was so soft and gentle that you practically melt into his arms. Your head was spinning and no way to think straight when he brushed his lips on yours, sending unstoppable shivers to your spine. Although your conscious kept telling you to pull away, your heart kept urging you to sink into his deep sweet touch.

You kissed back, which surprised both of you. Harry smiled a little and pulled you even closer, firmly held you inside his embrace by wrapping his arms around your waist. He went slightly further and sucked your bottom lip possessively.

The kiss lasted like forever before both of you needed a gasp of air.

Your conscious finally came back and you whispered, “This is wrong…”

Harry placed a soft kiss on your lips again and said, “But it doesn’t seem wrong, right?”

incandescence; preview

Genre: werewolf!au, angst

Pairings: reader x taehyung (feat. all members)

Word count: 2k

Summary:  You had never been afraid of storms and neither did you believe in superstitions, but something about the swaying willows and withered oaks, flimsy and unstable caught up in the torrents of rain and sharp gusts of winds screamed bad omen.

The thundering clouds, hung low in the gloomy sky, growling and roaring loudly, as if upon the clouds sat a hungry lion, vexed at its inability to find food and shelter. You watched the downpour in silence, you had barely spoken a word during the entire 6 hour drive. Licking your lips for the umpteenth time, you found it impossible to push down the uneasiness building up in your chest. You had never been afraid of storms and neither did you believe in superstitions, but something about the swaying willows and withered oaks, flimsy and unstable caught up in the torrents of rain and sharp gusts of winds screamed bad omen.

 By the time, your  mother rounded up the driveway in front of your soon to be home for the coming few months, the raging winds seemed to have calmed down a little. You sighed taking in the dilapidated old house. It was not too big yet much too huge for it’s two lonely tenants. You couldn’t help but wonder what the house looked like, back in it’s days of glory. When the lush green creepers had not grown on it’s once pristine white walls. When the windows had not been sealed shut with years of rust and dirt plaguing it’s hinges. When the house looked like a home, not an abandoned haunted misery.

 You rolled down the windows making no move to step out of the car yet. The air was damp and cold, but when it caressed your cheeks, it felt eerie and uncomfortable, just like everything else about this place. You longed for the sunny skies and the sweltering heat of your hometown, but no amount of wishful thinking could turn things around and take you back.

 "So-“ your mother spoke up softly, testing the waters with her tone and choice of words. She knew you were upset about this whole move and somewhere or the else she held herself responsible. You hated seeing her guilt ridden eyes, for all you knew none of this was her fault. It was no one’s fault really, just a twist of fate that left you in quicksand. You had no way out and the only thing you were allowed to settle for was acceptance.

 "Don’t worry about it, Mom. I’ll be fine.” You reassured her, flashing her a small smile. “It does not look that bad. And it’s only for a few months right?” You tried to sound optimistic, and the thought of missing a semester at your local college and all the tedious routines that came along with it did make you feel slightly better.

 "If you say so Y/N.“ She trailed off sounding unsure and a good minute passed before she spoke up again. “After your father left, I no longer wanted to depend on him or his money but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I should have put my pride aside, atleast for your sake when he said he wanted to help us. Guess it’s too late to regret now.” You felt terrible. You wanted to see your mother happy. You really really did. After all she had been through and all she had done to provide for you she deserved every happiness in the world and you wished you could give it to her.

 "Mom, I love you so much, and even though I’m such a brat sometimes you have to know how much I admire you. You’re beautiful inside out. I mean it.“ You squeezed her hand "You don’t have to worry about me, I know this job is important to you. To us. You can’t commute this far everyday and renting two houses will be too much of a burden. I get it. So please don’t blame any of it on yourself. We’re just doing our best to survive.” By the time you finished you felt embarassed over your emotional outburst already. You were never the one to show your emotions or speak your mind and this felt unbelievably awkward. However, you did mean every single word that made out of your mouth without doubt.

 "Wow my little ice princess has quite the heart of gold eh?“ Your mother let out a chuckle but her eyes glistened and a loving smile played on her lips. "And no you’re never a brat.” She winked at you. “you’re just the opposite.”


It took roughly an hour as the two of you went back and forth taking in the boxes and suitcases from the rear of the SUV. It was drizzling slightly but that faint raindrops were not a bother as you kept up your paces. By the time you were finished you collapsed on top of one of the boxes panting heavily as you took in the insides of the house in detail for the first time.

