made because damn that man that man looks good in the moonlight

i found my love upon the southern ground

Pairing: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin
Summary: A one-shot of Bellarke in post-WWII Ireland, inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Nancy Mulligan { wc: 1.6k || rating: teen+ }
 a/n: Special shoutout to @apanoplyofsong, @reblogginhood, @kane-and-griffin for their wonderful input about patron saints <3

Clarke felt her heart pounding in her chest as she eased the front door of her childhood home closed. The night was a quiet one, as were most in the no-name town thirty miles outside of Belfast. It was a bit eerie to see the street–the one where she had played hopscotch, and ridden her bicycle with the pink basket, and walked home from school with her friends–so deserted, so empty. She thought of the dresser below her bedroom window upstairs, now also empty of her belongings, just like her bed was of her. A shiver began to steal up her back, but she bit her lip as she fought against it.

Cold mist coated the back of her neck as she slid her key out of the lock and into the pocket of her plaid skirt. The leather case with her most precious possessions weighed her down almost as much as her worry, and its handle nearly slipped from her grip as she snuck down the front steps onto the street. Her stomach was in knots, and not even the warm gold glow of the lone streetlamp on the corner could soothe her.

When she spotted the car headlights at the end of the road, however, Clarke broke out in a nervous smile. Her first steps in that direction were quiet, as if she expected her parents to hear her all the way from their dark and silent bedroom. Soon, though, she stopped caring if the click of her saddle shoes against the cracked pavement was too loud. It was with a run that she took the last few steps to the dust-covered black car with the dinged bumper.

Strong arms caught her up as she approached the driver’s side, and Bellamy spun her around. “You’re here,” he murmured as he pulled in her into him tightly.

“Of course I’m here,” Clarke whispered into the familiar linen shirt that was patched in far too many places. When she pulled back, she looked up into dark, bright eyes that were far too apprehensive. “I told you I was ready.”

He quirked a half-smile at her as he brushed some loose curls behind her ear. “Shame on me for doubting,” he said dryly.

And though she did know from his tone–Clarke felt she had memorized everything about him over the past few months, because that’s what thinking about someone all the time got you–that he was teasing, she didn’t laugh. Instead, she cupped his face with her free hand and said, “I’ve never doubted anything less in my life, Bellamy Blake.”

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anonymous asked:

these guys (tsuna dino, reborn) thinks their so is cheating on them but they are actually hiding the fact they are pregnant because they are afraid of rejection


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“You were out?”

You turn around in surprise to face him and saw him sitting on his favorite chair with a nice glass of port in his hand. His eyes chilled you. How can such a warm gold color feel so cold? It made chills run up and down your spine as he stared right back at you so intensely. Instinctively you place your hands on your flat stomach protectively.

“Tsuna,” you greeted him with a nervous smile. “It’s unusual to see you here at this time of the day. Is it a slow one?”

Tsuna did not answer you immediately. Instead he emptied his glass of port and slammed it on the table beside him after. “Why don’t you just tell me who it is?”

You blink at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant. “What? Who?”

“Who the hell are you fucking?”

Anger started creeping up your veins as you realize just what he was accusing you of. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” he threw the glass he had been drinking from into the fireplace where it broke into a thousand pieces even as he sprang to his feet. “You’re hiding something from me! I can feel it!”

You tried to be calm about it despite the fast beating of your heart. Damn, stupid Hyper Intuition.

“There’s no one else, Tsuna.”

“You won’t even look me in the eye anymore…!” your heart broke at the despairing note behind his words. “If you really are seeing someone else then it’s better if we just end this right here. Before I’m forced to prove my worth as Boss by killing you!”

It felt like a slap in the face but the only other option was to tell him the truth. That you were carrying his child. How could you tell him when you hadn’t even decided yet? He had had so many lovers and you were only an easily replaceable bed mate. Even when you started sleeping with him he never really went out of his way to make you feel like you were different from any of his other lovers. What’s to say he would accept this child in your womb? What’s to say he wouldn’t hate you for being careless and getting pregnant? Maybe… this really was for the best? It would certainly save you the broken heart.

Tsuna gaped in astonishment when you made no move to pacify him any further. Instead he watched as you entered the bedroom and walked out with that single overnight bag you came with the night you started sleeping in his room.

And without another word you walked out of his life.

His scream shook the Vongola mansion to its very foundations…


Dino walked into the room drunk that evening and found you asleep on the bed.

He couldn’t stop himself from imbibing that night. There were too many things that were different, too many things that he couldn’t understand these past few days. You’ve been acting so distant that he couldn’t help but… He couldn’t help but…

He stumbled over towards the bed and sat beside you. Leaning over you he took in the smooth curve of your cheek and the moonlight in your hair as both glowed in the dimness of the room. Looking at your face his heart ached at how much he loved you.

And yet… And yet you were pulling away from him. There could only be one explanation. His eyes flashed with furious possessiveness. His mind screaming, ‘Mine’.

He started trailing desperate kisses down your cheek and started pushing your blankets down. You woke up at the rough handling, training confused eyes on him.

“Dino…?” you whispered as you gently pulled up his face to make him look at you. “What is it? You okay?”

Dino gritted his teeth as he hissed at you, his hands like steel holding you down. “I’m not letting you go!”

You blink at him in confusion. “What?”

“I don’t know who it is… I don’t care how long it’s been! If I find out who your other man is I’ll fucking―”

“Whoa, hey, okay wait!” you sit up on the bed and began giving him your full attention. “What’s this all about, Dino?”

His eyes burned as they stared into yours as he scowled and held on to you needily. “Who is it? Who’s trying to take you away from me?!”

“What? No one―”

Don’t lie to me! Why else would you avoid me these past few days?! Why else would you look in the distance even when I’m near?! You’re thinking of someone else, aren’t you? Aren’t you?!”

You couldn’t handle it. You loved him so much. You threw your arms around him and held him tight.

These feelings… These emotions… Weren’t these the exact reasons why you kept your pregnancy from him? What if he told you to leave? What if he didn’t want the baby?

But still…

No… You can’t stand seeing him suffering like this…

“Dino, dear? There’s something I have to tell you…”


“Oh hi! Good timing! I’ve got a special bouquet for you today. I made it myself!”

You smile as you reach out towards the owner of your favorite flower shop. The young man who owned it gave you a small bouquet of lavender and jasmines. Holding it close to your face you close your eyes, took a deep breath and happiness threaded into your previously depressed system.

