might not look like it but trust me

Laucy VS Camren

Well, this is not a theory. I got up to these pics and they hit me like a truck. I’m not a morning person, but this even overpowered what an alarm could do.

I admit I wasn’t on the best state to see these pics because I just got my heart broken. So seeing the 1st pic posted on wildflyme’s instagram was breaking my heart even more because I’m a camren shipper af.

These pics are so sensual, yes. They both look really happy. With the fragile state of me right now, even the 1st pic had me so down and sad because my ship has lost in the middle of nowhere LOL. It felt as if my heart was ripped to two.

But again, this is media. One thing that is consistent about me wherever I am on social media (Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr) is that I don’t trust media anymore. MTV is one of them. I don’t even believe in Billboard, then how can I even trust MTV? This is the link

http://www.mtv.com/news/2995972/lauren-jauregui-lucy-vives-photoshoot/?xrs=_s.tw_news


After all, we all know, these are from a photoshoot in November 2016.

There are many possibilities out there, but I’m just gonna narrow them down to 2 possibilities here. If I list all the possibilities one by one, it might end up like a novel. It’s better to just focus on two.

1. Laucy did date just like what was mentioned in the article and Camren was NOT real or even if Camren might be dating at some point

2. Laucy did date just like what was mentioned in the article, but Camren IS real as well

You know, when you read these 2 possibilities, you will feel like, “No, I think..” or “Wait.. but..” Save it. Let’s just focus on these 2, because I know it’s a never ending debate if we talk about all possibilities.

But now, let’s see the big picture and let’s stop with “No, Camren is real” and “No, Laucy is real” debate. Let’s look at another point of view here. What if both ships are real?

For me, the 2nd possibility is what I believe. You know I don’t trust media anymore just like what I said earlier. But, what was mentioned in MTV is STILL one of the many possibilities, right? We can’t just exclude it just because we are denying that Laucy is real.

Laucy might be real at some point (or not). They mentioned they dated on and off for a few years. They have known each other since high school. The context of “a few years” might be around 2 - 3 years. That’s my definition. 4 years for a relationship for me is a long time. I can’t define it as only “a few” years. But, what if this happened before Camila and Lauren met each other? Or what if this happened before Camila and Lauren realized they fell in love with each other? For God’s sake, this might happened during the X Factor as well, and Laucy & Camren might be a complicated love triangle (okay, I’m delusional but this is one of the million possibilities out there, right?)

It was mentioned in MTV article that they did this photoshoot as part of their coming out. It was mentioned “They did really like each other” but there was no timeline mentioned about when they had the relationship. It was only mentioned “They dated for a few years”.

Those photoshoot pics might break my heart, but I’m not losing my Camren heart. No.. Why? Because of these.

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I’m sorry but they look really happy here as well? Or are you still gonna call me delusional?

Well, these gifs seem too friendly though. But these iconic moments will always be in our minds.

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Originally posted by pureheartsaredope

Your other expressions can lie, but your eyes will never lie. These gifs are heart-warming to be honest.

Then, these indirects.

Lol, I’m sorry for being extra on this. But have you realized that the article confirmed yet killing Laucy at the same time?

I’m NOT losing hope on what I call as true love. I might be so lowkey about it on my instagram and twitter accounts cause I use those platform for another purpose. I never posts about Camren there. But here, in Tumblr, I’m quite vocal about it. I might not be as intense as the other Camren accounts, and I might be lowkey about it, but since the very beginning my fan account was made, I AM a Camren shipper.

You have your right to believe what you wanna believe, but I believe in true love and that revolves around Camren, because the way Lauren looks at Camila is love.

P.S. Guys, I don’t know why but on my phone the pictures shown are only a few. Even the indirect pics are only one which is shown. Is it like that in your phone as well? Because I posted this using my laptop. If you see it from the laptop or computer, you’ll see all the trolls lol

Masterpost of Cryptic Shit from The Adventure Zone

Because damn Griffin’s given us a lot of mysteries to work with. (Excerpts from the show under the cut.)

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materassassino  asked:

Allura and Lance, comparing the Broganes over a spa day.

           Lance stretched and leaned back. “Man, this is so much nicer than the pool.”

           It turned out the Castle had a “Rejuvenation Suite,” or, as Lance insisted on calling it, a “Space Spa.” Allura decided it wasn’t worth correcting him, especially not now.

           She and Lance were each ensconced in a single-person soaking tub filled with medicinal and rejuvenating herbs and salts. She’d chosen the “Relaxation” packet; Lance had gone for “Revitalizing”. Soft scents wafted through the room, changing from juniberry to starpetal to arcleaf, drifting from one to the other like a lazy hummingbee. There was a quiet background music, just loud enough to hear if you wanted to, but quiet enough to ignore if that was your desire. The lights dimmed and brightened at slow, random intervals, never getting too bright or too hot. It was like shifting sunlight.

           Lance had his eyes closed as he sighed happily. “Can I just live here? Like, can this be my room?”