 You were pleasantly surprised, the shabby outward appearance of the house was incredibly deceptive in comparison to its well lit and neat interiors. The walls had been freshly painted a snowy white, and there were large windows framed with wood on each of the four walls of the living room. A comfortable looking leather couch sat in the middle looking a bit lonely by itself. But you were only going to be here for a short period so neither of you wanted to bother much with the decorations or the furniture. The less the better.

 Your mother’s voice echoed, bouncing off the emptiness of the house, as she called your name. You found her in the kitchen leaning forward on the black marble kitchen counter as she typed away on her phone. “Y/N? The gas supplies won’t work yet so maybe I’ll have to go pick up something from the diner we saw on our way here. Do you want to come along?” You shook your head in denial  immediately. “Alright then, you can freshen up until then, we can unpack tomorrow. You’re room’s the one on the left by the way.” You eyed the winding staircase in the living room which lead upstairs. It honestly did not look very stable. “My knees hurt just looking at those” You thought out loud and your mother’s booming laugh was the last thing you heard before she left leaving you all alone in this silent old house.

 You hugged your arms around yourself a little more tightly as you entered the room which was to be yours. It took you a while to figure out the heating, and you were shivering by the time you did. Somehow you had managed to drag your huge suitcase upstairs, your knees were indeed hurting but thankfully despite their shaky appearance the stairs did not give in under your weight. It was a strange feeling really but the moment you clambered your way upstairs a strange chill went down your spine and for some reason for a second you felt as if you were not alone. You dismissed it as paranoia, unsure if the exhaustion from a day so hectic was finally getting to you. 

 The bathroom was massive and maybe even bigger than your house back home. You took your time stacking up your toiletteries neatly on the shelves, all the while keeping an eye out for any roaches or spiders that might still be lingering. You turned on the faucet letting the bathtub fill up with warm water before stripping out of your jeans and flannel shirt  which felt itchy and damp, clinging uncomfortably to your body. 


 You froze mid activity as you heard the floorboards creak on the other side of the door. “Mom?” you stood still, only in your shirt as you tried strain your ears trying to tell reality and hallucinations apart. did you just imagine the whole thing. “Mom. Are you back already?” With a heart beat loud and frantic you sneaked upto the door before pushing it open with shaky hands. “Mom. oh my God, stop playing around I’m scared.” Your bedroom door stood open just as you had left it and  there was nothing but silence which met your desperate calls.

 The hallway was just as silent. The narrow space lit up by nothing but the faint light filtering in through the large window at the end of it. You furrowed your eyebrows, were you just imagining things? You had to be.


 Your heart dropped to you stomach and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt something cold and squishy brush past you ankle.

 You body almost shook with relief, when you saw a furry ball of white near your feet, a timid mewl came from the tiny little kitten and your legs gave in as you collapsed on the ground clutching your chest. “You scared me to death little one. Oh my god-” it was no more than a few weeks old, its fur white and fluffy. It looked well bred and too tame to be a stray. “Come here” you got up on your knees and leaned forward trying to capture the little creature in your hands but it escaped quickly and you almost fell flat on your face. But all of a sudden you heard the kitten screech out an ugly sound and your blood ran cold. When you looked up a dark figure stood in front of you.

 Fear had never felt so overbearing and death had never felt like such an imminent threat before. All you were met with when you looked up was a cold hard stare and blood crazy eyes that looked too wild, too feral to be human.

 And just like that, all too soon the world went black.

Brendon Urie ~ Let’s Kill Tonight
(Horror movies, he scares you)

Why did you say yes? Perhaps it was masochism but either way, you were regretting when Horror Lord Urie swaggered into the room with so many horror films in his arms he had to have spent half his fortune on them.

“So… My little fear lover… Classic or modern? Gore or jump scare? Psychological torture or pure sadism? The choice is yours but once the decision is made, your fate is sealed…” Brendon grinned around the cheap vampire fangs he’d shoved into his mouth as he ran down the stairs.

“Shut up Boyd and surprise me.” You retorted, secretly not wanting the responsibility of scaring yourself.

“It’s decided! Good old fashioned Exorcist it is! You’re gonna regret letting me chose coz you could have just picked Crimson Peak…” He grinned from ear to ear as he dropped the DVDs on an armchair and fished out his chosen film. You resisted the urge to scream just at the mention of the film and instead whined at the lack of Tom Hiddleston you’d be watching for the next couple of hours of your life.

