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Marry Me (Hamiltime Peggy/Reader)

Summary: You were eight years old the first time Peggy Schuyler asked you to marry her. Life is never quite the same after that.

Note: Write-a-thon Day 2! I’ve never written Peggy before, so here’s hoping it’s okay! This is quick and fluffy. Canon-era.

Rating: G

Word Count: 1724

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Keith knew it was common knowledge for the body temperature to drop during sleep; however, when he woke up to shivering limbs and chattering teeth, he figured this was different.

When he sat up and had to blink back dizziness stemmed from a splitting headache, he all but confirmed the worst: he was sick.

But, time didn’t stop for illness, so he pried himself off his bed and dressed for the day. Twice he was forced to stop when his vision began to swim, but he would brace himself against a wall and take in slow, measured breaths until he could see and think clearly.

While slipping into his jacket, he stepped out of the room and bumped into Lance.

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Fresh Start - Part 8

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Felicity Smoak, Cisco Ramon and Iris West

Words: 2836 (I got carried away lol)

Warnings: mentions of death

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian @gothesimplethingsinlife @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms@kindfloweroflove @dejewskoo @castellandiangelo @moonlightbae14 @jade-cheshire

Request: none

Notes:

Originally posted by omglanafsog

Originally posted by magicalseasonsofthewitch

PART 1  /  PART 2  /  PART 3  /  PART 4  /  PART 5  /  PART 6  /  PART 7  /  PART 9


You couldn’t believe you just gave Barry another chance. You swore to yourself you wouldn’t do it, that it was over. But there was something about him, something you didn’t know what it was, that made it impossible for you to say no. Maybe there were his eyes, those green sparkling eyes that never ceased to bright; maybe it was his smile, that one that never left his face, maybe it was just him. He was a nice guy, he was kind and smart. Probably the best guy you had ever liked.

And it scared you.

Actually, it was stupid. You had always been with “bad guys”. You just couldn’t help it and, most of times, they ended up hurting you. Somehow you deserved it, as Thea always told you. And for the first time, you liked a normal guy, a nice one, and you got scared. It made no sense. You wish you could talk to Thea about it, or at least someone, but you didn’t have many friends. You knew some people from college that you liked, but you didn’t get on that much with anyone just yet.

Luckily for you, the moment you got off the car once you get to the college, you knew who you could call: Felicity. She wouldn’t tell Oliver or Thea if you asked her not to. She could be trusted. So you leaned against your car, after checking you still had time, and dialed the hacker’s number.

“What do I own the honor?” Her voice said on the other side after the second tone. You smiled widely.

“I need some…boys advice” you told her.

“Do you think I’m the best for that?” She laughed.

“Probably not. But I don’t want Oliver or Thea to know about him and I know you won’t tell them” you explained.

“It is about that Barry that didn’t stop calling you?” She asked. She really was good. “I’m going to take your silence as a yes” she laughed. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I like him” you said. Saying it out loud to someone else actually felt good, it was like taking something off your shoulders.

“So…? I kinda put that together when you were here” Felicity replied.

“I’m scared” you shrugged as you looked down at your shoes. “He’s a good guy, really. For once, I’ve found a nice man who likes me back and I’m scared” you chuckled shaking your head. “Does it make sense?”

“Liking someone is always scary” she said. “Maybe it scares you the most because you don’t know how to handle a good boy” she added laughing a little.

“Maybe” you sighed. “I have a date with him tonight and I’m already nervous” you admitted.

“I know it’s probably the first advice in the book but just be yourself (Y/N).” She said. “It’s obvious, but that’s the best thing you can do. I don’t think there’s nothing you can do to shake off the nerves but being yourself with him is your best weapon”

“I guess…” you whispered. “But I’ve been myself the whole time and it hasn’t been working out that much” you told her as you remembered the two times he left you.

“Just give it another shot and if it still doesn’t work then, maybe, he’s not for you” she said.

You frowned and looked up. You hadn’t really thought about that. Maybe you just weren’t meant to be as more than friends.

“You’re right” you nodded. “I’ll give it another shot and we’ll see what happens I guess” you shrugged. “Thank you, Smoak” you smiled.

“Anytime. And don’t worry, I won’t tell your brother or your sister” she assured you.

“And thank you for that” you smiled even more. “I gotta go. Thank you again!” You repeated before hanging up the phone.

After that small talk you definitely felt much better so you took your bag from the car and headed straight to the building where you would be having your first class of the day.


“I can’t believe she agreed” Cisco said laughing.

After running into you, Barry had ran straight to STAR Labs. They still had to catch the Black Siren so he had called in sick at the CCPD so he could work with the team the whole day to catch the meta. Of course, the first thing he did when he got there, was telling Cisco about the encounter he had with you.

“That makes two of us” Barry smiled. “I’m just glad she did” he sighed.

“Just try and don’t screw it up again” Cisco told him.

“Wally will handle it tonight” Barry said. “I’ll talk to him and I’m sure it won’t be a problem” he added.

“Good idea” Cisco nodded. “What if Black Siren shows up?” He asked. Barry sighed looking at his friend.

“Let’s just hope she doesn’t” was all he could say with a shrug.

He knew the possibility was there and he wanted to trust Wally to handle it, but at the back of his mind he knew Iris’ brother was still learning and he didn’t want to leave him alone, even less facing a metahuman from another earth.

Later that day, Barry was a wreck of nerves. He knew this was his last chance to make it right to you and he really didn’t want to mess it up again. He had everything planned, he had made sure nobody interrupted him during your date and was ready to go and pick you up.

“You really should take a shower and change first” Iris said. They were all at STAR Labs and, of course, everyone knew about Barry’s date with you.

“What?” Barry asked, getting out of his thoughts.

“Shower, Barry. You smell” Iris laughed as she walked over to him. “Are you ok?”  She asked with smile.

“I’m nervous” he admitted with a sigh. “I don’t want to mess it up again” he added looking down at his best friend.

“You won’t” she reassured him. “We have everything covered here, I promise. Now go” she told him.

“Okay…just call me if anything comes up” he said before speeding out of the cortex.

“We won’t” Irish laughed.

They all had talked about it. It didn’t matter what happened that night, they wouldn’t call Barry. Wally could handle it by himself perfectly and they knew how important that night was for Barry.


Once again and one last time, you were making your way towards Jitters to meet up with Barry. You didn’t expect much since you didn’t want to get your hopes up once again for nothing. But somehow, a part of you told you this time was going to be different, that things were going to be alright.

When you turned the corner of Jitters, Barry was already waiting at the door. You checked the time on your phone thinking that maybe you were late but no, he was earlier than you were. Good sign. With a small smile, you approached him.

“Hey there runner” you said to catch his attention.

“What?” He frowned looking down at you.

“Easy tiger” you laughed. “It looked like you came running since you arrived even sooner than I did” you explained.

“Oh right” he chuckled nervously. “I got out of work early so…” he shrugged.

“I see” you smiled. “So where to this time?” You asked with your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket.

“Have you ever been at the Central City coast?” He smiled.

“Actually I haven’t” you smiled back. You loved the coast and you loved the beach so if he was taking you there, it was going to be a perfect date. “That’s where we are going?” You asked biting your lip.