“Thank you, these are very―” you froze at the sight that met you once you opened your eyes.

Your blood ran cold at the sight of Reborn behind your florist friend with a gun trained at the back of the smiling man’s head. You met Reborn’s eyes and noted the fury in them. The piercing darkness like an ebony blade prepared to plunge right into your heart.

You struggle against the urge to scream and push the florist out of harm’s away and instead calmly reached into your wallet to hand him a few bills for the bouquet.

“Keep the change.” You mutter and then started walking away hurriedly.

Thankfully you heard no gunshot after you left. You continue to walk until you felt yourself being pulled into a lonely side alley and was forced to face the hitman that had been stalking you probably since that morning.

“Care to tell me what the hell is going on?” His low growl sent shivers of both pleasure and dread up and down your spine.

You frowned right back at him. “Putting a gun on that man’s head was uncalled for.”

“I was out looking for your fuck buddy. I thought it was him.”

Your eyes widened at the accusation in his words. “What?!”

“Well what the hell else was I supposed to think?!”  he snarled as he punched the wall beside your head in barely held back frustration. You flinched but glared right back at him. “You don’t answer my calls, you’re always out! You’re fucking avoiding me and I want to know why!”

They were all true and you had to look away in an attempt to hide your guilt. But this was for the best wasn’t it? You should just get it over with and break up with him; he wouldn’t want this baby anyway, right? No one as elusive as Reborn would want a family let alone a child that could put him in an unfavorable position. As you were thinking you put the hand holding the flowers over your tummy unconsciously, feeling sorrow for the life growing inside who might have to grow up without a father.

Reborn’s sharp eyes followed the action and the truth snapped in his brain like a bullet and made almost lose his footing.

“Son of a bitch!”

Home Is Where The Heart Is

A/N: This was based on a prompt I got sent but It’s really long so I’m not gonna actually post it, but you should get the basic premise of it from the summary

Word Count: 1.9k 

Warnings: attempted rape, bullying 

Summary: Phil is the nicest kid in school, but even the nicest people have difficult pasts. Phil’s past just happened to cause him to become very sensitive and scared of people touching him. The only person that he’ll let touch him is his boyfriend, Dan. If anyone else were to lay a hand on Phil, he wouldn’t take it well. So what happens when someone does? (very light pastel!Phil and football!player!dan)

Phil sighed as he adjusted the flower crown that lay atop his head. He wasn’t having the best of days. Phil’s most frequent bully, Charlie, was pestering him more than usual. Not to mention that it was pouring rain outside, which would be fine if it weren’t for the fact that he had to walk over a mile just to get to school. Phil was just happy it was Friday because he wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this shitty day. Plus, he got to hang out with his boyfriend every Friday, which he loved more than anything.

Dan - Phil’s boyfriend - was also his best friend and though they went to the same school, their social statuses varied quite a bit. His boyfriend at the top while Phil lay nearer to the bottom. So they never hung out at school, which was completely Phil’s doing because he didn’t want Dan to ruin a perfectly good reputation. Dan had objected more than once claiming he didn’t care what other people thought, but somewhere deep down, Phil knew he would regret it, and honestly, Phil would regret it too.

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Loving insanity pt. 5 {{Jerome Valeska x Reader}}

Author Note: this chapter is all about Jerome because why the hell not. And of course here comes the moment everyone is waiting for *drum role* the murder of Lila Valeska. This are going to get intense and you get to see things through Jerome’s eyes.💜💜💜👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Length: long

Requested: request/collaboration

Warnings: murder, strong language


It had been a few days since Jerome had seen you. You became busy with personal things and promised that the two of you would get together tonight.

He was getting ready to go when his mother walked in.

“We are moving towns again.”


“We will be back in 3-4 years.”

“Mom I’m sorry but I am staying in Gotham with Y/N.”

“Like hell you are. Tell that bitch that you leaving.”

“Don’t you fucking call her that.”

“That bitch can go cry to her daddy and in a few weeks she’ll move on to be someone else’s little whore. She won’t wait for you. She doesn’t really love you. No one will every really love you. Now pack your things you fucking ungrateful shit.”

She pushed to far. Jerome growled and put his hands on her neck. He started to choke her. She begged him to stop. But he didn’t want to. He was going to kill her. He didn’t care what became of him.

He dragged her kicking and screaming while he held a knife. He brought her by the river and threw her to the ground. He put his foot on her throat.

“You have mistreated me, screamed at me, hit me, insulted me, hurt me, gave my girl nightmares, insulted my girlfriend and so much more. But most of all you nagged and nagged and nagged and I’m fucking done with it. I was fine with you being a whore mother. Even a drunken whore. But you stepped over the god damn fucking line when you became a nagging drunken whore.”

Jerome pulled the knife out and it shined in the moonlight.

“I’d say go to hell mom but I sure as hell don’t want to see you there!!!!!”

He let out a laugh. Not a normal laugh. No. It was the laugh of a maniac. A madman. And that’s exactly what he had become. In this moment he was no longer the sweet and innocent Jerome. No. He was a Maniac version of his former self.

He stabbed her. He watched as the blood gushed out of the wound. He smiled a Cheshire smile. After all these years his mother got what she deserved. He laughed again and again. What a rush it was. He dropped her body and laughed as he walked away.



After a long day and a long interrogation Jim looks at everyone in the interrogation room and says.

“Everyone leave I want to have one on one with Jerome.”

Jim watched as everyone left until it was only Jim and Jerome. Jim looked at him and rubbed his temples.

“You know I thought you were a good kid. You made Y/N so happy. You treated her with respect and she really cares about you. She is a sweet girl who wants to work with GCPD at Arkham. She wants to help people. So I’m curious to how she will take finding out that you, her boyfriend, murdered someone which is the exact opposite of helping people.”

Jim had a bit of venom in his voice. He was angry. Very angry.

“So Jerome how do you think she will take it?”

Jerome had his head down as everyone left the room, it wasn’t until the mention of Y/N that he snapped up and gazed at Jim as he spoke. With every word that left his mouth, a new emotion ran through Jerome. If he was being honest, he had no idea how she would take it, he hoped she would still love him and understand…Jerome begins to have an inner monologue with himself

‘She knew your mother after all, everything will be fine, she’ll still love me…she will understand why I did what I did…. No… she won’t understand and she probably shouldn’t even know about it’

Jerome can feel Jim stare at him due to the various changes of his facial features as he is trying to process through his thoughts

He finally decides that he knows what it is he needs to do.