Fast forward an hour later and you’ve skipped out on the film entirely, locking yourself in the bathroom and texting Brendon passive aggressive threats, ordering him to turn off the film. After a brief argument you received a short message simply stating “k, the films off, come out now you’ve ruined horror night for me.” You huffed, feeling guilty but less afraid, that was until the lights shut off in the bathroom. You squealed but composed yourself and assumed the light had blown and unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway. Complete darkness.

“Boyd?!” You shouted, “Boyd, I think your powers out?” No reply. “Ok… Bit creepy… Feel like giving me a torch? I’m sorry about ruining film night!” You added in the hopes of appeasing him.

Feeling your way down the hallway and reaching the stairs, you braced yourself for the inevitable jump scare before descending. “Brendon, please.” You begged, your voice breaking as your bare feet touch the cold wood of the floor. You wandered into where you assumed the living room was and swore as you banged your toe on the edge of the sofa.

Hands wrapped around your waist whilst you was recovering and practically swung you into the air before teeth nipped at your neck. You shrieked and struggled desperately until your feet hit the ground and you took off running, consequently falling head first over the sofa and landing in a painful ball on the other side, yelping as you tried to stand, your ankle throbbing with pain.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” Brendon gushed before he run out the room, you heard doors opening and the clicking of switches before the lights came on, blinding you momentarily. A red faced Brendon skidded back into the room before dropping beside you. “Is it broke?” He questioned looking a mix of scared and guilty.

“I… I don’t think so?” You replied, cradling your exceptionally swollen a ankle, eyes widening when Brendon picked you up as gently as he could and carried you into the kitchen. Setting you down on the counter top he went looking for frozen peas, determined to right what he’d done as best as possible. He let out a small “ah!” When he found frozen peas and returned to you, placing them on your ankle and getting you to hold it in place. His muddy coloured eyes had widened to puppy dog size as he looked into yours. Seeing you shudder, he disappeared again before returning with a fluffy blanket that he wrapped around your shoulders.

“Look… I’m so sorry, I just wanted to make you jump…” He muttered, pulling himself up onto the counter beside you, pulling the blanket over his shoulders and silencing you when you went to complain by lifting you onto his lap and hugging you as tightly as he could to keep you comfortable as he could. His body radiating warmth that you melted into.

“I know you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t do that.” You muttered sleepily due to the adrenaline low, a small smile gracing your face when he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Not to you. No.” He finished.

elloras  asked:

Listen. the simple fact that Mike makes Harvey laugh is making me emo





But like, nobody else can get to Harvey the way Mike does???? Like he’s this cold hearted, serious, no nonsense guy but when Mike came along he just turned into this???? ball of goo????? golden 24k goo????? all because of Mike???????



Michael Clifford Smut → Shower Sex

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Request: Yes

It was almost evening when I drove home from the gym, I was so caught up that I didn’t even realize how long I was actually there. Almost three hours and two missed phone calls from my boyfriend Michael past since I left home. All I could think of now was a hot and relaxing shower. I jumped into my car and quickly drove home, with the thought of hot water running down my body. Showering always relaxed me, it was kind of my getaway from the world and all my problems.

Ten minutes later I arrived home, I parked the car and walked through the front door, where I was greeted by Michael. “Babe where have you been so long?” he whined and put his arms around my waist. I pulled away and put my bag on the floor. “I was at the gym. Sorry it took so long. I’m gonna take a shower alright? I’m pretty beat.” I said and wiped some sweat away from my forehead. “Can I join you?” he smirked pulling me closer again. “No, Michael. I’m too tired.” I explained and started walking to the bedroom. “Oh c'mon babe, I’ve been horny all day.” he groaned and followed me upstairs. “Later okay.” I said and slammed the door shut in his face. 

I sighed and stripped down my sweaty clothes and pulled out a new towel from the wardrobe. I dind’t want to turn down Michael like that but I really wasn’t in the mood right now. I just needed to releax. I walked into the bathroom next to our bedroom and turned on the water. I put the towel aside and waited a couple of minutes to let the the shower heat up before I stepped into it.

The water was hot enough to steam the shower and despite its warmth, cause goose bumps on my skin. With my eyes closed, I let the water run over my body while I ran my hands through my wet hair. Forgetting the world around me I didn’t hear Michael coming in. I suddenly felt two strong hands wrapped around my finger (sorry I had to) waist. I shrieked in surprise but found my breath again when I heard Michael’s familiar laugh. No longer on high alert, I allowed myself to melt into his hands. His touch was everywhere; from the back of my neck , to my lower backside and all the way down to my ass where he squeezed it gently. I let out a quiet moan which earned me a smack on my butt cheek. “You scared me.” I mumbled. “Sorry baby, I just couldn’t wait any longer.” he explained and soon I felt something else causing pressure in my backside. 