“Sort of” he winked and grabbed your hand.

“Don’t play de mysterious now” you laughed, enjoying the feeling of his hand around yours.

“I’m not. It’s just a surprise” he told you.

Then, he stopped in front of a car, unlocked it and opened the passenger door for you. You got in and buckled yourself as you waited for him to get in the car.

“I didn’t know you had a car” you smiled.

“There are many things you don’t know about me” he said with a wink.

“True” you smiled. “And when will I know them?”

“As soon as you start asking” he shrugged.

“I like that” you laughed as he started the engine. “Where are we going?” You asked again in another attempt of finding out.

“Wait and see” he laughed. “Impatient” he added.

“You have no idea” you told him.

You didn’t stop looking out of the window, trying to figure out where he might be taking you but unfortunately, you didn’t know the city, therefore, you didn’t know the streets. So there was no way of telling where he was taking you.

“Are we leaving the city?” You asked with a frown.

“Yes, but we’re not going far” he replied, focused on the road.

That was the first time you turned to look at him since he started driving and you had to admit it was hot. You didn’t know why, but there had always been something about guys driving that drove you crazy. There was something really hot in seeing them with a hand on the wheel as they focused on the road. You just didn’t know what, but you couldn’t help staring.

“Take a photo. It will last longer” he smirked.

You blushed and looked away immediately. You couldn’t be more obvious right? With a low chuckle, you looked back out of the window at the city lights that were now further away than before.

“We’re almost there” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“Good” you said. “I hope you’re taking me to a super-secret restaurant in the middle of nowhere because I’m starving” you told him.

“Don’t worry” he smiled. “I brought food”

“Then you have my heart” you laughed.

“Do I?” He asked with a teasing smile.

“Wait and see” you mocked him, making him laugh.

After a few more minutes, he got off the road and started driving down a path.

“Are you going to murder me?” You joked.

“I don’t think we will take it that far” he joked back. You laughed and looked at him. You really liked how he always had a comeback for your sarcastic comments.

It didn’t take much longer before he stopped the car. There was absolutely nothing around you, which kind of confused you. Where had he taken you? When he got out of the car, you unbuckled the seatbelt and opened the door just when he was waiting for you to help you out.

“Where are we?” You asked. You couldn’t really see his face since it was so dark around you.

“Wait here, I’m going to take the food and some stuff we need. We’re going to have to walk a bit but not much” he informed you.

You nodded and watched his shadow walk to the back of the car. You heard how he opened the trunk and then closed it again before going back to you.

“Grab my hand and don’t let go” he said.

You did as he told you just before he started walking. You wish you knew where you were setting your feet but you had no idea. What if you stepped on a snake or something like that? Luckily, you didn’t have to walk too much.

“Here it is. You can look up” he said with a low chuckle.

You looked up at him but then looked around in awe. You were on a cliff from where you could see the whole city with all the lights on, along with the shore and the sea. It was beautiful! You felt Barry letting go of your hand but you didn’t even move since you were too shocked by the views.

“Earth to (Y/N)”, Barry said after a while, standing in front of you and blocking your amazing view.

“This is beautiful” you told him looking up.

“Yeah…” he smiled looking around as well. “I thought you said you were hungry” he said pointing to his side.

“Oh!” You exclaimed when you saw the bonfire he had started. “When did you do that?” You asked with a confused frown.

“When you were all E.T. there for a moment” he smiled.

“Shut up!” You laughed. “We don’t have these views in Star City” you shrugged.

“I know” he smiled taking your hand again and leading you to the bonfire. He had also put a blanket on the ground so you sat down with a sigh.

“Have you ever been to Star City?” You asked turning to look at him after you warmed up your hands.

“A couple of times to visit a friend” he nodded with a smile. “Which one do you prefer? Starling or Central?” He asked taking out a few sandwiches from the basket he had been carrying.

“Tough one” you smiled. “And it’s Star, by the way”

“I know, but I prefer Starling” he shrugged.

“Me too” you admitted with a nod. “And I don’t know… I grew up in Star City. It’s my home. But it hasn’t felt like home lately to be honest” you told him as you took the sandwich he offered. “It’s like Central City is warmer somehow but I don’t think I can chose” you finally said.

“Fair enough” he said with a nod.

“Have you always been here?” You asked and took a bite.

“Born and raised here” he nodded. “What about you? Have you ever lived somewhere else?” he asked.

“No” you shook your head. “My parents had their jobs there in Star City so they couldn’t leave and none of us really wanted to” you shrugged.

“You never talk about your family” he commented.

“There’s not much to say” you said quickly.

It wasn’t something you wanted to talk about. Your name was always linked to tragedy and you weren’t that far away from home. You were sure if you said who you were, Barry would know, he would know who Oliver is, what happened to your mother and to your father, and he would start asking questions you didn’t want to answer. You had done it for so many time already. So lying was easier.

“My parents died in a car accident” you told him. “I was 17 years old when it happened so it was me, my brother and my sister to take care of each other”

“I’m so sorry” he frowned.

“Thank you” you smiled a little. “I’m happy with them. They’re the best I have but it was time to move forward and staying in Star City wasn’t the way to do it so…here I am” you said looking at him. He smiled a little and wrapped an arm around you.

“I’m glad you decided to come here” he said smiling down at you.

“Me too” you agreed. He chuckled as he looked into your eyes as you looked into his.

Those damn eyes you could never ever forget from now own. You looked down at his mouth before looking away. You really wanted to kiss him but maybe it was too soon. You looked back at him just to see that he was still looking straight at you, making you nervous.

“There’s something I want to do” he said smiling a little. “That maybe will make you go away or will make you stay for a long time with me” he added looking down at your lips.

You could literally feel your heart pounding in your ears and you were thankful for the small amount if light that kept him from seeing your red cheeks.

“You should give it a try” you said, feeling your throat completely dry.

“You think so?” He asked with a small smile as he leaned in a bit closer. “Are you sure?”

“Stop teasing” you chuckled nervously.

“Oh I’m not teasing” he whispered. “I’m just making sure this is what you want” he smirked. Bastard. He was going to make you kiss him.

But he didn’t want you were a Queen and a Queen never backs away. So you narrowed your eyes at him and placed a hand on his cheek, breaking the distance between you two and kissing him slowly. His free hand went to your cheek as he moved the other one down to your hips, kissing you back immediately, still smiling against your lips. Slowly, he laid you down on the blanket, laying on the top of you as he deepened the kiss.

Both of you wanted to take it to the next level but you also knew it was too soon and it wasn’t the place. So he was the one breaking the kiss but didn’t get off you. He looked at you with a growing smile on his lips as you smiled back. Then, out of nowhere, you two just started laughing, filling the silent night with laughter.

Sick Days

Wowie. I finally finished this :)

Pairing: Lin x reader 

Warnings: none

Requested: Yes, anon requested #1 (Please don’t leave me) and #29 (You said my name in your sleep) with a Lin x sick!reader Requests are always open and welcome!

Word Count: 1282

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You woke up with the worst of headaches, and for once, it wasn’t because you were hung over from partying with your best friend, Lin.

You groaned and tried to stand up out of bed. Nausea racked your body. You sat for a moment, holding your head, before venturing into the kitchen to check your temperature.