He looks at Jim

“You and I both know what she will more than likely think, no matter how bad I wish it weren’t true! She’ll probably want nothing to do with me, if we’re being realistic here. The thing is, Jimbo, neither of us are never going to know what she thinks for sure, because she’s never going to find out! This is my way of protecting her, I don’t care what you have to tell her…tell her I took off with the circus, tell her whatever you have to, or tell her nothing at all…don’t tell her this, it’ll break her heart! It’ll be hard enough living without her, as I assume I’m going away for a very long time *gives Jim a look secretly hoping he’ll tell him that he isn’t putting him in arkham but Jerome knows that is just ridiculous to think* ah, I figured as much *laughs then stares Jim hard in the face* if you won’t do this for me, please do it for her…the thought of hurting her breaks my heart”

Jerome leans back in his seat and turns grim once more, a complete different side than what Jim just witnessed from the ginger circus boy, the boy that is dating his beloved sweet daughter.

As Jerome spoke, his malicious tone was a stark difference from the seemingly optimistic words that escaped his lips.

“I guess we’re done here, Jimbo…take me away to my new eventful place of entertainment and whimsical enjoyment”

Jim rubbed his forehead and sighed.

“No the problem is that she would ignore this. That is what pisses me off. She always tries to see the good in people even when there is none. She will try to do the same for you no matter how hard it is for her.”

Jerome felt a blow to his chest as Jim spoke. He knew Jim was right. He knew deep down that Y/N being kept in the dark about what actually happened would be far worse. Jerome is just scared of what she may think of him…

Would she look at him differently?

Would she treat him differently?

More importantly, would she be scared of him?

The thought of the one person that he truly loves in this world fearing him physically makes him sick. But, the fact that she is the one person in this world that he can depend on, means that he can’t be selfish with her, no matter how scared he may be. Jerome knows what it feels like to be abandoned, he’ll be damned if he lets his doll face think that he has done that to her.

“I know you’re right here. Between you and me, and trust me if you try to tell anybody what I’m about to say, I’ll simply deny it Jimbo *laughs* I’m scared…I’m scared of losing her! She is the only person that I care about…the only person I truly trust. I refuse to be selfish with her! I may be scared of her reaction, but making her feel like I abandoned her is far worse…I won’t do it! I know I’m probably your least favorite person right now, go figure, but I really do love Y/N. So, I’m asking you, man to man, what the hell do I do?”

Jim looked at him. He knew Jerome cared about Y/N. And at this point he had no other choice but to help.

“I’ll help you. When Y/N was 4 years old her mother went missing and is still missing to this day. I know what it’s like to loose someone you love and I refuse to let her go through that. That is why I will help you. Look for now I won’t mention anything to her. I won’t bring it up unless I have no other option. How you can help is stay out of her view at Arkham. She has been assigned to the right wing of Arkham. If you cell anywhere near a male named Blake Morison or are ever around Allison Riley then don’t make yourself noticeable. Those are two of her friends there and I’ll be damned if she doesn’t stay around them. And if you ever see a Nurse named Anastasia Folly or a therapist named Madeline Fox then Y/N won’t be far away. Those are two of her best friends from Gotham University’s Med Sector.”

Jim sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“The only problem is that a doubt your dissapearence will go unnoticed so what you can also do is write a letter to her about you having to leave and I’ll set it on the kitchen counter. I hate lying to her but it will be better for her in the long run.”

Jim handed Jerome a piece of paper and a pen.

“And make it quick. They are already expecting you up at Arkham.”

Jerome took the pen and paper, his cheerful demeanor returning as he fell into a fit of giggles.

“Thanks, Jimmy, you’re a real lifesaver! I owe you big time. Whatever you want, say the word, it’s yours *laughter ensues*”

As he stares at the blank sheet of paper, his laughter dissolves ‘what the hell am I supposed to say to her?’

Almost as if on cue, everything he needs to say comes right to him.


Doll face,

I’ll never forget the day I met you, you were so sweet and carefree, I guess I was back then as well! Then, the second time I met you, my heart completely stopped, you were so damn gorgeous! The more I got to know you, the more I saw the difference between you and I. You were always happy with your optimistic outlook on life, whereas being around you was my positivity. I guess that could be blamed on our different upbringings. I knew I had to have you in my life, doll, because without you I really don’t have a lot going for me. You’re probably reading this and thinking ‘why are you writing me this stupid letter, Jerome?’ Well, doll, some things have come up and I have to go away for a while. Please know that leaving you is the absolute last thing I want to do, but unfortunately I must do it for now. I just want you to know that it is because of you that I aim to be a better person. You are the one person in this entire world that I care about and trust with my life. I love you more than I ever could have imagined and I will always be thinking of you! I know right about now, you’re probably crying and as fucked up as it may sound I’ve always thought you were pretty when tears streamed down your face, but cheer up doll face…I’ll be seeing you again, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that!

With laughs and kisses,

Your Ginger Menace


To say that Jerome almost teared up writing this sop-fest of a letter was an understatement. There is no way that he’ll let good old Jimbo see him cry like that. His ego wouldn’t be ruined because his girlfriend’s dad watched him cry. He hands the folded up paper (with Y/N’s name written on the outside) and pen to Jim as he stares mischievously.

“Now, Jimbo…no peaking! It’s for your daughter’s eyes only”, he let out a huge cackle.

Jim put the letter in his pocket and grabbed Jerome’s arm before leading him out to the squad car ready to take him to Arkham.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! First off, I LOVE your writing, It makes my heart so happy!! (o^^o)!! Second, if you have time (absolutely no worries if you don't!!) I was wondering about a headcannon for if the chocobros' S/O was spending the night with them and they're sleeping in comfies but they happen to shift and reveal some skin (maybe a shirt rides up a little or something) and what the bros' reaction would be! Sorry if that's confusing! I just need some chocobro fluff in my life!! :D :3 can be a little nsfw!

Being able to make your heart happy is all we could ever hope hope for and more. We’re sending endless virtual hugs to you 👯💕

I’m not gonna lie, I was really excited to tackle this prompt. I love the combo of innocent sleepover fluff and slightly more naughty escapades implied.