           She laughed a little and closed her own eyes. “No. The Rejuvenation Suite is for everyone’s use. And if you bring Keith down here, you two have to behave. These tubs are single occupancy.”

           He snorted. “We’ll behave when you and Shiro behave.”

           She sat upright so quickly her tub sloshed a little. Fortunately, there was no spillage. “We behave!” she insisted.

           Lance cracked one eye to look at her doubtfully. “You two were behaving last week when we caught you in the kitchen? THAT was behaving?”

           Allura blushed and resettled herself in the tub. “Yes, actually, that was behaving.” She knew she probably shouldn’t, but the impulse hit her and she couldn’t help herself. “You should see what he’s like when we’re in the Black Lion together.”

           Lance snickered and closed his eyes. “I do not need to see that. Well… actually, I might not mind, but Keith would hit the ceiling.”

           “Really? He doesn’t seem sex-averse at all.”

           “Oh, trust me, Princess, he very much IS NOT.” She rolled her head over to find him grinning. “But he and Shiro have that whole ‘bro’ thing going on. He gets squidgy about it.”

           “‘Squidgy’?”

           “Yeah, y’know: squidgy.”

           “I know a dozen different languages, and none of them have such a word.”

           “It’s kind of like ‘ew’ but with more ‘ugh’ to it.”

           Her brow furrowed. “Anyway, he doesn’t like hearing about Shiro’s sex life? Is that the point you’re trying to make?”

           “Yeah, pretty much. I don’t mind though.”

           She laughed. “You already saw some of it! And, for the record, I was just trying to make tea. The rest of that was all his idea.” She cleared her throat. “Sometimes it feels like you and Keith aren’t even dating at all. If you hadn’t announced it over the Castle’s comm systems, I might not even believe it.”

           “Eh, Keith isn’t a big PDA person.”

           “Peedee… ?”

           “Eyyyyyyyyyy!” he finished with a grin. “Yeah, Public Displays of Affection. It kind of drove me nuts at first, but then I realized that it’s,” his voice softened from smugness into quiet satisfaction, “well, it’s kind of like I get to keep all of that to myself. Just for me.”

           “Aww, that’s kind of sweet.”

           “It is, isn’t it? It’s actually amazing how sweet Keith can be sometimes. Like, even when I think he’s not listening to me, and I’m just babbling and being annoying, he’ll say or do something days later that proves he really heard me. Like when I was running out of my moisturizer, and he…”

           “Oh, is that why he asked me about that? I thought maybe you were just rubbing off on him.”

           “Every chance I get!” Lance declared.

           She rolled her eyes, but stayed on subject. “He got that for you?”

           “Yeah, he did. And it works great, by the way!”

           “You are glowing,” she confirmed, “but I just assumed that was because of Keith himself and not the new skincare product.”

           Lance blushed a little but rolled his head over, opened both eyes, and grinned. “I ain’t the only one glowin’ around here, sister.”

           “I am not your sister nor am I glowing.”

           “GLOOOWWWINNNNG,” he insisted in a sing-song voice. “Shiro smiles and you light up like a Christmas tree.”

           “I don’t know what that is, but I’m certain you’re overstating it.” She was trying to ignore the fact that her face was heating up.

           “He’s a little more PDA than Keith is, anyway. The little cheek kisses and things like that. You two are like something out of a storybook.”

           “Oh, stop that, we are not.”

           “You totally are! The beautiful princess and her dashing knight! Er, paladin, in this case. It’s perfect.”

           “Well, you and Keith are the brothers-in-arms who always have each other’s backs, fighting side-by-side against evil. So I’m fairly certain you’re a storybook refugee yourself.”

           Lance grinned widely and leaned back against the tub. “Face it, Allura: You and I are pretty much the two luckiest people in the universe.”

           She smirked a little. “No, we’re not. Shiro and Keith are.”

           “I stand corrected.”

Make Believe

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader pose as a couple to lure a vampire

Word Count:  2540

Warnings:  Smut, language, near death situation

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by winsmut

Make Believe

We were in the middle of this hunt when Mary called. We couldn’t exactly walk out on this, so Sam had volunteered to help Mary while Dean and I stay behind to finish the job.

Which led to the situation that I’m now in. It’s not so much a situation as a ‘how the holy fuck did it end up like this’ type of scenario. At the moment, as I sit in the Impala at the edge of a secluded forest with Dean, I wish that Dean had gone and Sam had stayed.

Not that it wouldn’t have been weird with Sam. It would have been weird, just a different kind of weird. Normal weird, not weird-weird. Sure, Sam is six plus feet of handsome, but the relationship I have with him is more sibling-ish. I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for Sam - the kind where my heart races a bit faster when he’s near and my girly bits get all tingly. Dean, on the other hand, has that effect on me. My relationship with Dean is strictly platonic, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. And boy, do I ever dream. The man is fucking sex on bow-legs. Can you blame a girl?

Here’s the thing about this particular vampire - he’s got a bit of a twisted fetish. His tastes run into the kinky. He likes to take his victims mid-coitus. Doing the nasty. Knocking boots. The horizontal Mambo. He’s a real piece of work. Like I said, he’s a kinky son of a bitch.