“100.9” you read aloud. “Looks like I’m going to do the show sick tonight.” Lin, being the best bestfriend ever, had gotten you a job as the stage manager for his show, Hamilton. You had yet to take a sick day, and you weren’t about to start now.

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Black Coffee Love Pt. II

Pairing: Seb x Reader

Featuring: Sebastian Stan, the barista

Warning: fluff

Prompt: your favourite coffee shop happens to be the spot he decides to take shelter from the rain.

Song for the imagine here: (x)

Previous Parts:

Part I

The grey haze of cloud had stayed over the busy city for the following few weeks. Making you stay sheltered inside, writing as much as you could in the comfort of your own home. Though you liked to write in your own, big comfy couch - you really enjoyed having the rich coffee and quiet chatter of the café surrounding you. And for some reason, especially this week, you were very much missing the café.

You had ben distracted mostly, as the week progressed. Your mind was full of only a single face. A face you placed in a category you dared not to peek at. Though, your heart was swarming and overwhelmed with a different sense of passion for this face, you were scared. The feelings that had surfaced when he sat at your table, when he spoke. Those feelings had been stuck so deep inside you, you had forgotten they even existed.

The sky had cleared today, though. It was today that you decided to venture outside your apartment and go get a coffee from the café. You were desperately craving caffeine from a specific place.

Slipping your book bag over your shoulder, you made sure to put in your lap top and one of your recent favourite paperbacks. Grabbing your coat that was hung on the hook by the door, you snugged it over your shoulders and braced yourself for the cold wind of the hustling streets.

The walk to the café was longer than you had remembered. After travelling the same root over so many years, it had seemed, on that particular day, to be extra long. It encouraged you to move faster, for some reason you anticipated the arrival of the café. Your heart began to accelerate as the café came into view. Why? You knew the answer.

It was that single face. Pictured neatly and perfectly in your head. The dark, long hair. The dense, piercing blue eyes. And the adoringly, smothering grin. It was all so captivating. So alluring. And you were hoping that he would be there. Even though, you raced out of the café as fast as your small legs could carry you, oh-so-many weeks ago. But, a part of you had wished you’d stayed.

But it was hard for you. You were a difficult person to work around. To be around. You were an introvert. You were shy. Quiet. Being around people who were paying attention to you was scary. It made you feel so on-the-spot.

And for some crazy, weird reason - he didn’t make you feel that way. And that scared you more than anything. It was a good kind of scary. Like the ‘don’t go into the basement but goes into the basement’ kind of scary. He was so very much enticing, enthralling. Yet, you’d only spent an hour or so with him.

Stepping into the café, the smell of strong coffee and fresh bagels filled your nose. It warmed you up inside. Taking a glance, more of an absolute look-through, you didn’t find the face you were looking for. Sadly, you walked over to your regular spot by the window, taking your coat off and pulling out your lap top in the process.

The barista then walked over. A peculiar and bright smile lit his features as he saw you.

“Haven’t seen you in a long while.” He spoke cheerily, “just the regular?” He asked, knowing exactly what you always got.

“Yes, please.” You sighed, just realising you were more upset about him not being there than you though.

“Okay.” The barista nodded, before giving you a small tilt of the head. “Everything alright?”

You only nodded, giving him a small, taught smile. He stared unsurely at you for a moment before heading off to the counter, brewing up fresh coffee.

Opening up a document you had been working on, your fingers danced on the keyboard as different thoughts and inspiration flowed through your mind. It’d only be minutes before the barista came back over with you black coffee, setting it down softly beside you. Your eyes drifted to the steaming liquid, only then realising that you felt something missing.

“He’s been looking for you,” the barista spoke then, making you look up at him in question. Not really sure what he was talking about.

“Y’know,” he started. “The guy that sat at your table a few weeks ago.” Things clicked together, then.

“H-he’s been looking for me?” You asked in astonishment. The barista nodded his head eagerly.

“Yes, yes!” He smiled cheerily. “Sebastian, right? Yes, he’s been in like twice a week.” your heart had started to hammer against your chest, feeling the pulse in every nerve of your body.

Had he really been looking for you?

“Is-” you breathed deeply, trying to contain yourself. “-is he coming today? Is he around?” The barista was smiling greatly at you, now. This was the most you had ever spoken to him. Well, in general really.

“I’m not sure. The last time I saw him was about five days ago.” He said, looking at you with a tint of sympathy. Your palms were sweating immensely and your head was spinning. 

“Oh,” was all you could manage as you started to mentally hyperventilate. You just wanted to see him, that was all. Maybe hear him talk, or take in his manly, foresty smell.

“Oh! But I have his number, yes!” The barista said gleefully, realising something that was very much helpful to you.

“Could you - would you,” your words were stumbling over themselves as you tried to breathe properly. “Could you phone him?”

“Of course!” He then rushed back over to the counter and disappeared from your line of sight. Your sweating had grown as you waited in anticipation.

What if he had grown tired of waiting for you? Why had he waited and looked in the first place? Did he have something of yours you accidentally left behind? Moments passed as you waited for the barista to reappear. He came back four minutes later, his cheeks flushed to a rosy-pink.

“He’d not in the city,” the barista started, his voice low and dampened with sadness. “He’s not back for another few months.”

It was then that you realised what you had done. You’d ruined any chance of you ever feeling anything other than emptiness. You had walked away, more actually, you had ran out of the café. Rushing, running from something you were afraid of. You shouldn’t have ran. It was only a momentary gap of fear. He was what you wanted. He was what you needed.

Now, he was gone. You didn’t know when he would return to the city. Or if he would ever. It’s not like there wasn’t other girls out there, sure any of them. Most of them were models, actresses, all of the above. And there was you. A quiet, introvert, who spent her time writing in a café. Why wouldn’t he leave the city?

You loved sitting and writing. you loved rainy days at home, reading. But, maybe that’s not what he wanted. He waited to see if you’d show. But you stayed quiet and hidden in your apartment. Being the idiot you were and let him get away.

The barista had walked of, gone to help other customers. Leaving you only to drown in your never ending regret of the decision you made only a few weeks ago. The worst decision you could have possibly made.

Your lap top had shut off to the screen saver, since you hadn’t touched it for ten minutes. Your eyes were strained, focusing solely on the live screen saver that displayed rain hitting a window. It numbed some part of you that felt like it was going to burst. It was then that you felt them. The hot tears that fell silently and slowly down your cheeks. Crying was something you very much disliked, especially in public.

But, you couldn’t bring yourself to move, or to wipe them away. The bell chimed as new people walked into the café. Your thoughts continued to consume you as the screen saver blurred your vision.

“Why’re you crying, Doll?” An all-to-familiar, rugged voice sounded above you. Making you snap your head up at the sound. You couldn’t breathe as your eyes landed on his blue ones.

They were soft, caring. He was staring down at you, a large coat protecting him from the wind outside. His hair tucked neatly back in a grey toque. His hand came up, slowly and carefully, to your cheek, his thumb brushing away the any tears that had stained your red cheeks.

“How’ve you been?” He asked calmly, retracting his hand and taking the seat opposite you. Your head was still buzzing and you couldn’t breathe, let alone form a sentence.