Sweet dreams, anon🌙
Note: the s/o is implied to be fem

To get you in a sweet n’ salty mood ↓
Song: “Koop Island Blues” by Koop


  • “Accidentally” forgetting to bring a suitable pair of pajamas to sleep in (sly as a fox, that girl), Ignis’ s/o asked if he had anything she could wear to bed
  • Shedding her clothes to slip into an oversized, off grey button up shirt, she wore a devilishly cheeky smirk that told the breathless man that yes, her legs looked damn good, and oh yes, she knew that she looked dangerously alluring in his clothes
  • Ignis, being the incredible gentleman he is, brushed it off by fake coughing or offering to make her a cup of tea before they slept, but let’s be honest, he was on the edge of a breakdown

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Chance and Choice (Part 7 of 10)

Summary: Reader has just about given up on love. A gag trip to a psychic reveals the supposed name of her soulmate. Will she ever find him?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, some side Natasha x Steve, Wanda x Vision

Word Count: 1,070

Warnings: language, drinking, second-hand embarrassment

A/N: This is a drabble series I’m trying out. It’s my second thing ever posted. PS - Could it really be the James?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -

Originally posted by justall-myfeelings

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“All That’s Best of Dark and Bright” (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Part 25/?

It’s not all sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows every where just because you’re happy and in love. The past has a way of rearing it’s ugly head… heads?

A special thanks to @abovethesmokestacks for being an editor and a cheerleader haha

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Winter seemed to drag on much longer than usual.    Nowhere near as bitter cold or harsh as ones you remembered from your childhood, though there were a few heavy snow falls here and there.    Maybe it was Bucky leaving on missions that caused time to slip by so slowly. Even though you’d spent quite a few winters alone at that point, having him gone felt like forever. He hadn’t been on many, and there were weeks when you both were together at home or the weekly trip to the facility, despite the few times he woke up in a cold sweat and needed your comfort more than usual.    Yet he was still occasionally called out with some of the others to who knows where.    The latest one had taken a small toll on him.    You didn’t pry too much, but had learned that there were some civilians injured, including a couple kids.   No fatalities aside from some bad guys, but it was still the sort of thing that always hit Bucky a little harder. 

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Hello!! I'm so happy I came across this blog, and that it exists. Lets 100% sin together!! How about writing something with saeran since he needs some love too~ Oh and also, do you have an AO3 account which I could follow you on? :) Thanks again!

Omg I’m blushing so much. You are too sweet!!!!! I just started writing like…the day I started this blog 😂. Mystic Messenger really got the creative juices flowing so I don’t actually have an AO3 account! I decided to go off of one of the headcanons I already wrote for Saeran and make it into a longer fic, I hope that’s okay! (This got wildly out of hand too I’m not even sure where it came from)



You’d been through hell and back this week, and this shit was just the icing on the garbage cake. When this white and pink haired man had made you his assistant you thought, sure, how bad can it be? What you weren’t counting on was the psycho cult he seemed to be a part of and that crazy blonde woman who was their leader. Rika. Every time you saw her face it set your teeth on edge - something was seriously wrong with her. Since you were Saeran’s assistant, you had convinced them to let you take over his “medication” - you took one look and almost strangled the vacant eyed girl that had handed them to you.

They were pumping him full of pills that would warp his mind and make him susceptible to brainwashing. It was in small doses, but your blood boiled when you asked how long he’d been on them. Since he was a child? You had to have heard wrong. You HAD to have. So instead of following orders, you switched them out with the bottle of placebos you stole from the lab. You could tell he was starting to feel the effects after so many years of manipulation - Saeran had begun opening up to you, he even LAUGHED at one of your jokes the other day. His entire demeanor changed when you walked through the door, and as much as you tried to stop this train it was clearer every day that you were in love with him.

Stockholm syndrome. It was just a bad case of Stockholm syndrome. Which is what you would say if it weren’t for the fact that there were plenty of other appealing men locked up in this mountain castle with you, and you couldn’t tear your eyes off of this one. You sure as hell weren’t falling in love with Rika. When you walked into his office, there was sweat slicked across his brow and everything on his desk was smashed across the floor.

“Hey, Saeran…tough day?” His head snapped to you, anger simmering right under the surface. “No…I just…Rika was here. I need to be better, work faster. I have to DO THIS. He needs to be PUNISHED!” He screamed into the room, bringing already bloody knuckles down hard onto the desk. You ran to the bathroom, grabbing down the first aid kit and tripping over your own feet in your haste. Saeran was pacing, dripping blood onto the floor when you heaved into the room. You walked over to him and he gaped as you jerked his arm, shoving him onto the desk as you slammed the kit down next to him.

“What the hell are you thinking, busting yourself up like this? Are you any good to us bleeding all over the floor?” He didn’t know what to make of this hissing cat of a woman in front of him, and you were glad to have finally knocked him off his damn high horse. “You think Rika gives a shit if you tear yourself to pieces for Mint Eye’s little scheme? You think she cares if you find your brother and knock his teeth down his throat? Don’t you give me that look, Saeran. I’m not an idiot, I know what you’re doing.” You finished wrapping his knuckles in gauze while you spoke, his eyes burning so hot that you’d be dead if thoughts could kill.

“And who cares if I bust myself up, MC? You? Don’t make me laugh. You’re here until I no longer need you, and I’ll throw you away just like that husband of yours did. You’d know about knocking someone’s teeth down their throat since he did it to you the night you had that miscarriage. You DISGUST me. I could NEVER love someone like - ”

Saeran didn’t get to finish his monologue about your horrible little life because in those last sentences he ripped out your heart - the same heart you’d thought about giving to him. You’d never smacked someone before, even when your ex husband took everything from you in one night - but here you were. Saeran’s left cheek was already turning bright red, and the shock in his eyes was all you saw before a veil of tears clouded your vision and you stalked out of the office.

You grabbed a quilt from a closet and didn’t stop at the door. You weren’t sure where you were going, but when you came upon a beautiful little clearing with a stream nearby, you threw down the blanket and flopped onto it. Tears leaked out as you watched the evening clouds roll by and those old memories flashed through your head. Everything had been going great - your life had been PERFECT for those first couple years of marital bliss…and then your husband had started drinking. At first it had been one here and there, then a six pack after work. When he moved on to liquor he started hitting you, among the casual rape you had accepted as normal.