His modus operandi is to kill the male and snatch the female. We haven’t quite figured out what he does with the girls, but our best guess is he turns them. And keeps them for his own amusement, if you catch my drift.

But I’m getting off course here. Right now my gut is swirling with butterflies, my heart pounding loudly enough that this vampire can probably hear it a mile off. In just a moment, I’m going to be making out with Dean. Sure, it’s for the greater good, I volunteer as tribute, blah blah blah. I know it’s not real, it’s just for show, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m staring at his lips and he’s giving me that cocky as hell smirk, you know the one I’m talking about. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and I practically swoon. I’m like Scarlet fucking O’hara, I’ve got a case of the vapors. I might actually pass out.  

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Gift Guide for Her

I pride myself in being a very generous gift giver, especially during Christmas time when my room is littered with wrapping paper and ribbons which will aid me in wrapping two or three presents per person. Perhaps because I am a girl, deciding on gifts to give to women always comes easier for me than choosing what to give to men which is why I jumped at the chance of compiling a list to help you decide what to give to the special women in your life.

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“You seem very put together and secure in one self so I’m going to ask you this, and I would prefer it wasn’t publicly posted. Even if you don’t respond, that’s okay, but at this point I feel like I would appreciate a wiser person’s perspective. My boyfriend and I broke up, which may sound petty, but the shitty way I feel is not. It was because he was too overwhelmed to put effort into it. What would you suggest is the best way to move on from said breakup? HOW DO YOU PURGE YOURSELF OF EMOTION”

I asked this reader for permission to pull her question out of my askbox and answer it publicly because it seemed like it might be useful to more than one person considering becoming an emotional robot.

Dear Unnamed Reader,

First: you’re not going to like my advice.

Second: you don’t have to take it. I’m really only adequately equipped to give advice on how to be more like me, and trust me, sources are widely divided on whether this is a good thing. 

Third: I don’t think your turmoil is petty. One thousand ships have been launched in the name of a bad break-up.

Fourth: You ask me how to purge yourself of emotion. I reckon this must mean I don’t look like a hot mess on the internet, which is good to know. But I assure you that when something pings my emotional radar, I feel all feelings at level 11. Example? This morning, I gave Lover a ride to an errand. We took my old Camaro. On the interstate ramp, I put the car through its paces and experienced the burst of joy that comes in third gear at 4400 rpm. Once the car had settled, I realized Lover was staring at me. “God,” he said, “can you be any more happy?” No. No, in fact, I couldn’t. Emotions are binary in Maggie Stiefvater. You should have seen me when I first heard Two Door Cinema Club’s “Sun.” I almost died from happiness. 

But that also means my negative emotions are dialed to 11. I don’t often get upset — I’ve just become so unreasonably plucky that I assume all woes are transient, so whatevs. Because of my outsized belief in my ability to problem-solve, I really only get upset when I feel powerless. 2015 turned out to be the year of powerlessness: terrible things happening to friends, to my family, in the world. I finally broke last weekend over a comparatively tiny thing —a news article printed stuff about me that was so hilariously not true that I thought no one would believe it, particularly as the truth was still perfectly findable. But they did. And I couldn’t do a thing about it without stirring things up more and getting yet more messages telling me how glad they were to see me shot down from my Raven Cycle induced high blah blah etc. A minuscule thing — but yet more powerlessness after a year of epic powerlessness. I proceeded to launch 1,000 emotional ships. Work ground to a halt. I listened to Kygo’s remix of Matt Corby’s “Brother” 62 times in a row without pause. I sat under my office desk, only emerging to give in to to my OCD, which demanded, among other things, 17 clothing changes in 8 hours because SEAMS GOD THE SEAMS WHY. I blew a deadline. I flew to Colorado. I exceeded the speed limit in a rental Nissan that was not meant to exceed the speed limit. I blew another deadline. I paced until I couldn’t feel my knees. I thought about how I’d ruled out self-harm as an option a decade ago. I returned home. I sat on the shower floor for a very long time. I failed to sleep. I could have pretended that I wasn’t hurting, but — 

Fifth: you cannot cut out the sad emotions without cutting out the happy ones. 

Sixth: I am a disgustingly happy person. I fucking love life. The number of things in life that please me daily continues to astonish me, considering how terrible the world is. But I’m a happy person because I’m also sometimes a wretchedly sad person or terribly angry person. If you want to live life turned up all the way, you have to be open to the possibility of both joy or despair. 

Seventh: which brings me to the advice you’re not going to like: being miserable right now is not a bad thing. What you’re feeling is a valid response to a situation that you feel powerless in. It’s horrible. But you feeling genuine pain now means that you can — and will — feel genuine happiness at some point. Agony and joy come from the same place: being emotionally invested in your own life. 