Michael’s hands slipped around to my front and sqeezed my breasts, massaging my nipples. A shiver of delight ran down my spine, I turned around and felt Michael’s, now rock hard, cock press against my entrance. I let out a slight moan, getting increasingly turned on by the second. His lips were on my neck, kissing slightly, his hand on my ass. I reached down to stroke him while he sucked on that special spot on my neck. He let out a low groan and pressed me against the shower wall when I started pumping him faster. I noticed the tension between my legs and I desperately wanted release. Michael’s hand slipped between my thighs, rubbing slowly over my clit in fast short circles. My knees trembled as the pleasure took over me. 

His eyes were full of lust and he looked at me hungrily before he kissed me roughly. I responded immediately, burying my hands in the back of his head, tugging at his hair. “” I breathed in between kisses. “With pleasure.” he smirked, his lips then attached to my neck again and a hand went down to my pussy, rubbing my folds. I moaned loudly, and was quite glad that no one could hear us.

I wanted to say something, but Michael shut me up with his middle finger that plunged into me without any warning.‘’Fuck, Michael.” I groaned and gripped into his strong biceps for support. “You love it when I finger you don’t you?” he whispered into my ear, before taking my earlobe between his teeth. “Fuck y-yes.” I moaned, sqeezing my eyes shut. “Does it feel good?” I couldn’t do anything but nod in agreement. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.” He hissed.

His fingers sped up with each word and it was hard to actually pay attention to what he was saying when his rock hard cock on was pressing against my stomach. “I-I can’t last m-much longer.” I stuttered. He gripped into my thighs and hitched me up, slamming me into the cold wall. I wrapped my arms around him and tangled my fingers in his wet hair. Slowly he eased himself inside me, and my head fell back against the wall while I felt him fill me up. He used one arm to help hold me up and the other firmly placed on the wall behind me. His balls were hastily slapping against my bottom as he thrusted into me hard and deep.

I moaned as he suddenly hit my g-spot; “Oh god just like that!” I moaned his tip brushing against it once more. He slammed into me particularly harshly and I couldnt help but I loudly screamed his name, my nails sinking deep into his shoulders. “Fu-uck” he cried out as my walls contracted around him. He kept hitting my g-spot over and over again, making me moan and whimper in pure bliss.  I scratched his back with my nails, biting into his neck, causing him to moan. He kept thrusting into me, in a steady pace. His nails digging deep into my flesh. “Holy shit…Michael.” I moaned, my eyes rolling in the back of my head when I felt his thumb on my clit, rubbing over it in a fast pace.

“Fuck I’m close.” he groaned into the crock of my neck and I replied with a barely audible “Me too. He slammed into me a few more times before he stilled his hips and threw his head back as I felt him spill his load inside of me, his fingers roughly digging into the skin of my thighs as he let out a bunch of moans. Soon after I felt my own orgasm washing over me. He pumped in and out of me lazily a few more times to ride out our orgasms, before he pulled himself out and set me on the ground.

My legs were shaking and I had stabilize myself on the wall. "Can’t you walk?” Michael asked grinning. I shook my head no and got hold of Michael’s shoulders. “Good. That was my intention.”

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the girls' reactions to their 2ps

hungary: wh-NO JULIA. You’re supposed to kick the ballㅡnot run from it. See, like this! *aims at prussia’s crotch and kicks soccer ball* *loud groaning be heard in the distance* Like that! Now yoㅡwHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE TIRED ALREADY

belgium: *eyes flickering everywhere* *reaches up to feel her unpierced ears* *deep breath* W-wow *admiring beatrice head to toe*

ukraine: *deep blushing* U-Um Katya dear? Are you sure it’s okay to wear those revealing clothes? No? Do you need a blanket it is cold outㅡ

belarus: no oh my god why stop it

seychelles: *eyes sparkling* so this is what they call a “city girl”… ( 5 minutes and 10 arguments later ) nUH UH YOU WHITEASS HOE PUT DOWN YOUR STARBUCKS AND LISTEN TO ME

taiwan: hey wanna go kick south korea’s balls together?

vietnam: *her 2p is doing most of the talking and taking selfies while she stands there awkwardly*

monaco: you’ve never heard of L'OREAL? darling you need to get out more and gOODESS you need a makeover i will not allow any persona of me walk around looking like this

liechtenstein: where is your ribbon?