When you found out you were pregnant that had been the final straw - you’d made up your mind that you were leaving, you wouldn’t let him do this to your baby. You made the mistake of trying to talk to him, and he had snapped. The last thing you remember from that night was him kicking you down a set of stairs - after he had busted your teeth and slammed your stomach with a crow bar. When you woke up in the hospital a month later he had been arrested and was sitting in jail waiting to be sentenced, but your baby was dead.

Saeran knew most of this, and he threw it in your face. When you were done reliving those horrible months, the stars hung in the sky and tears still fell from your eyes. How long had you been crying in this clearing? How many tears could one person cry in a lifetime? You were going to cash this shit in at some point - no more tears past 25. You sat up, rubbing your wet face with the edge of the blanket when you heard someone behind you.

Saeran. There he was, looking like he’d been hit by a truck. Staring at the lines of salt water down your face, you saw him suck in a breath and sigh before he dropped next to you. When he began to talk, your heart broke even more. He’d been abandoned by the one person he had counted on to always be there for him, subjected to torture at the hands of a drunk woman who used him for a paycheck. He’d found his purpose and salvation in Mint Eye, bound by his need for revenge and the mind warping drugs he’d been fed. You listened, and understood.

This man was just as broken as you were. His life had been drug over broken glass and nails, yours through broken bones and fire. You were both in pieces, looking for a way to pick them up - but maybe doing it alone had been the problem. You watched him finish, waiting for you to reject him like everyone else. To walk away, when he needed you just as much as you needed him. He brought his face towards yours, his lips a breath away when he apologized.

You weren’t going to walk away. You’d help him pick up the pieces and you’d build a house from the shards of your hearts. You slanted your mouth to his, playing with his tongue on yours. Saeran groaned, his hand coming up to grip your hair and leaning over you as you pulled him down onto the blanket. There was some fumbling around in the moonlight until you were both stripped bare, his mouth hot on your neck.

“MC…are you sure? I’m not a good man. I don’t deserve-” his words were cut off when you pulled him onto you, your wetness sliding against him. You gasped as he slid himself forward, angling your hips so his tip was at your entrance. “Saeran…I love you. And I want this with you.” His eyes widened at your response, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. He kissed you passionately, sliding into you in one swift movement. You began moving together under the night sky, your moans and gasps filling the small clearing along with the crickets and frogs. It had been so long since you’d been with someone, and you could feel the pressure growing in your hips. You gripped his hair in one hand, the other moving to your clit as his movements came faster and more sloppy. You felt yourself twist around him as your orgasm hit you, his name like a prayer on your lips.

Saeran lasted a few more pumps of his hips until he painted your insides with his seed, groaning his love into your ear. “I love you too, MC. I know I didn’t say it earlier, but…I do. I can’t promise anything, but…” you silenced him with a kiss. It was tender, and he ran his fingers through your hair while you relaxed together on the ground. When you walked back to the house, it was hand in hand - and hearts intertwined.

//aah I’m late already but this got really long??? hopefully 1,013 words makes up for it;; thank you all for the well wishes! I’ll do my best!! to the anon that asked for headcanons, I hope you don’t mind a scenario instead-

There were many cautions about venturing near the sea, all of which have the Port Mafia at fault in some way or another. The notion of getting into life-endangering situations is enough to scare away most and you were of no exception. Added on that the ocean happened to be a place of solace to you, it was especially unfortunate to be warded away like this.

So how did such a withdrawn, timid person such as you end up standing on the beach at the request of a member of that very same mafia?

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I just saw that you are taking writing prompts. I wonder if you could do number 9. with Tony/T'Challa (preferably post CW)? That would be amazing, thank you.

Oh lights go down in the moment we’re lost and found/I just wanna be by your side/If these wings could fly

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Tony took his hand, leading him away from the others. They watched the two pass, some stepping aside when needed, but T’Challa kept his eyes on Tony. “Play a game with me?” Tony asked, and T’Challa replied: “What kind?”

“Stress test for the brain, kitty cat. Can’t let a mind like that go to waste. We’ll call it ‘Remember When?’”

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MafiaAu! Suga (Part 2 - Smut)

*Smut at the end~*

Part 1 I Part 3 I Part 4

Word Count: 1,596 words

You smiled, shyly replying to him and he pecked your lips. He didn’t want to lie to you, you were the best thing he’s got in his life.You moved out of his lap, sitting beside him and resting your head on his shoulder.  He didn’t complain, letting you fall asleep on him and he was left with his thoughts.

“I’ll protect you, I swear.” You shifted in your sleep, leaning against him more and he was careful in moving you so he could pick you up. He lied you down, tucking you in and sneaking back out. His phone rang, he knew it was Jin calling and he picked up immediately.

Marco’s here and he’s looking for you
Fuck, I’ll be there in 10 just stall
Alright boss

He ends the call, going down to the basement and rode his motorcycle to the coffee shop. He saw Jin doing as he was told and he sat at a booth.

“Suga? Where were you, man?”

“I was showing a dickhead who’s boss.”

“That’s the Suga I know, so how’s it been, man?”

“Why are you here, Marco?”

“Straight to the point, you haven’t changed at all. They know.”


“People who want to take you down. They know about you and that university girl.”

“They should know I’ll strangle them with my bare hands if they touch her. Besides, I was going to post guards around her anyways.”

“She doesn’t know about this?”

“My job? She just thinks I’m working here and working as an underground rapper.” Marco opened a pack of cigarettes, lighting one to smoke and looked at Yoongi. He knows that you’ve been in danger since you even muttered his name.

That single bullet from last time, it shook you up badly. You were scared for a few weeks before you relaxed. He had to stay the night almost every day when it happened

“Why can’t you just tell her? I’m sure she’ll still like your ass after.”

“If she gets scared by a single bullet through a window, how the fuck is she going to handle her boyfriend is the leader of a drug ring and she could die because of it?”

“Sugar coat it.” He laughed at his own joke, that crazy son of a bitch. Marco was Yoongi’s eyes beyond the ring, the eyes that saw the hatred from former leaders and members alike. Some were glad to be out, hating the ring or angry, hating Yoongi himself for being at the centre of it all.


“Yeah, Suga?”

“She’s not going to die, is she?”

“Just protect her, man. She’ll be fine.”