Eighth: The way back to happiness is getting out of the cycle of powerlessness — basically, finding a place you can have agency again. Your misery is going to want you to find a way to be powerful in your current miserable situation. If you’re anything like me, you’ve rehearsed a few thousand options in your head. Calling him and winning him back. Making him feel as sad as you. Sending ugly greeting cards to his mother. Anything that would make you feel like you’re not completely helpless. But you need to find something else that you can be the boss of. Remind yourself of the things that make you feel like a badass. It doesn’t matter how silly or stupid they are. It can be as difficult as a project that you think will change the world, or as easy as playing a song that always gets you high. Do that.

Ninth: Do not listen to Kygo’s remix of “Brother.” It will not cheer you up.

Tenth: There is no tenth, but I really wanted one. So eat more leafy green vegetables.

urs,

Stiefvater


ETA I CHANGED IT TO 2015 I DON’T KNOW WHY I KEEP CALLING THIS YEAR 2016

Off Guard

Summary: When a former HYDRA agent is brought in with a change of heart, Steve and Tony disagree on how to proceed. Peter, however, takes matters into his own hands.

Author’s Note: Yes, you guys, another one shot. I’m getting the vibe you might prefer these at the moment? Anyway, cheers to @littlemisssyreid for giving me the idea and for betareading like a boss

Peter Parker Masterlist

Masterlist

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Steve looked you up and down as he sat opposite you, his brows furrowed.

“You seem awful calm for a girl in your situation,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Not much I can do, really, is there?” you replied, leaning back as far as your cuffs would allow you.

Steve let out a dry chuckle and shook his head lightly.

“You know, I’ve spent most of my life fighting your kind.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Shouldn’t you be a bit more scared? I mean, you’re just a kid, after all.”

You let out a scoff of laughter, shaking your head softly.

“I worked for HYDRA, and you thought I’d be scared? I must say, I thought you were smarter than that, Captain.”

He leaned back, cocking his head to the side as he watched you. You didn’t break eye-contact for a second.

“And what makes you think we’ll trust you? What makes you think we’re not going to send you straight into solitary confinement?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t for a second think you’d trust me. I mean, an ex-HYDRA agent walks straight up to your front door and says she wants to help you out? Not likely,” you mused, a soft smile on your face. “And as for the ‘solitary confinement’ bit, I don’t think there’s any chance of that happening, because, as you so gracefully pointed out, I’m just a kid. There’s no way you’d let that happen.”

“You don’t think I’d let that happen?”

“Oh, absolutely not. Captain, you might have your flaws, but you really are Captain America. You look deeper than that. You’ve probably already conjured up a thousand theories about how an innocent child like me gets herself involved in an organisation like that one. Spoiler alert: it’s never the child’s fault.”

“Yet, you’ve suddenly had a change of heart, have you?”

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11 Things Everyone Dealing With BDD Should Say (But Can’t).

1. “I’m sorry that I’m constantly focused on my appearance; I don’t mean to irritate anybody. But I can’t stop.”

2. “When I rant about how shitty I look, it’s not to get sympathy, and it’s definitely not to make anybody else feel worse about themselves. It’s actually just how I see myself, every day - And sometimes I just get sick of it.”

3. “Please don’t tell me it’s all in my head. It doesn’t help.”

4. “Don’t tell me I’m being ‘superficial’, ‘trivial’, or ‘obsessive’. I’m already fully fucking aware - trust me.”

5. “I’m sorry I can’t stop fixating on diets, or surgery, or whatever fucking fix I think I need. Again, I’m fully aware that I’m as obsessive as hell.”

6. “I don’t mean to give off the impression that looks are all that matter. They’re not. I know they’re not, but it feels like they are.”

7. “The only person I’m judging by these insane standards is myself.”

8. “Every time I’m in public, I can tell people are staring at me. I know they might not be, I know they probably couldn’t care less about a random passer-by like me, but I can tell they’re staring at me.”

9. “I hate myself every time I look in the mirror - and not knowing if what I’m seeing is ‘real’, an ‘exaggeration’, or ‘not as bad as I think it is’, only makes me feel worse.”

10. “I’m sorry if you’re feeling fed up with me. I’m pretty damn fed up with me too.”

11. “I don’t want to be perfect. I just want to be more than this.”

I mean.

What, pray tell, THE FUCK?

OK, so like, here’s the thing. Fuck this scene but also FUCK, THIS SCENE! Because like THIS IS WHAT FIGHTS LOOK LIKE?

Like we all know what Killian’s struggling with THE SMOL DUMB ASSHOLE WHO I LOVE.  And this was possibly the WORST WAY to handle this but here we are and like EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SLAYS ME IN THE BEST WAY? I AM A SUCKER FOR WELL WRITTEN ANGST OK?

LOOK AT HER BODY LANGUAGE THO. THE STEPS BACK, THE RAISED HANDS. LIKE, AT THIS POINT SHE’S FEELING BETRAYED AF AND CONCERNED ABOUT HOW HE MIGHT NOT TRUST HER WITH HIS PAIN BUT ALSO, BECAUSE THIS IS EMMA SWAN, SHE’S NOT ABLE TO SORT OF ANALYSE IT?