“I-I you were - there w-was,” your breathing was erratic and Sebastian watched you in concern.

“Hey,” he said, stopping you. His hand reached across the small table, grabbing hold of yours as it sat perched on top. His hand swallowed yours, it was much bigger than your petite hands. It was soft, and warm, making you feel completely relaxed in 2.0 seconds. “Just breathe.” He smiled at you.

“You’re here.” The only words that you could coherently manage to breathe out. He nodded slowly, his smile never faltering, his hand never leaving.

“I sure am.” Sebastian started. “I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye, or getting a goodbye for that matter.” His laugh then floated through the air, filling your ears like  a soft hum of bliss.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian.” You said quietly. Completely embarrassed with the way you had acted weeks earlier.

“Don’t be sorry, Doll.” Sebastian soothed, his thumb rubbing circles along your hand, giving you tingles all the way up your arm. “I understand.” Those two words had your heart hammering.

You weren’t sure if he really did understand. But, the way he said it, the way he looked at you, and how he touched you. It made you feel so very safe.

“I thought you left.” You then said, remembering the barista saying he had vacated the city. Sebastian shook his head at you, giving you a small chuckle.

“No,” he said. “Actually it was just a way for me to get here without, I don’t know, scaring you off? I’m not sure if that’s-” You shook your head, stopping him from carrying on.

“No, I’m fine. It’s okay.” You said to him, adding a reassuring smile. Sebastian’s own face was then brightened by his goofy grin as he looked at you.

“Okay.” He said softly.

The both of you fell silent. It was a comfortable silence. It enveloped the two of you into your own world. There was only you and Sebastian. No one else mattered. It was then, you knew, what was happening. For some crazy, bizarre reason, you were falling for him. You were desperately, immensely, and deeply falling for Sebastian.

His strong jaw clenched in a way that made you want him. His broad shoulders hidden under his large coat. His hair tucked away. Only his sharp-blue eyes drawing you in. The sound of his breathing. The feeling of his hand atop yours. You wanted him to surround you, to devour you. You wanted him closer than humanly possible.

It was impossible to tell where you two were headed from here. It was something so enticing, not knowing where it was going. But it allured you, it encourage you forward. He encouraged you forward.

You were falling in love with Sebastian. Quite possibly already in love with Sebastian. And you couldn’t wait to tell him.


Part III anyone??

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Vacation in the Caribbean: Day #7

PREVIOUS DAY


Surprisingly, this happened a lot faster and with a lot less begging~

Okay, I spoke too soon, Midnight has disappeared after the first message ;-;

SHE KEPT ME WAITING AN ENTIRE DAY FOR ONE REPLY :O

xcuse u, i said i was sorry a bazillion times T_T and it wasn’t one message ok calm down pls thenks

She said sorry like twice, liar :P 


WARNINGS: There’s actually no warnings this time *gasps* I know, I was shocked too but there’s loads of fluff, smut and angst :) 

Originally posted by the9397

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- Rant of the day..

This girl I work with randomly was talking about gays today. She came to discuss how she doesn’t mind them, and added the fact that she has a gay best friend so she can say this..
She doesn’t mind gays, but highly doesn’t approve of us being affectionate in public.
I looked at her, and began to rant..
How is it okay, for you and your husband to be out in public, holding hands, kissing or showing the smallest amount of affection to the point that it clearly shows that you two are together. But it bothers you for gays to do it? It’s the same fucking thing. You just think we should hide. Which is really unfair. Let me get this straight, your saying that you’d hide the love you had for your significant other just because it makes others uncomfortable? Let me tell you something yeah most of us get annoyed with people like you.. I used to hate going out in public with girls I’ve dated because ignorant people like yourself.
Let me list a few things that have happened.. When I’d go anywhere people would talk shit on my partner because they couldn’t tell what he was, because he was born a girl but clearly didn’t identify as one and that wasn’t okay to them which made them cause a scene. Or how about the time just walk into Walmart holding hands with my girlfriend and some dumbass would stop us and ask if he could join the threesome. How about the time I went to get breakfast burritos with one of my ex girlfriends and someone would stop and ask why we got burritos, since apparently because clearly we’re lesbians, and were supposed to eat tacos. It’s so fun when people sit there and say gays can’t do certain things because we draw attention to ourselves because apparently we just want the attention. No we just want to be happy and live our lives like everyone else.
We want what everyone else does, we aren’t any different from anyone just because we love the same sex gives you no right to tell me or anyone they can’t show the person they love affection.

#136 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “Can you do a fic based on Pacifier, like how he tries and tries to get the girl and then she’s with someone else?”


Little moments can have big consequences. The butterfly effect, right? So maybe under different circumstances you would have gone home with Van instead of Isla. But, you didn’t. The hours you spent with your legs across Van’s on the dirty bar couch, drinking and laughing at everyone were good. The chemistry was evidently there, and he was easily one of the most beautiful people you’d seen. But then you saw Isla. She came walking into the bar with a group of friends and they were all lace and velvet and soft curves and pretty laughter.

You were at the bar getting more drinks for you and Van when she came crashing up to you. She winked and you felt it through your entire body. Isla was different to her friends in that she wore all black. Her boots were scuffed on the tips, her jeans were ripped at the knees, and her black long sleeve shirt meant you had to imagine the rest.

“Having a good night?” she asked. You smiled, and nodded. “Good, good, my dude.”

Her arm brushed against yours as you moved to leave. Back next to Van you could feel Isla watching, or was it you watching her?

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Giving love a shot part 56

♤Jay’s views ♤

*AOMG OFFICE *

What exactly have I done? Jaeha doesn’t deserve any of that. The next few days all she does is stays in bed and barely eat anything.

Lina: you wanted to see me?

Jay: yeah.

Lina: okay

Jay: look you’re a really great dancer and also working with you for so many years, I realize  that you’re also an good person. But-

Lina: working with me makes your marriage life complicated.

Jay: ye..ah

Lina: I understand. It’s all of my fault

In the end I let Lina go, at the end of the day my family is more important. While I’m not actively performing, I still come to the studio to record.

Dok2: you look like shit

Jay: I feel like it

Dok2: what’s up? Princess is giving you problems?

Jay: the same way it’s always been.

Dok2: what did you do?

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a short story by moi (part one)

JANUARY, 1981

Sirius and Remus sat on the baby blue sofa, their hands intertwined and shaking. Marlene comes out of the kitchen, carrying a little tray laden with three mugs of tea. She sets the tray down on the little wooden coffee table and passes Remus and Sirius their individual orders of tea, before taking her own mug and sitting back in her favourite armchair.

“So what’s up?” she asked, taking a sip of her tea. “You both look really nervous.”

Remus looked at Sirius, who wordlessly told him to tell Marlene. Remus opened his mouth to speak, but all that escaped past his pink lips was an excited gasp. He turned to Sirius desperately, who rolled his eyes and looked at Marlene.

“We wanted to come and tell you that … erm … we … uh … Remus?” Sirius anxiously turned back to Remus, too full of happiness to say anything more.

“Oh for goodness sake, WE’RE GETTING MARRIED.”