things to say during sex: 

  • ne ne papa 
  • wine choudai 
  • let’s make an alliance 
  • easy peasy japaneasy
  • china i choose you 
  • im the hero
  • prussia isnt dead
  • whats a cold
  • suck ball
  • oh crap my fish
  • i think it tastes like sandwiches
  • im thinking of painting my house a wicked hipster pink
  • i once killed a man with his own mustache and a grape
  • im canadia
  • am i catholic…or protestant? god, i don’t know
  • i may be small but ive got a big heart

anonymous asked:

tragic danish boyfriends ofc

who wakes the other one up with kisses
they both do, sometimes, but hamlet’s a lot more likely to do it than horatio
who cooks for who
horatio cooking for hamlet is literally the most important thing to me you don’t even know
who is the morning person/night person
hamlet is an up-literally-all-night person. he doesn’t believe in mornings. horatio’s neither - he gets up at a reasonable time and goes to bed at a reasonable time, unless hamlet makes him do otherwise (spoiler: hamlet always makes him do otherwise)
who is the romantic one
hamlet does the big crazy romance. horatio does the little sweet romance. they’re both pretty romantic in their own ways. hamlet jokes about how gross it is
who is the top when it comes to sex
you’ll pry mouthy demanding bottom hamlet from my cold dead hands. it takes horatio a long time to get used to because oh god this is the prince of denmark this is so illegal. hamlet gets off on that tbh
who would lead in ballroom dancing
hamlet had to learn how to dance as part of his princely training and horatio doesn’t really have a clue. neither of them are fond of dancing tho - horatio feels too gauche and it reminds hamlet of boring balls where he has to dance with princesses and duchesses he’s expected to consider marrying who are taller than him
who is the more cuddly one
hamlet needs lots of cuddling when he’s low (horatio theorises it comes from being so coddled as a child) but isn’t much of an initiator and can be quite averse to it at the wrong time so horatio has learnt well when to cuddle and when not to cuddle
who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch
horatio would never even dream of trying to dictate what they watch. hamlet is a nightmare to watch films with if he’s not totally engrossed. besides, he has good taste.
who is the one who would pay for dates
hamlet has inexhaustible funds. horatio barely has anything. it’s not uncomfortable anymore
who is the one who would initiate a quicky during classes
hamlet does this literally all the time and horatio is equal parts exasperated and so into it

My Cindy - Peter Parker x Reader (Uncle!Tony)

Originally posted by prattz

A/N: Oh my god my room is so cold. Also, hey. I’m back. I’ve been sick (I’m still recovering), which is why I haven’t posted in two weeks.

Request: “You should totally do one where Tony throws a party (maybe halloween?) and the avengers are invited and reader, Tony’s niece, is dating Peter (i.e. Spiderman) and they end up going onto the roof to slow dance and they just spend the whole night up there together being really sweet and he kisses her until they realize that Tony’s been spying on them and she wants to kick him in the balls but Peter’s all cute and like ‘noooo I want to spend time with youuu’“ (by @traumatizedteenager ) (pssst…my prompt lists are 1 , 2 please specify which list you are requesting from)

Warnings: None, sooper spoopy halloween

Words: 1107

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Puppy Snuggles

I normally write Chris Evans fanfic for chrisevans-sexualfrustrations, (which can be found in my author tag) but wanted to share this Henry Cavill one shot I wrote for a friend. Enjoy!


Henry crept quietly into the darkened room, trying not to make a sound. He was almost home free when he accidentally stepped on the squeaky floorboard near the foot of the bed. Shit.

“You’re late,” Paola answered, without rolling over or opening her eyes. She pulled the comforter up over her shoulder.

“I know,” he replied. “I made an extra stop than I said on the phone. Sorry.”

She felt a cool draft against the bare skin of her back as he lifted the blankets from his side. She wrinkled her brow in confusion when he failed to curl up beside her… Until suddenly she felt a cold wet touch right in the middle of her back.

She yelped and jerked away in response. Her shriek was met with a small squeak of a bark.

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I told you I am not done with pictures of Jake yet.


I introduce you my last commission! Jacob, or Jake for short, the abyssinian cat ball jointed doll. He is a commission for a girl from dA and is suppose to be her cat =)

This an one of a kind (OOAK) ball jointed doll. It is all handmade from cold porcelain without the use of any molds, all pieces made from scratch XD He was airbrushed and has handpainted glass cabochons as eyes. And lots, lots of outfits! In fact, besides this pictures, he has a lot of collars. All will be shown in more details in the upcoming video.