SHE IMMEDIATELY GOES WALLS UP EMMA SWAN. CALLING HIM ‘HOOK’ AND NOT MEETING HIS EYES. LIKE THIS IS ABOUT PROTECTING HERSELF FOR HER WHERE SHE BELIEVES THAT HE’S HIDING THINGS FROM HER AND THAT HE DOESN’T TRUST HER.

WHEREAS HE’S JUST STUCK ON SORT OF, I DID THIS HORRIBLE THING IN THE PAST AND EVERYONE WILL HATE ME.

AND REMEMBER HOW SHE’S THINKING HOW HE COULD HIDE THIS FROM HER AND SO SHE ASKS HIM.

AND HE IS SO ON THE WRONG PAGE. LIKE BOTH THEIR CONCERNS ARE SO FUCKING VALID BASED ON THEIR OWN PERSONAL STORIES AND PERSONALITIES BUT THEY’RE NOT CONVEYING THEM CORRECTLY BECAUSE EMOTIONAL AND FUCK IF THAT ISN’T EVERY FIGHT I HAVE EVER HAD.

AND SHE’S LIKE I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THAT AND SHE’S TRYING TO TELL HIM HOW HE’S HURT HER BUT INSTEAD OF SAYING THAT NOW SHE ASKS HIM ABOUT WHY HE WOULD BURN AWAY HIS MEMORIES RIGHT?

AND THEY’RE STILL ON DIFFERENT PAGES ABOUT THIS OMG UGH THIS IS GREAT OK SO

AND HERE’S WHERE IT HURTS ME SO MUCH BECAUSE KILLIAN’S THINKING THAT THIS IS ABOUT HIS PAST SINS AND REPENTANCE AND HIM BEING A VILLAIN, HE THINKS OF IT AS A SOLITARY THING? LIKE THE WHOLE SITUATION SHOULD BE HIS TO DEAL WITH BECAUSE IT’S HIS PAST? HIS MISTAKES? WHY SHOULD EMMA HAVE TO DEAL WITH THEM? 

IN HIS MIND, EMMA’S STILL ON THE OTHER SIDE SORT OF? LIKE SHE WOULD JUDGE HIM OR LEAVE HIM FOR WHAT HE’S DONE? AND THAT’S WRONG AND EMMA TELLS HIM SO BUT FUCK I UNDERSTAND WHY HE SOULD HAVE TROUBLE BELIEVING IT POOR KILLIAN SELF LOATHING JONES THAT HE IS

NOW SHE TELLS HIM RIGHT, THAT YOU KNOW THEM BUT THEY’RE STILL NOT ON THE SAME FUCKING PAGE BUT SHE’S GETTING MADDER AND MADDER THAT HE’S NOT UNDERSTANDING HOW HE’S HURT HER BY NOT COMING TO HER

AND HE’S LIKE THINKING THAT SHE HATES HIM FOR WHAT HE DID AND THAT THIS IS STILL ABOUT HIS PAST AND HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO FORGIVE HIMSELF WHICH HE STILL THINKS IS A SOLITARY PUNISHMENT FOR HIM TO BEAR. THIS IS SO FUCKED BUT LIKE IN MY EXPERIENCE MOST FIGHTS HAPPEN LIKE THIS? IN THE MIDST OF EMOTION AND ANGER AND NOT BEING ABLE TO COMMUNICATE BECAUSE OF THOSE THINGS?

AND THEN SHE’S HIT HER BOILING POINT AND SHE IS LIKE YOU LEAN ON ME!

HOOK SHE CALLS HIM UGH AND I DIED WHILE ALSO CHEERING FOR HER BECAUSE YES BUTTHEAD, YOU LEAN ON HER.

BUT SEE KILLIAN JONES HAS WALLS OK? WALLS AF. AND I FEEL LIKE WE HAVE HANDLED SO MANY OF EMMA’S DEMONS. HER FEARS OF BETRAYAL AND ABANDONMENT SO MUCH, THAT WE SOMETIMES MISS THE FACT THAT KILLIAN DOESN’T REALLY LEAN ON ANYONE BECAUSE HE’S ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT THIS BURDEN OF HIS PAST WAS HIS TO BEAR BECAUSE IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT AND

WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO BEAR THOSE BURDENS WITH HIM? THIS RINGS SO TRUE FOR ME? EMMA’S NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH WALLS YK? LIKE HE’S ALWAYS BEEN SO OPEN WITH HIS FEELINGS FOR HER BUT HE’S ALWAYS STRUGGLED WITH THOSE FEELINGS ABOUT DESERVING HER AND I AM JUST SO SAD RN

LIKE EMMA’S REACTION IS ALSO SO TYPICAL OF HER AND HER OWN WALLA WHERE HER IMMEDIATE REACTION IS TO TAKE A STEP BACK BECAUSE SHE FEELS INCREDIBLY SAD ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING. AND IT’S NOT THAT SHE WANTS TO BREAK UP WITH HIM SO MUCH AS SHE WANTS TO SEE IF HE WILL FIGURE IT OUT AND COME BACK. SHE’S NOT JUDGING HIM OR PASSING A SENTENCE, SHE’S GIVING HIM A CHANCE TO FIGURE HIMSELF OUT LIKE SHE DID IN THE UNDERWORLD BUT FAR LESS ARTICULATELY.