There was a moment of total silence, and then an ear-shattering squeal of joy from Marlene. “Oh my - what?! CONGRATULATIONS! I’m so happy for you two! Oh! When - what - how - wow!”

Sirius laughed and got up to hug Marlene, who had leapt up off her seat. Remus stood up and was pulled into a tight hug after Sirius had finally been let go. They sat down again, and Sirius took Remus’s hand in his own. Remus’s right hand, Marlene now noticed, had a ring on his finger. It was silver and looked old, with a single diamond studded into it. It was beautiful.

“Oh, I’m so happy for you two!” she squealed again. “Who proposed? When?”

“I did,” Sirius said proudly. “It was at lunch with James, Harry and Lily. I jokingly asked Remus to pay for all of our food, including Harry’s knickerbocker glory, and Remus, being the lovely little fluff-puff he is, kindly accepted just as we ordered dessert-”

“Ooh, did you hide the ring in the cake?” Marlene clasped her hands together.

“What? No! How tacky do you think I am?” Sirius stuck his tongue out in disgust as Remus and Marlene cracked up at his response. “We ate dessert, then when the bill came, I handed it to Remus-”

“Grinning uncontrollably.” Remus added. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay, babe,” Sirius smiled. “Anyway, I gave him the bill. He opened it, saw the ring inside, and nearly dropped it! Bless his heart, he looked at me really seriously and his cheeks were getting redder by the second. I got down on one knee, and he burst into tears.”

“Oi! You did too!” Remus hit Sirius on the arm softly.

“I didn’t bawl like you did. A few tears leaked from my eyes.” Sirius mumbled.

“I didn’t bawl either! I was crying of happiness!” Remus retorted cheerily, tears running down his rosy cheeks. “It was the greatest moment of my life.”

“Well, it sounds wonderful.” Marlene beamed at them. “I can’t express how happy I am for you two.”

“Thank you.” Sirius replied. “I put a lot of effort into thinking how I could propose to him. I didn’t want to be clichéd, but I didn’t want to be too spontaneous.”

“I thought it perfect.” Remus admitted quietly. Sirius looked at him and squeezed his hand.

“So that’s one thing.” Remus grinned toothily at Marlene, who gaped at him in confusion. “The second thing is really difficult for us to ask.”

“You’ve done so much for us, Marley,” Sirius started. “We’re so happy to have you in our lives. But there is one last thing that we’d really love for you to do for us. But it is such a big thing to ask, so of course we’ll understand if you say no.”

Marlene stared at them. The happy smile had been wiped from her face, and anxiety was bubbling inside her throat. “What is it?”

“Would you surrogate for us, please?” Sirius asked earnestly. Marlene took a second to respond. Her expression was neither shock nor disgust: it was blank. Even Remus, who was the champion at reading anyone and everyone’s expressions, couldn’t make out what Marlene’s face was saying. After a minute or two of absolute silence and suspense, she looked at the couple unsurely.

“Are you two absolutely sure that this is something that you want?”

“We’ve been thinking about for like, two months now.”

“But that was before you were engaged! How were you so sure that you wanted a baby before you knew that you were going to spend the rest of your lives together?”

“We’ve thought about it. It’s something we want. Something we really want. And we want you to be the mother, if that’s okay with you…”

“Remus, are you sure you want me-”

“Marlene, I could not think of a person better fit to be the biological mother of my child.” Remus said kindly, warming Marlene’s heart.

“Well, I love you both very much, and…” she trailed off nervously, wanting to take a few moments to consider everything. Was she really ready to carry a baby around for nine months and then give it up? Then again, it would be the baby of two of her greatest friends, who were incapable of having children on their own, so it would be a decent thing to do.

Remus and Sirius mumbled to each other on the sofa opposite Marlene, who was deep in thought. They waited patiently for her to come to a decision, and readied themselves for whatever the outcome.

“Yes.” Marlene said quietly.

Remus and Sirius did a double-take. “What?”

“Yes.” Marlene repeated. “I’ll surrogate for you.”

Remus and Sirius leaped up off the sofa, squealing with delight. They first hugged and kissed each other excitedly, then launched themselves over the coffee table to hug and thank Marlene. The rest of the evening was spent discussing baby names, nursery ideas and wedding plans over Indian take-away and Sherlock.

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Part 2 to be released soon.

(when i say short story i mean it hasnt got a million chapters. i know this wasnt as concise as some may have thought, but hopefully you all enjoyed it anyway!)

Follow Your Heart

Title: Follow Your Heart
Fandom: Once Upon A Time (TV Series)
Pairing: Emma Swan/Regina Mills | Evil Queen
Rating: G… I have not written a G fict in so long. Whoa.
Links: AO3 & FF.Net  (Coming Soon)
Warnings: None. It’s super fluffy.
Summary: Regina is taking little Robyn for a follow up.
Notes if I continue this: I’m thinking that it’s going to be flangsty. See, in my head, though its not revealed here, Regina is an ex cardio surgeon, which an accident caused her to lose her ability to perform her job. So that will be a factor.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, or whatever the hell else. They belong to Disney, ABC etc, etc, I claim no rights to copyrighted material, and this story is purely for entertainment purposes.
Masterpost: Here  (Coming Soon)

Originally posted by swanemma


“Aunt ‘Gina?” the little ginger haired girl piped up from the backseat, kicking her feet absentmindedly as she looked at her aunt in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, my sweet pea?” the girl’s aunt replied. She was dark haired woman with a light olive skin tone and dark chocolate color eyes. She smiled at the little girl that she was her whole world. And until she returned her little sweet pea to her mother, the girl was.

“Why do you always do that?” the little girl asked.

“Do what?”

“Put on the ‘fume. Mummy says it’s only for special times,” the girl explained. “And we’re just going to the doctors.”

The little girl heard a woman bark laughter through the speaker of her aunt’s phone. And she knew immediately that she was talking with her mom.

“Yes, Aunt Regina,” her mother said. “Robyn has a point. Why are you putting on perfume, Sis?”

“Zelena…” Regina warned.

“Oh!” Little Robyn piped up. “Is it cos you like Dr. Emma? Mummy says…”

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Just A Kiss - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by thiddlestoff

Words: 836
Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: swearing (what’s new), sadness.
Requested by anon.
Can you write a song fic with "just a kiss” of lady antebellum and bucky please ? Btw your writing is wonderful and you’re awesome !
A/n: This a song fic for the song said above^^ if you’d like to listen to it, check it out here! Also, kind of a little bit of a shorter one, but not any less cute! :D (also, anon, I’m glad you like my writing, and you’re awesome as well!) AND, HOLY SHIT, I hit 900 followers last night! Oh my gosh, it’s so close to 1,000, and I’m freaking out. Thank you so much!!

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Bucky pushed past Steve, past Natasha, and past you.

All three of you looked to one another with confused faces. "What’s going on with him?” You asked.

Steve shrugged. “We just got back from dinner, I don’t think I did anything.”

“Maybe you didn’t.” Natasha reasoned. “Did you leave Bucky alone at all?” She asked.

Steve thought for a second. “I was in the bathroom for like, a minute. Maybe something happened.”

“Want me to go talk to him?”