This is my first cat Deluxe doll and I am happy with the result, besides I suffer a lot to make it XD And for the third airbrushed doll in my life, I also love the results!
And the outfits, oh my god… I did suffer to make those. I wanted someone to make it for me, as I am not good with fabrics and sewing. In the end all I got was some tips. It was very hard but I was able to make it in the end. I had to make even the patterns, because patterns for real cats didn’t worked T_T I made all accessories for free for the customer because of the long time I took to complete her order.
I will make a video, on which I will try to speak! And I will talk about more details about this creation, so be sure to subscribe to my channel and do not miss this video =)

The Beers - L.H.

Summary: Just something short and cute about Luke taking his girlfriend on a date and drinking a beer too many. Also, ocean waves really kill the mood.

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Female Reader

“We should really get you home, Lou,” Y/N giggled, her hand resting on Luke’s back to steady him as he stumbled over his own feet. He wanted to treat her on his last day before the North American leg of the tour by taking her out for dinner and a few drinks by the beach, but he hadn’t been monitoring the number of beers he absentmindedly agreed to refilling. A few pint glasses later, Luke was tripping over his sandals and his face was red like a tomato. 

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The series is as follows :

Mama Scully’s Party …. MorningUnderwearsMapsNachosFoul BallPromisesStayPhone CallsFlannel InterruptionAwakeningFriendly CompromisesScrabbleApart …  A Long WeekLightningMissing YouInterimStuffWaitingGoingHandsUnsteadyFearFastSlowRegardlessInto the DarkLightSurfboardsCurbsShowersBordersCanyonsSoakedIce CreamNever HappenedDeep SouthAlmostBlue-Suede ShoesUnwelcomeRemarkableStarsDoorbellsM&MsKneesHome


The next morning really should have been awkward. It should have been quiet and stunted and embarrassing and downright pathetic.

Instead, Scully kneed Mulder in the balls.

Totally on accident of course, but it happened.

In a half-dream, Scully was chasing some bad guy who looked an awful lot like Pat Sajak when Alex Trebek took her on from the side. Sajak got away but Scully had the wherewithal to grab Trebek by the shoulders once she scrambled up and place patella against testicle in a decidedly forceful manner.

Mulder curled immediately, having been woken from some pleasant dream about working in the M&M factory. “What the fuck?!?”

Scully was awake instantaneously, knowing Mulder’s swearing anywhere, “oh, my God … shit … oh, my God, I’m sorry!” Sitting back on her heels, hand over her mouth, she watched Mulder rock back and forth, hands cupping himself, agony etched on his face. Once he slowed his groaning, she tentatively reached forward, touching his arm, “do you want me to go see if we have any ice? Maybe I can get you one of the pudding cups? It’ll be cold at least.”

Opening one eye in her direction, “I am not putting a pudding cup on my balls.”

All she could give him was a tight-lipped smile, eyebrows scrunched in sympathy, “I didn’t mean the actual pudding. I meant just while it’s in the cup.”

He cut her off, “yes, I realize you didn’t mean spreading chocolate pudding all over my parts.” Opening the other eye finally, he stopped looking like he was dying, “why the hell did you knee me? What kind of dream were you having?”

For all she’d done to him, it was the idea of telling him her dream that had her going red, “um, well, I, uh, I probably shouldn’t have watched ‘Wheel of Fortune’ and ‘Jeopardy’ while waiting for lab results last night. In the dream, I was chasing Pat Sajak and Alex Trebek blindsided me but I took Trebek down by,” indicating Mulder’s groin, “well, you were on the receiving end of my solution to that one.”

With the pain subsiding, he removed his hands, pulling himself upright, cast now hanging off the edge of the bed, “no more game shows for you, young lady.”

Scully put her hand on his knee, squeezing it lightly then patting it, “you have no idea how sorry I am.”

Crooking his finger in her direction so she’d lean forward, he kissed her, “it’s fine. I wasn’t going to be using them in the next few days anyway.”

“Are they that bad?”

Mulder reached for his crutches, twisting then grimacing, “you did a number on ‘em. I’ll be walking funny for a little while so no making jokes at my expense.”

“I would never.” Watching him swing his way to the bathroom, “if I make breakfast, can we call it even?”

The look he shot her over his shoulder made her grin.