BUT THERE’S ANOTHER COMMUNICATION THING HERE BECAUSE KILLIAN FUCKING JONES IS LIKE FUCK MY WORST FEARS HAVE COME TRUE

HE HAS BEEN IMAGINING THIS NIGHTMARE FOR SO LONG NOW THAT ONCE IT HAPPENS, HE CANNOT THINK THAT SHE MIGHT WANT HIM BACK

HE CANNOT THINK OF THE SENSIBLE MATURE THING BECAUSE THE NIGHTMARE THAT LIVED IN HIS HEAD AND HAD BECOME REALITY THEREFORE ALL THINGS THAT HE HAD THOUGHT ABOUT HIMSELF NOT DESERVING HER MUST BE TRUE RIGHT?

WHICH IS WHY HE GOES TO THE FUCKING NAUTILUS LIKE THE FUCK YOU IDIOT.

THIS IS GREAT AND I LOVED IT. 

[breathes]

it just felt real you know? like half finished sentences and tangents that go off to weird places and hyperbole and extrapolation. people do this shit when they fight and because it felt so real, I am so fucking hurt ugh kill me dead.

but also pls send me hugs, I need them.

are you drunk, mrs. lahey?

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a night out with the girls takes a surprising turn of events, and isaac’s not likely to deny his wife what she wants. (humor/smut)

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The promo and the GIF/photos inspired me…also on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9621602

Sharing is trusting

Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.

 Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.


“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.

“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.

We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”

Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.

“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”

Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.

“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”


Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.

“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.

“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”

“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.

Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.

“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.

“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.

“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.

“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.” 


“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.

Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare. 


Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.

Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away. 

They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.

“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”

“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again. 

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Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back. 

Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.  

“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.

“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks. 

“You don’t regret it do you?”

“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.

“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.

Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.

“I think I like that idea…very much!”

“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”

Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.

Limbo (Derek/Stiles)

frostniskare “I bet I can make you scream my name.” Sterek

This is your fic prize for winning second place in my birthday giveaway! I really hope you enjoy where the muse took the prompt, as I’m sure it’s not in the direction you had in mind. Hopefully, you’ll like it anyway! For those who read my “Just Like Me” series, this fic could be considered a prequel in that verse. However, you do not need to have read that series to enjoy this! Fic #42 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

 Limbo. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Stiles and his team are on an undercover stakeout that’s not going too well. Derek’s using his powers for good, but Stiles knows it’s not the right moment for their relationship to change. 

“I bet I can make you scream my name.” The words are accompanied by the thick stench of whiskey and good old-fashioned bad breath.

“Yeah, see, I’m not really feeling it so I’m gonna have to decline that bet.” Stiles scans the club looking for the potential suspect, trying to ignore the old pervert attempting to pick him up. He’s not interested, and he made it clear, so the guy should leave soon.

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jakeburnsthings  asked:

I'd just like to say: Chloe coming into the Dupain-Cheng bakery specifically when Marinette's on cash register duty and asks the names of pastries she already knows but just wants to hear Marinette talk, and eventually Marinette catches on but does nothing because she enjoys talking to Chloe

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….goddammit

Words: 1968


Sabine smirked as she pulled a tray of croissants from the oven. “Marinette. I think your favorite customer is here.”

Marinette finished tying her apron behind her back and was pulling her hair up and away from her face as she got ready for her register shift. “Who now?”

Sabine jutted her chin towards the front of the bakery and Marinette followed her gaze, allowing herself a sigh and a small smirk when she saw who was meandering near the counter. “Stop teasing, maman.”

“It’s not teasing,” Sabine said. “She comes only on the days when you’re working and seems rather enchanted with all of our palmier flavors. Moreso than anyone else I’ve ever seen…”

“Oh hush, maman!” Marinette blushed, gently tapping her mother’s shoulder. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Don’t keep the poor thing waiting,” Sabine smiled as she carried the croissants to the counters in the back. “She must be eager to see you if she came right when your shift started.”

Marinette puffed her cheeks out and headed to the counter where Chloe Bourgeois was waiting, leaving her mother laughing and grinning behind her. 

It started when Chloe had to come into the bakery to order a huge commission of mini-cupcakes for a dinner she and her father were holding. Because Chloe loved being difficult, Marinette had to take out all of their sample books, explain all of their flavors, all of their frostings, all of their fillings, and all of their options for garnishes for close to twenty-five minutes before Chloe was satisfied. Marinette thought Chloe was making her explain herself so much for the sake of being annoying until she came in the next day asking for detailed descriptions of all the chocolate cakes they had on display for no other reason aside from her being “curious about your selection of dark chocolates.” Marinette’s father was too close by at the time for her to tell Chloe to buzz off, so she humored her for twenty minutes before Chloe settled with just buying a regular old palmier and left without buying a single cake. 