Steve and Natasha nodded at you. “Minus Steve, you’re closest to him.” Natasha said. And she wasn’t wrong, you were very close with Bucky. Of course, you weren’t like Steve, but you were something special to him.

It also wasn’t a dating situation, even though everyone on the team wanted you to, and could see that you both wanted to. It was just too difficult.

Sure, you have kissed before. Maybe even had a little affair. But, there was no way you guys could have a relationship. It just, didn’t seem possible.

But you went to talk to Bucky anyway. If he wouldn’t talk to Steve, usually you’d be able to get something out of him. So you followed him to his room, and carefully knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” He grumbled.

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anonymous asked:

is it ok to not require stimming (aka not being autistic or really having and disorders of the sort aside from ADD) yet loving to watch stim videos/look at stimboards?? a lot of people get upset that i use stim videos/slime videos/paint videos and such to calm down or relax because i don't really need it/have any disorders and say im "appropriating it" but it helps to calm me down when im upset or something and i just really love stim videos.. slime being one of my favorites.. is that okay??

You just said you have AD, and that’s a disorder that’s commonly linked to stimming. But in the case of a NT, i don’t think its necessarily bad for them to used stimmy stuff to calm down. The problem comes when NT’s use stims as a sort or aesthetic, while still ridiculing ND people who have body and “gross” stims. So, no, i dont think its bad of you to stim to calm down. 

moonlightharrys  asked:

ooh do number 86?

Here you go love :) Prompt was “You said you’d never leave, no matter how hard things got.” Enjoy xo


Juggling the bags of groceries in your hands, you turned the key and shoved the door open with your knee. Not bothering to close it behind you, you made it to the kitchen without dropping the bags until you reached the counter. That was when the tears began to fall. You rested your hands on the countertop while your vision blurred as you let it all out. Your entire body shook with sobs. You couldn’t do this anymore.

You suddenly heard a sound, causing you to stand up straight and wipe your eyes. But you quickly realized it was just something outside, a neighbor mowing his lawn, or perhaps the postal carrier. Remembering that you’d left the front door open, you walked over to shut it, turning the lock. You leaned against the closed door, your shoulders still shaking and your heart pounding in your chest.

“Stop crying,” you told yourself, wiping your soaked cheek with the back of your hand.

You returned to the kitchen to unload the groceries. As you put the vegetables in the refrigerator, you secretly wondered if they would go bad after you left.

After you left…

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A Camping We Will Go

A Joshaya Fanfic

Story by: @hoffkk

Request by: @wildlyfantasticalpaca

Prompt:  I would kill to read a fic where Josh is the chaperone on the trip and Maya just kind of shows up in his tent and he’s like “ well alright”.  I also had this thought of it being cold and maya unzipping Josh’s jacket, moving herself inside of it, and then zipping it back up. Just because you know he’d make that dopey “ I shouldn’t be okay with this but I kind of like it” face.

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“Wait a minute, let me get this straight…” Maya said.  "You, Riley Matthews, are sneaking out of your tent to see a boy?“ She finished, sounding impressed.

Riley finished touching up her lip gloss then rolled her eyes at Maya and said, "No, of course not. Smackle is sneaking out to see Farkle, so Lucas is gonna come here.  That way we each get to spend some alone time with our boyfriends.   It’s perfect.” She added and clapped happily.

“Right, perfect. Except for the part where you won’t actually be alone because I’ll be here awkwardly third-wheeling it.” Maya reminded her friend.

“Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.”  Riley frowned.

“It’s okay, Maya, you can come join me and Farkle.”  Smackle chimed in.  "We are going to look at the stars and discuss the history of  all of the constellations we find.“

"Yeaaaah, I don’t really do learning on school trips… or at school.”  Maya explained, rejecting the offer.

“Well, just stay here then.  It’ll be fine.”  Riley said.

“Are you kidding? I don’t wanna sit here and watch you and Ranger Rick make kissy face all night.”  Maya retorted, shivering uncomfortably at the thought.

“Maya,” Riley scolded.  "We are just gonna talk.“

"Ew, that’s even worse.”  Maya replied with a face of disgust.

Riley just shook her head at her friend and tried to hide her laugh.

After a moment, Maya sighed then continued to speak.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll just bunk with Darby and Sarah for tonight.  No worries.”

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A little while later, Maya crawled out of the tent and used her flash light to make her way around the fire to the pink tent that housed Darby and Sarah.  She was halfway there, when she passed a single blue and gray tent. Recognizing the tent, Maya froze, smiled cheekily, and walked backwards until she was in front of the door to the tent.

If she had to bunk with someone else for the night, why not chaperone Boing?

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untitled hanschen/moritz friendship fic

I wrote a fic based on this post by @dwsatrash​ and am far too lazy to title it


“I’m coming,” Hanschen called, marking his place in his book and walking to the door, where someone was knocking frantically.  He yanked open the door to find Moritz, one hand still raised, eyes wide.

“What are you doing here?” Hanschen asked.

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What would life be like..

Request: “Could you write a Flash Fic where the reader went over with Barry to Earth 2 and they discover that the E2 version of her was in a relationship with E2 Barry but died? And so she has to comfort E2 Barry while B1 has contemplate what his life would be like without her? Sorry if this doesn’t make sense.” 

Ship: Barry Allen x Reader 

Warnings: swearing, fluff, sadness, etc. 

Your P.O.V

I stand next to Barry. My heart beats out of my chest. He looks over at me, lacing our fingers together. “You ready (Y/n)?” I look at him, terrified but determined. “Absolutely.” I grip his hand tight and plunge into the dark abyss. I close my eyes, grasping him. We both crumble to the ground. Holding each other closely. We get up in unison, scanning the area. Cisco follows behind us, closely. “Dude, what is this place?” He mutters. “This is.. Earth two.” My eyes widened. “It’s incredible.” 

Later that day.. 

We scavenged through Earth 2 Barry’s profiles and paper work. Cisco rolls his eyes, huffing again. “Look there’s nothing here.” Barry protested. “Come on, keep looking. There’s got to be a lead somewhere in these files.” I bent down behind the desk, ripping the drawers open. I ran my hands over the files, glancing at the ones that caught my eye. All of a sudden, a loud cry irrupted in the other room. Without thinking, I bolted up from my sitting position and ran to their aid. I came face to face with Earth two Barry. He looked at me, tearful but happy. 

Earth 2 Barry’s P.O.V

I delicately place my paper work to the side of my arm. I walk into my office, muttering a list of things to remember, when all of a sudden, I made eye contact with another person.. Who looked exactly like me?? A shorter man stood across from him, gaping. I look around my office, completely disheveled. Before I could even comprehend the situation, I cried. “What the hell is going on?! Who are you?! Why did you destroy my office?!” Before either of them could answer, I heard a small, beautiful voice cry out. “Hey! Is everything okay?!-”

I turn toward the voice, my jaw dropping to the ground. It was..(Y/n). She was as beautiful as the first day I saw her. Her eyes bright and full of energy. My heart both leaped and ached a little. She was both elegant and bad ass. She always had this striking but soft look about her. That’s what drew me to her in the first place. She had the kindness and love of a mother over a child. But she had the wit, sass and sarcasm that made her tough, like titanium. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from being awkward and dorky. But she loved me either way. 