“Jin hyung!” He called and he came out with a paper bag. He handed it to Marco, who greedily took it from him and quickly thanked him before leaving.

“What the fuck was in that?”

“Chocolate chip cookies.” Marco always had an addiction for chocolate chip cookies, especially the ones Jin made. He would travel from killing a whole crew on the south to eat Jin’s cookies in the north if Jin called.

“I want the notes, hyung.” Jin unlocked a cupboard and had it in a paper bag too. He handled it to me and I could feel something else in there.

“It’s some cake for her, vanilla creme is her favourite.”

“Yeah, her all time favourite. But she loves Black Forest cake at the moment.”

“Maybe I should add some with it?”

“No, it’s fine. I got somewhere to go.”

“Don’t die, now.”

“I’m not dying as long as she’s breathing.” He said before getting out and back on his bike again. He drove to a warehouse, calling Jimin to show up now. He whined a bit, making Yoongi close to wanting to kill the boy.

Jimin was excellent at trickery, seduced women and men with his skills and looks. He was good at grabbing all the attention like Jin but kept to himself for a long period of time.


“I called you 15 minutes ago, dumb fuck.”

“Hyung, it’s 2 am, I was asleep!”

“Surprised you can sleep at a time like this. There are eyes.”

“Fuck. The girl, our weakest link.” He grabbed Jimin’s collar and stared him dead in the eyes.

“What the fuck did you say about her?”

“Well, I mean-”

“You work for me and you dare to say that fucking shit to my face. Call her the weakest link again and I’ll be sure to let you die in the most torturous way possible, you can bet your ass I would.”

“S-sorry, hyung.” He let go and Jimin cleared his throat.

“Find some guards to pose as her friends. Tell them I’ll kill them on the spot, even if they make the slightest mistake and get back to me tomorrow.”

“I only got 24 hours?!”

“Quit whining like a fucking baby and do what I say, Jimin.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Now, get out. I’m going home.” He went back to his bike and rode back to your apartment basement. He walked back in, seeing a plate with a little note on it.

‘Baby? I left you some dinner and please cuddle me when you get back’

You make him so damn whipped, why the fuck does he love it? He warmed and ate the food you left him before slipping in the bedroom. Your body looked restless and he slipped in next to you.

He wrapped his arm around you, your body now on your side and your head readying on his chest. You looked so angelic to him, reminding him of the innocent he lost a long time ago.


“Kitten, I thought you were asleep?”

“I can’t sleep well without you.”

“I’m here, now sleep kitten.” You got on top of him, surprising him and he looked at you.

“I-I want you.” You were glad he couldn’t see your blush properly and you rolled your hips against his. You grind against him slowly, his hands on your working hips.

“You won’t sleep tonight, then.” He was quick to remove clothes and get you under him. Your neck was his target, every hickey a hit on it. He moved down, kissing your breasts and kneading them roughly.

“Y-Yoongi..” You whine his name, wanting him to touch more. His touch made your skin tingle, his cold ring glimmers against your skin. The moonlight just peeks into your room, enough for him to see you still blushing.

He smirked pompously before getting between your legs. You knew what his fingers and tongue could do to you, those nights where he would watch you cum over and over again for him to see how far he could take you.

“Such a wet little pussy, kitten.”

“Y-Yoongi.” You whimpered as his fingers tease your pussy and his tongue plays with your clit. He repeats this, loving the reaction he got each time he did it. He really began with two fingers into your pussy, so fast that you could feel the bed shaking.

“Mhm.” His words were muffled against your pussy and you moaned for the vibrato. He was relentless, vicious and hungry for more of your moans.

You couldn’t contain your orgasm, spilling it on him and he continued. You didn’t last longer than the last, your pussy still sensitive from the first orgasm.

He pulled his fingers out of you and lied down. You crawled on top of him, kissing him and your tongue tangled with each other. Your hand pressed against his chest and his hands gripped at your hips again.

You pulled away and went back to his bulge. Your hand palmed over him, hearing a little mumble from him. You unzipped his pants, pulled down his boxers a little before meeting his cock again.

“Kitten.” You licked him, hearing the warning in his voice. You licked him quickly before taking him into your mouth. You made eye contact with him, seeing him groaning lowly for you.

You bobbed your head faster, wanting to hear more of his groans. He grabbed your hair, controlling your pace so he wouldn’t cum in your mouth.

“Such a fucking dirty little tongue you have.” He made his cock hit the back of your throat, careful not to make you gag. He pushed your head off his cock, wanting to feel more than your tongue around him.

He sat you with one of your legs over his and the other under his. Your pussy was teased by the tip of his cock before he slid right in. Your hands immediately hold onto him and he thrusts into you.

“God damn-Y-Yoongi.” He was almost silent, focusing on making you a mess in front of him. You held onto him as he continued to drill you.

He pushes you down, holding one of your legs and plunging deeper into you. Your voice was straining and curses filled the room. His name kept escaping your lips and you didn’t want it to stop.

“I want your dirty little pussy to cum.” He said, making it an order and his hand played with your clit. You screamed when he repeatedly pinch it as he thrusts faster into you.

You came. The exhaustion hitting you and he kept thrusting until he finished inside you.

“I love you, Yoongi.”

“I love you more, kitten.” He kissed you, taking away any breath you had left in you. It scared you how easy it is for him to take control of your body but you loved it anyway.

“Stay with me please.”

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Prompt were Emma finds out she’s pregnant sometime in season 5. Angsty at the most part but cute and fluffy in the end. Hope you like it!!

Also on Wattpad and “Captain Swan ~ One Shots” by iwafy97


She felt the dreamcatcher burning her hands and let it fall to the floor. She shouldn’t do this. Staying hidden and crying wouldn’t help her. But she didn’t know what else to do. She was all alone, with everyone considering her as a villain and without knowing what to do. She’d thought that seeing Killian strong and alive would be enough. She’d even hoped that he would agree to be with her, no matter the darkness. But she was obviously fooling herself. Killian despised the darkness much less when it was inside the woman he loved.

You will always lose the ones you love the most.

Gold’s words came back to her mind and she waved her hand delicately. A small object appeared in her palm and for a while, she denied to look at it.

“Congratulations, dearie.”