Another gorgeous day presented itself to them and taking advantage of it, Scully first dragged down two chairs, then Mulder, helping him as far as he could go before she told him to wait. Setting up the chairs at the edge of the waves, she held Mulder as she undid his boot, then carefully helped him lower his foot into the sand, cold waves lapping at his toes.

He dropping his head back against the chair, looking up at her, “this feels so good, you have no idea.”

“I thought it might.” Sitting down next to him, “figured you might want to be able to say you were in two oceans as well.”

“Three, Scully. Three oceans.”

“I’m not having that conversation again.” Wiggling her own toes in the water, “I wish it was warm enough and you could swim.”

Reaching over, he found her hand, wrapping it securely in his, “this is perfect. Thank you.”

They were quiet for a few minutes, roasting in the midday sun before, “I hate to bring it up but we should probably start thinking about when we want to head home.”

“How does never sound? We could just stay here. We’re only 5-6 hours away from Maggie and the guys and the rest of your family. I can make it up to my mother in a day if I push it. I say we plunk it down and buy some electric blankets for the winter.”

Mirthless chuckle abounding, “I’m serious, Mulder. We’ve been gone, what, almost … six weeks? We might be still employed if we beg Skinner.”

“Maybe we should quit. I can write books and be a P.I. and you can be one, too or you can be the resident genius body cutter-upper and cruise the coast in search of the sharpest scalpel and the weirdest death.” One look at her raised eyebrow made him smile, “yeah, I know. We’d need a house first.”

This time, her chuckle was real, “maybe we just keep renting this place. It’s a good size for us. Needs a few things but I think we could do it.”

Mulder eyed her, half-distracted by her tousled-hair, tanned, relaxed demeanor of one who should never have to do anything but sit on a beach all day and be naked all night, “You like this place that much?”

“Are you kidding? I love it. We’re hidden but still in town. It’s small but there’s enough room for you to get away from me when you’re annoying. What’s not to love?”

Contemplating for a moment or three, “how’s this? I’ll call up and book this place again for maybe … September? The water will be warm by then and my leg will be better and we can just surf the day away and swim and make love in the sand and christen the house like it should be.” Her mischievous expression and smirking cheeks made him laugh outright, his shoulders shaking, “too far away?”

Fake thinking for a few moments, “Much, much too far away. I was thinking a nice weekend in July.”

“I’ll call when we get back inside.”

“So, back to the original question. When should we head home?”

“Well, tomorrow’s Sunday and if we leave early enough maybe we can make it for Sunday dinner. Maggie would be happy.”

Dropping her head against the back of her chair, “I don’t want to leave, Mulder.”

As he reached across for her hand and squeezed it, “I don’t either.”


The rains moved in early evening, confining them to the house, which was fine for both. It gave them more time to lay in the shadowed bedroom, rain pounding on the windows, lightning flashing above while Mulder cuddled up behind her on the bed. Talking softly into her neck, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you nervous about us?”

“Nervous? You mean ‘cause we’re going to have wild, crazy sex in the near future and continue to have wild, crazy sex for as long as we both walk this Earth?”

Amused by her description, “well, yeah.”

She stopped to think while she figure-8’ed the knuckles of his hand on her belly, “no, actually, not really. Are you?”

Licking the scar on her spine, he then kissed it, sucking lightly, wondering if he could give her a small hickey without her killing him, “no and it’s a little unnerving. You’d think we’d be all worried about how we’ll work together after we get back and have finally seen each other sweaty and naked. I mean, by all rights and purposes, you should have freaked out at least once by now and I should have done something completely asinine to warrant an angry fight ending in slammed doors and a shiton of angst.”

“That was a really detailed answer, Mulder.”

Laughing into her skin, “maybe once we actually have the sex, we’ll have the meltdown but right now, I think that we’ll have the sex and it will be earth-movingly astonishing, then we’ll have some kind of breakfast and take showers and go to work and I’ll leer at you like always and you’ll sneak looks at my ass when I lean over the filing cabinet and then we’ll talk to Skinner and fill out paperwork then go back and have more of the sex.”

“I like how you call it ‘the sex’.”

Using his nose to push the strap of her tanktop over a little, he kissed her shoulder blade, “what do you think will happen?”

Lulled by his diatribe, she felt comfortable enough to yawn before answering, “well, I’m still going to argue with you, I’m still going to be my skeptical self, I’m still going to throw things at your head when you irritate me, I’m still going to demand to drive sometimes and I will most definitely be calling you names when necessary.”