All I could do was stare at her. This could be an illusion. I tell myself, taking a step forward. Tears threatening at my eyes. I sniffle, taking her all in. I try to be strong but my voice comes out as a croak. “(Y/n)..?” She nods her head, taking a step forward. I shake my head, confused. “Are you real? How are you here?” She looks at me, brows furrowing. “I’m real. Why wouldn’t I be?” I choke. “Because you’re dead..” Her eyes widened. “I’m dead in this world?” I shake my head. “This world.” She eyes the other two men behind me. “You better sit down for this.”

A few minutes later..

My brows furrow as I try to wrap my head around the situation. “So, you’re not my, (Y/n)?” She shakes her head, sadly. She squints, running her hand through her hair. A normal action that I so desperately missed. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what happened to your, (Y/n)?” I look down, sniffling. “It was late in the evening when it happened. We were walking home from the China house, when all of a sudden, we were jumped. But the people who jumped us, they weren’t normal muggers. They were twisted and monstrous creatures. I did everything I could to protect her. I told her to leave me and run.. But she was so stubborn.-” 

I look down, sniffling. “The monster came towards me with a knife. She jumped in the way before it could penetrate me. The thieves got away.. And she died in my arms..” (Y/n) sat down next to me, lacing our fingers together. I forced a laugh. “Ha.. You know what she said to me when I told her to leave me? She said ‘We either hang together or hang separately. I will never leave you, my love’. She was always to poetic.” (Y/n) looked at me, with pity. “I am so sorry..” I shake my head. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt to see you.” She looked down. “Would you rather me leave?” I shook my head, resting my hand on her cheek. Gently I rub my thumb up and down, over and over again. “It’s kind of like a rose. It’s beautiful but painful. The memories hurt, but the beauty makes it all the while.” She grinned. A smile I’ve been dying to see again. “You two sound very poetic and elegant together.” I huff. “Yeah..” 

Earth 1 Barry budded in. “(Y/n), we need to look for the meta.” She stood up, still close to my side. “If I’m dead in this world, I can’t be seen roaming around. I’ll hook up a head piece so that we can talk to each other over the com. This’ll be the base until you return.” He looks at her, eyeing me. “Are you sure?” She nods, sure of herself. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” He follows Cisco, looking back at her, hesitantly. Before he leaves, he turns back and lunges into her arms, kissing her forehead and then rushing back out. 

Earth 1 Barry’s P.O.V

I followed Cisco, my mind still racing. The way Bar- he described losing (Y/n) broke my heart. I cared about her so much, to the point of which it hurt. She was the light of my life, in both worlds I guess. I’ve lost so many people. And I’ve had the time to cope, but just the thought of losing (Y/n).. An empty feeling resided in my stomach whenever the idea arose. Cisco’s voice broke my thoughts. “You okay, bro?” 

I look down, gulping. “Not really.. I can’t lose her..” He nodded. “I know.. She is so amazing and we don’t even realize it.” I shook my head. “Dude, she made us lunch whenever we’ve been stuck on a mission.” He added. “She helped me get ready for my date. She taught me how to tie a tie.” I laugh. “She taught me how to bake cookies.” He added. “She took over Caitlyn shift whenever she was sick..” I force a sad smile. “She was there for me when I had needed to talk to someone about my family..” She meant more to me than anyone. 

Your P.O.V

“How long were you two together?” He grinned. “Five years. We both wanted to take it slow. Enjoy every bit of it ya know?” I nod, listening as he continues. “I was planning on proposing to her a few days after that night.” I looked down, wrapping my hand around his. “She would’ve said yes.” He grins, a tear falling from his eye. Gently, I place my cold hand on his cheek. Wiping the tear away. He puts his hand on top of mine, whispering. “I know you’re not my (Y/n), but I’ve missed you so much..” I couldn’t help but smile. “Even if you’re not my Barry, I missed you too.” He giggles, blushing. 

Originally posted by gustin-daily

“I see what your (Y/n) saw in you.” He looks at me confused. I continue. “You’re smart, funny, kind, sweet, poetic, adorable. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He shrugs, shyly. “I guess you and my (Y/n) are more alike than you think.” 

Earth 1 Barry’s P.O.V

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about my life without (Y/n).. I wouldn’t have a friend to talk to about problems. I would lose the love of my life.. I would be alone.. Cisco would no longer have a buddy to talk about geeky stuff with.. Iris would no longer have anyone to gossip with over coffee. Caitlyn would no longer have witty banter with her.. Joe and I wouldn’t have anyone to help us make family dinner.. My heart wrenched and broke at the thought. The more and more I dug, the more and more my stomach ached. 

Originally posted by eclectic777

We arrive back at the base, a.k.a Earth 2 Barry’s office, just in the nick of time. I swing the door open and hug (Y/n) tight in my arms. “I missed you..” She giggled. A sound that I adored. “It’s only been a few hours.” I shake my head, pressing my lips against her head. “That doesn’t stop me from missing you. We’ve got to go.” She turns back to E2 Barry, hugging him. He held her tight, as if his life depended upon it. When she lets go, she walk towards me, looking back at him. “I’ll see you again, love.” He grins, waving goodbye. 

I lace my fingers with hers, gripping her tight. She looks up at me, smiling. We jump into the dark vortex, soon crumbling to the ground. She gets up, hugging Caitlyn. Cisco then hugs her right after. I watch as they gather around the computers, examining the vitals and fluctuation. I pull (Y/n) over to the side, hugging her close to me. “I love you so much. You mean to the world to me and I won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?” She presses he cheek up against my chest, whispering. “Okay. And, Barry?” I mumble. “Hmm?” She replies, sweetly. “I love you too..” 

Originally posted by mykissingstyle

(I hope you liked it!) 

the transitive property of love (Ladybug/Cat Noir)

Title: the transitive property of love
Summary: If A likes B and B is C, then A likes C…right? Wrong. / Adrien and Marinette slowly start to put two and two together.  Oneshot.
A/N: *opens lid of nearest trash can and backflips into it* I THOUGHT THAT BECAUSE IT HADN’T BEEN RELEASED IN ENGLISH YET I WOULDN’T WRITE FIC.  I WAS WRONG.

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“If 8x is equal to 12y, and 12y is equal to 3z, then 8x equals…3z!” Marinette whispers to herself, pleased that, for once, a problem set makes sense. Her pencil skims lightly down the page to the next question, but just as she starts to copy it into her notebook, someone calls her name.

“Huh?” Her first guess is Alya, but Alya sits at the other end of the room in mathematics since the teacher complains that they get too chatty otherwise. Still, Alya senses Marinette’s gaze and looks up, making a face; Marinette goes cross-eyed and sticks her tongue out teasingly in return.

“Marinette,” the voice repeats.

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Cozy Days (Joe Sugg Imagine)

Request: Hiiii, I’m literally inlove wt ur fanfics❤️💞. Could u do one when joe , y/n ,Zoe and Alfie spend the day at Zoe and alfies place and something romantic happens. .. Hopefully u read it

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You tried to get all the snow off of your boots before entering the Zalfie household. You and your boyfriend Joe were visiting his sister Zoe and her boyfriend Alfie. It was Christmas next week and the snow had fallen like crazy the past couple of days, making the streets totally white. You loved Christmas so much and Zoe did as well, so you and Zoe were always going all in on everything Christmas. Every now and then you and Joe would travel to Brighton to spend the night at Zalfies, watching movies and eating treats, which was exactly what you were doing tonight.