It was maddening, and for the next couple of weeks Chloe would come into the bakery when Marinette was working and ask her to rattle off all that she knew about their pastries, breads, cakes, rush orders, and catering plans….only to leave without having bought anything she had shown such a deep interest in. 

It was ridiculous to think Chloe had a passion for baked goods, otherwise she’d bother her parents about this. It wasn’t as if Chloe was using this as an opportunity to make fun of Marinette seeing how she was oddly quiet and attentive whenever Marinette spoke. It wasn’t until last week that Marinette had finally picked up on the obvious. 

Chloe came just to hear Marinette talk. 

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Every Road (1)  (Soulmate au)

Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1144

Warnings: Angst, fuffly and other sad things.

Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta, you are Amazing and a cute pie.

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Originally posted by thaisiensen-blog

The universe decided to give everyone a gift, a soulmate. Someone that could understand you like nobody ever did, someone who would give you exactly what you need it and you could give them the same.

One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; this mark was the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. You received yours in the shower when you felt something on your hip.

It wasn’t painful, was more like getting a tattoo, uncomfortable and annoying. You don’t dare to look right away, you feel that something changed but you can’t say if it was something good or not.

You keep staring at your engagement ring, what are the odds of your fiancé being your soul mate? You two barely spend time together anymore, he was always working or out with his friends.

 You take off your robe, looking at the mirror you see J.B.B  03.10.1917 on your hipbone. You take a deep breath not only your fiancé wasn’t your soulmate but he was a really old guy.

You start crying not knowing what to do, part of you was already accepting that you were going to die alone and that Ryan was not the right guy for you. The other part was praying that maybe you would find someone with the same bad lucky as you.

You stayed in your bed for hours until you heard the front door of your flat being open, you see your fiancé entering the door with a guilty expression on his face and smelling like cheap sex  “Are you going to break up with me, Ryan?” He sits by your side on the bed and catches your hands on his “I know my soulmate, I knew her all my life and I always knew that I loved her. But you always seemed the right thing.”

“Did you ever sleep with her while we are together?” He squeezes your hand trying to bring you some comfort “A few times… I can’t explain, it always felt so right, being around her always felt so good and right.” Your heart broken taking the best of you, you slap Ryan’s face “I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did, here take this. I want you out of this house by tomorrow morning.” You say handing him your ring. You put the first piece of clothing you find and leave the flat thinking about what you are doing next.

You start driving; you don’t know for how long, you only stop when you see a small bar down the road. You feel a lot of things right now, anger, sadness and fear. You know that your soulmate is alive; you know that he feels as lost as you and it surprises you that he can still see anything with the old age.

You start to drink, but nothing can make this hopeless feeling go away. You try beer, wine and vodka but nothing seems to be able to make you drunk enough to relax. You consider having sex with the guy that is eying you all night but it feels wrong.

It was a beautiful night, the stars were shining so bright and the cold air gave you the comfort you were looking for all night. You sit on a bench seeing people entering and exiting the bar. One particular tall guy catches your attention, he is gorgeous and looks dangerous.

He has beautiful dark brown hair and the most piercing blue eyes you have ever seen. Feeling brave you decide to talk to the guy, you don’t feel like you have nothing left to lose “Hey, handsome, do you have some light?”

He blushes at your words, you find this adorable “This stuff can kill you.” You laugh at him “We aren’t all gonna die anyway?” He shrugs taking the cigarette from your hands “Yes, but that doesn’t mean that you have to speed the process.”

“You don’t even know me, why do you care?” The guy stays in silence for a few minutes, for a moment you even feel grateful for the guy, he is not letting you go down in a rabbit hole with a new addiction “I like to prevent people from making bad choices.”

“What a hero.” You say sarcastic, he sits by your side and asks sweetly “Do you want to talk about what is bothering you?”  You shake your head a no, biting your lip you ask “Why you are being so nice? What do you want from me?”

“You look like you need a friend, someone to talk to and I don’t know why I feel as if I need to help you.” His voice is sincere, you feel the need to tell him everything that’s bothering you but you stay silent not trusting yet on the strange man by your side “I’m not gonna pressure you to tell me anything, but I might help.”

You smile sadly at him “Have you received your soulmate mark today?” He nods “Do you know them?” This time he shakes his head a no, you continue to talk “Don’t you think it’s cruel? We have to spent our whole lives searching for someone, doesn’t matter who that person is or what they done.”

He puts his hands on yours, you feel some kind of electricity running through your body but you try not giving much thought about it, maybe it’s just your drunken brain acting “Maybe you are looking this the wrong way, it’s not a punishment it’s a gift. A person who will… complete you and love you no matter what.” 

A few tears scape from your eyes “It sucks, I’m never gonna have this… sorry… I should go home.” You get up too fast, you would almost fall if it wasn’t for him “I’m not gonna let you drive, do you want me to call someone to pick you up?”