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find an injured man against the side of your building and you recognise him to be the Winter Soldier— the one who kicked Captain America’s ass in DC. (Un)fortunately, you’re a good person who helps anyway.
Words: 1,843
Warnings: language + mentions of blood and stuff
Notes: I’ve never had stitches nor have I ever had to give someone stitches so I’m making shit up as I go. Also never written in second person before, either. I’m used to third person so like… was this good or should I just stop pls help

Originally posted by blackinjustice

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anonymous asked:

Can you do 'I was singing in the shower and you harmonized with me' with wolfstar of jegulus? Thank you! And I'm absolutely in love with your blog!!!!

I love how @angry-space-ravenclaw basically made Jegulus a thing - It’s so freaking awesome! I’ve never actually written them before, but I have read her stuff, so I’ll try not to muck it up too badly. 


James finished his workout, the sweat basically pouring off of him. He felt disgusting but also extremely satisfied with himself. He whistled as he made his way into the showers. There was no way he was going to change into his work clothes in the state he was currently in. 

He stepped under the spray and let the warm water sluice over his aching muscles. He’d been hitting the gym a lot harder recently, ever since his divorce. It kept his mind off things that he’d rather not think about.

He and Lily had always had a rocky relationship. She hadn’t even wanted to be with him to begin with, always hated him, until one day she didn’t. They’d gotten married too young, before either of them could really think about what they were to each other. It was no wonder that it had all gone up in flames. 

But for one rare moment, James Potter was feeling good. He’d worked off his stress about his marriage and his job and every other damn thing. Not to mention, an unfairly gorgeous bloke had caught his eye while he had been using the free weights. His short black hair had been glistening with sweat as he ran on the treadmill. James hadn’t meant to stare, but it had been difficult to look away. Their eyes had met through the mirror and the other man had grinned at him.

James smiled to himself as he began to rub his bar of soap over his body. He wasn’t sure what came over him, but he found himself singing. “I know you belong to somebody new but tonight you belong to me. Although we’re apart, you’re a part of my heart, but tonight you belong to me. Down by the stream, how sweet it would seem, once more just to dream in the moonlight. My honey I know, by the dawn you’ll be gone, but tonight you belong to me, just to little old me.”

He began again, just because he could. He hadn’t heard someone else come in and so he wasn’t being self-conscious about his singing. 

“I know,” 

“I know,” someone else sang from the next shower over.

“You belong to somebody new but tonight you belong to me.” James sang and heard the other voice harmonize with him. 


“Although,” the stranger echoed.

“We’re apart, you’re a part of my heart, but tonight you belong to me.” 

It wasn’t a very long song and soon they had finished together. James poked his head out and found the man who had caught his eye earlier doing the same. They grinned at each other and then burst out laughing. 

“Fan of The Jerk huh?” the man asked.

“Yeah,” James said, wrapping his towel around his waist and quickly shutting off the shower. “You?”

“Yeah,” the man said, putting his own towel around. “My brother used to make us watch it all the time as kids. He loved that bit with the cans.”

James chuckled. “Your brother has excellent taste then.”

“I’m Regulus, by the way,” the man said, holding out his hand. “I figured we’ve already harmonized together, we should probably be better acquainted.”

“Only makes sense,” James said, shaking the man’s hand. “James Potter.”

“Oh shit,” Regulus said, quickly taking his hand away. “Sorry.”

“What’s wrong?” James asked, frowning. Everything had been going so well. 

“You’re married, I - How do I always end up flirting with the married ones?” Regulus asked, running his fingers through his damp hair. 

“Oh no, I’m not -” James said quickly. “Well, I was. Divorced. I should have taken it off ages ago. I guess I’m just used to it.”

Regulus eyed him for a moment. “You’re not lying to me, are you?” he asked, clearly skeptical.

“Not lying,” James said, giving him a small smile for reassurance. “Wife and I split up six months ago. The divorce was finalized two weeks ago.” 

“That sucks, I’m sorry,” Regulus said, looking like he wanted to pat James’ arm in sympathy but he refrained. 

James shrugged. “Better to know now that it doesn’t work than to keep trying, right?” 

“I suppose,” Regulus said, cocking his head to the side. “I’ve never been married so I can’t claim to be an expert on any of it.”

James shuffled his feet. He didn’t really like talking about the divorce. “I have a kid,” he blurted out, unsure why he felt this stranger should know. “Harry. He’s two and he’s great. He’s my favorite thing in the world and I get him half of every week, Wednesday through Saturday morning.”

Regulus smiled. “Does he look like you?”

“Yeah,” James said, usually proud of that fact. “He has his mum’s eyes.”

“Then I bet he’s a real cute kid,” Regulus responded, heading towards the locker room, probably to get changed. 

“Hey!” James called out. Regulus turned back and looked at him expectantly. “Just to be clear, you were in fact flirting with me?”

Regulus laughed. “I was,” he assured him. 

“Haven’t put you off it, have I?” James asked, biting his bottom lip.

“Nope,” Regulus said, popping the p of the word. He disappeared into the locker room and James wasn’t sure if he should follow of give Regulus some privacy. After all, he probably shouldn’t see him naked before their first date or he’d never get through it. Instead he stood with his back against the wall and waited. 

Regulus appeared a few minutes later holding his gym back and a business card. He walked up to James and handed him the card. “Regulus Black,” he said. “My brother and I own a tattoo parlor together. Call me sometime, yeah?” 

“I will,” James said, nodding. He regretted not going in now, he was undoubtably curious about whether or not Regulus had any tattoos and where. 

“Just don’t tell my brother we met singing together at the gym or I’ll never hear the end of it,” Regulus warned him. “Also, when you call, if he picks up the phone he might interrogate you a bit. He does that but don’t be alarmed, I don’t take his opinion into account when I date. At least not much.”

“I’ll be as charming as I can,” James said with a nod. 

“Shouldn’t be too difficult for you,” Regulus joked, walking backwards towards the exit. 

James grinned and headed into the locker room to change. He put Regulus’ card in a safe spot in his wallet so that he wouldn’t lose it. As he made his way to work, he whistled their song and couldn’t wait to give Regulus a call. 

The Leash Game

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: McHanzo (top McCree)

Warning: NSFW, lazy editing, shitty humor, PWP, AU

Summary: Jesse makes a deal with Hanzo about a stuffy party that he doesn’t really want to go to. 

A/N: This is pretty much so longwinded. Probably some inconsistencies here and there. I’m sorry. I am very tired. This is pretty much my first real kinda sorta McHanzo fic. And the first fic I’ve written in a long time. Please be gentle with me, lol. Inspired by all the fucking terrifying dogs that are in my neighborhood when I take my terrible dog for her walks. 