“Are you wearing the Christmas jumper?” Zoe asked in an excited tone, looking hesitantly at you. You opened your jacket to show Zoe that you wore the matching Christmas jumper you had bought together.

“Of course she has,” Joe said with a laugh whilst he was taking his boots off. Joe didn’t share the exact same love for Christmas as Zoe and you did, so he always made a bit fun of you along with Alfie.

“Heyyyyyy guys!” Alfie shouted whilst jumping into the hallway making all of you laugh and shake your heads. He was always really hyper and always brought everyone to laughter. After everyone had hugged you placed yourselves in Zalfie’s living room, which was all decorated for Christmas with fairy lights all over. You absolutely loved it. It was such a cozy evening. Zoe put Elf on the tv an you all snuggled up on the sofa with Nala in-between you. Your head was resting on Joe’s chest whilst he carefully stroke your hair, making you really sleepy. You looked up at him with a little smile and he gave you a gentle kiss, which gave you butterflies. Even though you and Joe had dated for over a year, he could always give you butterflies.

The movie ended at you all stretched and yawned.

“Joe, I have to show you my new gaming video. I found this amazing game that I think you’ll love,” Alfie said to Joe and he nodded as an answer before they both got up from the couch. You and Zoe looked at each other with a laugh whilst watching the boys go and be boys.

“I want to bake something christmassy,” Zoe suddenly said and you were instantly up for it.

“Yes please!” you answered with an excited voice which made both of you laugh.

“I love how we’re both total Christmas fanatics,” Zoe laughed and you nodded with a laugh.

“I know right? Let me go and ask the boys what they’ll like,” you said and Zoe nodded before she snuggled up with Nala whilst you got up from the sofa and walked towards Alfie’s office. As you were about to knock on the door you heard your name mentioned from the other side of the door. You were not someone who would eavesdrop but you were way too curious not to do it right now.

“So everything is great between you two?” you could hear Alfie ask Joe and you could feel yourself getting nervous.

“Indeed! I don’t know what it is, but every time I look at her I just feel butterflies in my entire body and she just makes me really happy,” Joe answered making you blush on the other side of the door.

“I sound so gay right now,” Joe then added which made you smile.

“It’s okay man. You’re just in loooooove,” Alfie sang, which made both of the boys laugh on the other side of the door. You decided not to interrupt them and you left the door to walk back to Zoe.

“They said we could decide,” you then said, still smiling like a weirdo.

“Perfect,” Zoe said and got up from the sofa to go and bake. You couldn’t stop thinking about Joe’s words and how much you loved him. You were such a lucky girl to have someone like him by your side.    

More Than This - Neville Longbottom x Reader (Request)

Request: “Hey, can i get a Neville Longbottom imagine where he asks me to be his girlfriend? Thank you :3″

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It was a brilliantly hot April afternoon and you were sitting in the shade of a big oak tree on the edge of The Black Lake reading through your mountain of Herbology notes, your best friend Neville Longbottom at your side.

“I still don’t get it!” you huffed angrily, furrowing your brows and putting your head in your hands.

You had been sat there all morning with Neville quizzing you about various plants and herbs and it seemed like none of it had sunk in.

“Err, maybe we’ve been revising for too long, nothing else is sticking in your head.” Neville suggests.

“Urgh, I’m so stressed!” you groan “I can’t afford for nothing else to ‘stick in my head’!” you mimic his voice sarcastically.

Tossing the book to the side you look up at Neville to find him staring at you with worry etched into his face. Feeling rather bad - but having to suppress a giggle- you realise how much he must care for you to be so worried about your revision when he should be concentrating on his own.

“Neville, don’t look so worried. It’s okay, I’ll get it soon. I’m just being silly.” You say, managing half a smile.

It’s true; you really can’t afford to not be able to remember any of your notes - especially with exams right around the corner – but seeing Neville like this is never any fun either.

“Sorry, it’s just, I want to help you. I don’t like seeing you stressed and upset.” He admits, shrugging his shoulders nervously.

“Oh Neville, you’ve got your own revision to worry about without me adding mine to your list!” you declare.  

“Honestly, I don’t mind Y/N. It makes me happy to know that I’m able help you. If you want I could give you some of my notes?”  He questions.

“I know you’re my best friend Neville but you really don’t have to –“

“I want to!” He cuts across abruptly, causing you to stare at him wide eyed for a few seconds.  

You’ve never heard Neville shout in your life; he doesn’t usually raise his voice to anyone.

“Ermm, okay..” you utter, still staring at him cautiously.

Neville stays quiet for what seems like an eternity. The silence filled only with the sound of birds chirping and a lazy summer breeze whispering through the trees. You watch the water of the lake lapping the shore and wonder what you should say to him when you hear a loud sigh.

“Y/N, you know, we spend so much time together and you act like I shouldn’t care for you as much as I do.” He begins, drawing circles into the dry dirt and doing his best to avoid eye contact. “And maybe you’re right b-but I’ve been thinking, maybe - maybe there’s another reason why I care for you so much.” He stutters.

“Neville, you’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met. You’d help anyone given half the chance!” you chuckle, collecting your various books and notes and stuffing them into your bag.

“You more than anyone else I mean.” He states in almost a whisper.

Neville was getting quite flustered at this point and the thoughts racing through his head didn’t help in the slightest. ‘She mustn’t feel the same way. If she did she would know by now what I’m trying to say. Or does she want me to spell it out for her?’ he asked himself, watching you stand up and brush yourself off. ‘Come on Neville, for once in your life be brave! She’ll be walking up to the castle in a minute and you’ll have missed your chance, AGAIN!” the small voice in his head was screaming at him now.

“Well yeah, we’ve been best friends for years haven’t we! You’re bound to-”

“WHAT IF I WANT TO BE MORE THAN BEST FRIENDS!?” he blurted out, his ears and cheeks flame red and you’re sure it’s nothing to do with the sun.

“Pardon?” you ask, wondering if you’d heard him correctly.

You’d had a crush on Neville Longbottom from the moment you met but you quickly became best friends so you didn’t want to spoil anything by asking him if he felt the same way.

“Y/N. You’re the most beautiful young woman -inside and out- that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. If I’m having a bad day I know I can rely on your smile and brilliant sense of humour to brighten it up,” Neville’s face is now a blazing red as puts his hands in yours and pulls you closer “and I would be the happiest guy on earth if you would be my girlfriend.” He finished, his eyes gazing nervously into yours, searching for any clue as to what you might be thinking.

He was answered instantaneously as your eyes widened with glee as you jumped into his arms, your legs and arms wrapped around his waist and neck.

“Woah!” he exclaims, stumbling slightly as you knock him off balance.

“YES! YES! Of course!” you exclaim, holding his face in your hands and looking into his eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time.” He whispers, before raising his lips to yours and giving you the most spine tingling kiss you have ever experienced in your life. 

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I’m so sorry that this took so long and thank you for being so patient with me! I really hope you like it! 

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