As she said this, she snuggled back a little more, molded to him as he smiled, “how in the world have I kept my hands off you all these years?”

Slipping into a well-deserved nap, she shrugged, bumping his chin, “my accuracy with any type of firing weapon.”

“Yes. Now I remember.”

Scared of the Future..

Request: “Could you write a fic where the reader wakes up one night to Barry talking to their baby about how scared he is to be a dad and how much he loves the baby and stuff? And then the reader goes and tells him how amazing he is but he’s still worried that their kid won’t like him. I just feel like this would be super cute ^_^” 

Ship: Barry Allen x Reader

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, swearing, cuteness, etc. 

Your P.O.V

I wrapped the fluffy white covers over my face. The soft, fabric grazed my skin, gently. It had been a long week for Barry and I. He was out protecting the city, helping the police force and at my side for our baby. He was honestly a hero. I don’t know how he does it, but he always makes time for people, even if he doesn’t have it. Barry and I have been together for three years now. Even in all of this hullabaloo, we started a family. We had a son. His name was Ethan. It had a weird ring to it, but we loved it anyway. 

Originally posted by zevzekadamcom

I move my body over, pressing my hands to the cold empty bed, my eyes shoot open. Where’s Barry? Immediately, I bolt out from the comfort of my warm sheets, running through the hallway corridor. My mind races. Oh god..please be okay! I turn the corner, about to enter Ethan’s room, when all of a sudden, I hear a gentle, but broken voice. “I’m so scared..” I peer into the room, gradually opening the door so that I could see inside. Barry sat next to Ethan’s crib, balling his eyes out. 

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin

My heart aches. A sight I never wanted to see. He continues, not noticing my presence. “I don’t know if I’m cut out for this Ethan.. I don’t know if I can protect this city, you and your mom.. If I lose her.. or you.. I’d lose my world.. How can I be a father when I didn’t really grow up with one? I mean my father’s in prison for a murder he didn’t even commit..? I don’t know what it’s really like to have a father? What if.. what if I’m not good enough? What if I can’t protect you? What if I can’t be there for you every second of every day because of my superhero responsibilities? I’m not cut out for this.. You deserve better..” 

Originally posted by birhicolsam

He shakes his head, occasionally wiping a hand under his eyes. “When I first saw your mother, my heart leaped out my chest.. She’s the most beautiful person I’d ever met.. I was so happy when she said yes to a date with me. And now she’s bore my beautiful baby boy.. When I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were destined for greatness. You will have the kindness and patience of your mother. And hopefully not my lack of being on time..” He shakes his head, sniffling. When he spoke again, his voice croaked. “I am so sorry.. I’m such a disappointment..” 

Originally posted by kiserinu

Before he could continued, I stepped in; voice soft and kind. “Barry?” He turns around, wiping his cheeks. He scoffs as if I hadn’t seen him cry. “(Y/n)? What are you doing? You should be resting.” I shake my head, sitting down next to him. “I was, until I noticed you weren’t in bed. I got worried.” He giggles, wiping his cheeks again. I place my hand on his face, pulling it towards me. “What’s wrong honey?” He shakes his head, sniffling. “Nothing..nothing..” My brows furrow. “Barry Allen, don’t fuck with me. Talk to me.” He gazed up at me, with puppy dog eyes. 

“I don’t think I’ll be a good father..” I shake my head, pulling his chair over so that he was facing me. “Don’t you dare believe that for a second. You are so strong. You’ve faced the most difficult challenges and overcome them.-” He shakes his head. “Yeah but there is so much more to come and with this baby-” I bud in. “You were never alone. People had your back. We have a team of people to help us if things go bad. You will be an amazing father. You will teach him how to love and respect people. You will teach how to know when you need to run from a fight. You will teach him how to be a kind gentleman. You will be the best father the world has ever known.”

Originally posted by bruciare-al-suolo

I smile at him, grazing my thumb against his cheek, soothingly. He hugs me. “Thank you..” When he lets go, he sighs. “I’m still worried though.” I wrap my arms around his neck, sitting on his lap. I set my chin on his head, lacing my fingers through them. “Like I said before, you’re not alone. There are so many people that will be willing to help in times of need. I love you okay? Ethan is going to love you. Just as much as I do.” He grins at me, pecking out lips together. I lace my fingers with his and pull him back to our room. We fall into the comfort of our warm sheets and immediately, sleep greats us. 

(I hope you liked it!!!)