He stands in front of the mirror, two neckties draped across his forearm. They are both fashionable, silk and expensive. One of them—a soft, powder blue—brings out the richness of his eyes.  The other—a bold, elegant red—makes a statement. It exclaims pride, confidence, power.

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Set about a week after 12x03

“It’s not that funny,” Dean huffed, his eyes shooting daggers at the guy who’d struck up a conversation with Cas at the bar. It was their first hunt post-Mary and Dean had been eager to finish off with a bar. Hell, the skeeviest dive he could find, just because he knew he would have never taken his mother here. 

They’d all plopped down at a booth and ordered a round. Sam knew his brother well enough to stay quiet, but Cas, well, Cas kept trying to talk about his feelings and so really, Dean had no choice but to send Cas to the bar to get them another round.

He hadn’t anticipated Cas to get sidelined by a guy who looked like he could be a Hemsworth. And he really hadn’t expected Cas to react the way he was. The damn angel was laughing at that dipshit’s jokes like he was the funniest guy in the world. He even brushed a hand against the man’s solid chest.

Which, for whatever reason, only made Dean grumpier.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Gabe finding a leather coat abandoned on a rock on the beach. It's nice and about his size. It's his now, it will just need some cleaning. Cue Blond Mr. America showing up at his door who apparently has no idea where or who he is. Selkie Jack trying to get his seal skin disguised as coat back from Gabe without tipping him off.

This is going to be a two parter O.O. Blame @0ldsoldiersneverdie. This is also written for them as well and I hope y’all like this. Also @sintharius for the enjoying a rainy day prompt.

Businessman!Gabriel and Selkie!Jack.


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One of the things Gabriel enjoyed doing when he had the chance to come home was to have a nice, quiet stroll down the beach. His family lived by the seaside and the habit was bred into his blood. Having the job that he did, Gabriel travelled a lot, and with the whirlwind of work that constantly circled him, a drop of private silence was a treasure more valuable than all the money he made.

Gabriel supposed his various, fancy and stuck up business partners would laugh at this quaint habit of his, walking down the empty beaches of California at 3 a.m. and, if there was enough lighting, picking up curious seashells or strange bits of rocks to carry home. It was a bit silly and made him seem like a pack rat, even Gabriel had to admit, but looking at the worn shoe box, which housed his collection, on long trips around the world brought him a semblance of peace, steeling him for the cold, hard daily routines of the cooperative reality.

On one of those nights, when weak moonlight bled through heavy clouds, Gabriel’s wandering steps chanced upon a curious object. At first, he thought it was one of those shimmering stones washed ashore and buried under the sand over time. However, under closer inspection, Gabriel found that it was something else entirely different, barely dusted under the smooth sand. A jacket, made with fine leather that was soft to the touch despite the misuse, the cut simple but tasteful, ivory and lined with a strange, glimmering blue material that Gabriel couldn’t quite place. He flipped and scrutinised the jacket as much as he could under the torch of his phone and, aside from the plush lining inside, didn’t find any significant detail as to whom this lost article of clothing was. It was clearly expensive, custom-made even, and it was shame seeing such a beautiful creation being so mistreated. Though, who would be stupid enough to wear something so thick in this kind of weather, even if it was supposed to be winter here? Who would be the wasteful idiot to throw away something that must’ve cost a fortune?

Gabriel shrugged, it was California after all and people did all kind of crazy shit here. The businessman stood, brushing off the sand on his knees.

Finder’s keeper.

Gabriel flew out to Moscow two hours later and couldn’t believe his sheer luck. The picked-up jacket kept him warm and the vague scent of the sea accompanied Gabriel through his luxurious but dreary life. Somehow, it made him feel a little less lonely.

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For @turtlegalfox88 ! This was super fun to write. Mermen for the win. 

Usually, surfing was entertaining. The waves were beautiful this time of year. The swell was absolutely perfect. It drew people from around the world. Surfers, photographers, normal beachgoers gawked at the sight of such wonder. And that was just the beginning. At dusk, things got a lot more exciting. People grew tired, left their spots, and the whole entire ocean was just for the surfers.

For Evan.

Evan had a special spot. Right by the rocks, a new sense of danger besides from the crashing waves. They curled quicker there, too, foamy at the top and rode fast toward shore. He loved it, loved the adrenaline. He was addicted. The only moment he felt truly free was on his board. The others even gave him the nickname “Night Owl.” The only surfer left under the moon. There were rumors saying he could fly. Not true, of course, he just went really fast.

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funhaustagram  asked:

ok but while they're in fiji, bruce is aggressively trying his best to deny his feelings for adam. they spent a lot of time together at rtxau and he was completely enamored when adam would make bad jokes at whatever panel and how adorable he was every time he got a little tipsy and giggly at their group dinners. now they're in a tropical vacation resort, adam's getting so goddamn tan and bruce is very screwed. both barbara and bethany are pushing him to make a move but he's /nervous/, dammit.

ok yes yes good good idk if you wanted to go back n forth or if u wanted me to write something but i felt the need to write something i felt it in my bones man

grovic fiji brocation extravaganza 2k16 floof under the cut

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For Me, This Is Heaven

((A/N: Yay 40’s Dean! It’s my new favorite AU, though I’m actually tossing around a few more AU’s to branch off of. I gotta say I love the clothing from the forties, though. For reference, Y/F/N just refers to your full name. I also researched the hell out of this, and the books are fucking amazing if you haven’t read them. Maltese Falcon is one of Jim Beaver’s favorites, too! Oh, Goodreads. What can’t you do. That said, Animal Farm and Maltese Falcon are my recommendations. Tagging @aprofoundbondwithdean

Pairing: 40′s!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2200

Warnings: Language))

The war had been over for a year now and still you had yet to ‘snag a husband’, as your mother would have said. It had been the spawn of many a fight in your household and continued to be so until you had moved in with your best friend and her husband. They had insisted it was no burden, living in the in-law of their home. You’d managed to get a job as a waitress and it paid the bills.

World War II had been a terrible one, certainly. So many had lost their lives including your brother. Benny had been a good man, and one you cared for. You were there when the letter was delivered to your mother and you heard the General claim he had died saving others’ lives. What little consolation that was.

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