You shake your head, so he asks “Do you want a lift?” You feel the uncertainty in his voice “I don’t even know your name.” He laughs still holding you by the waist “You can call me Bucky.” For the first time in the night you give him a genuinely smile “What kind of name is this?”

“Oh no, doll, my name is James Buchanan Barnes, so Bucky is a nickname.” You feel yourself falling again, you introduce yourself watching as he gets pale. You get off his arms and he says “It’s you.”

“That’s not possible; you are thirty something not a hundred years old.” You see him taking a deep breath and pushing his hair back “Actually, I don’t know how to explain to you…” You don’t know what to say, you trusted him and this is odd.

“Sorry, I just can’t, James… not right now.”

PART 2 

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Trust Me - Smut

Originally posted by el-chico-depresivo-y-suicida

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 3,155
AN: Okay so I had this idea and it ran away from me and then this happened and it dirty as hell but then it got sappy and I’m so sorry? Thanks to @writing-obrien @ninja-stiles and @celestial-writing for looking at it for me and telling me it doesn’t suck. Love y’all.

Listen to THIS SONG.

Also, in case you don’t know who Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm are here is a picture. They’re cute as fuck.


After the Nogitsune, Stiles was different. To the people who didn’t know him well, he was the same as ever; goofy, sarcastic and loyal to a fault. But the rest of the pack knew better. He was tired, sometimes listless, more cynical than usual. You were feeling pretty lost, not sure what you could do to help him.

You spent your time with him, most of it just sitting quietly, a movie playing on the TV, but neither of you really watching it. Stiles seemed to be lost in his own head, and you were beginning to worry.

You’d been in love with him as long as you could remember, but your feelings for him aside, he was your best friend and it hurt to see him struggling with his thoughts and the things the Nogitsune did while possessing his body. All the lost lives he felt responsible for taking ate at him, but Allison’s death was what hurt him the most.

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Children of The Gods Ch.1 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Here it is! The first chapter to my new series! I really am looking forward to what his series has to offer because I love Greek Mythology! I really hope you all like this and I appreciate any feedback you guys have! Love you all! Enjoy <33

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Greek Gods. Stories of myth and legend. Almighty, immortal beings that serve as judges to the world as we know it. Could begin and start a life at the snap of a finger. Because of their immense power they try and keep from interactions with mortal humans. Yes they try, but what happens when they do not succeed? What happens if one grows affectionate with a human? What happens if they have children?

Questions all too known to humans who believe in these Gods and Goddesses. But questions all too answered for their offspring. Demigods inhabit this Earth, part God part human, half bloods. Relics to some and freaks to others.

Wandering prey if they’re unaware of their heritage, prey to those who despise the Gods and the reign they have had for eons. Unable to get to the Gods themselves, these villains target the offspring. The mortal offspring.

That is why the creation of the ‘Camp of the Gods’ was created. A safe place for demigods and goddesses. A place for them to grow, to accept their abilities and heritage.

The camp is hidden, tucked away in a forest away from civilization. The only people who know about it are the League and demigods and goddesses who have trained there. The League is a group of trained demigods and goddesses who save endangered half bloods. They bring them to the camp before villains can harm them. This is where demigods learn to harness and control their abilities.

It’s where you live. You’ve been at the camp since you were 12. Having lost her to one of those monsters, you were left on your own. In your mother’s final moments she told you who you are. Who your father is. Saying you must find a case hidden within your home and run away. That’s when the hunting began. However the League came to your rescue.

When they saved you, you were brought back to the camp. Where your father claimed you during the claiming ceremony. A claim that stunned every member of the league and every demigod in the camp.

You are the Princess to the Gods, the Daughter of Zeus.

As of today, you have become one of the strongest demigods, strong enough to become a part of the league. However, you had different intentions. The camp had become your home, the only home you’ve known for 7 years. Leading to your decision to stay and protect it in case any harm were to come to its defenses. Having both training from being on your own and training from the camp, there was no one better suited.

The camp is safe. It’s where untrained demigods and goddesses belong.

…However. Not everyone believes that.

Jason was not entirely fond of Bruce making him move to this camp. Him and the Outlaws could handle themselves, the last advice he took from Bruce led to proving Jason’s mortality. It was through the power of his mother, Athena, that brought him back. After that he vowed to take care of himself from then on.

Though, on their last mission to take down a villain target, there was a mishap that almost led to them and the half blood they were saving losing their lives, putting a target on their backs in the process. After that close call, the League demanded they all move to the camp. Where they would be safe and things could calm down. Villains often would draw targets but forget about them within a good few months. Finding new prey to stalk.

Kori and Roy were rather excited to be coming to the camp. They always wanted to know more about their immortal parents and even form some sort of relationship with them.

They eagerly stood outside the magic barrier that camouflages the camp. Jason standing there annoyed with his arms crossed. Bruce came up next to the three, “Are you ready?” Kori and Roy grinned while Jason simply huffed before Bruce led the way. They were in awe as the camp revealed itself once passing the barrier.

They approached the gate, being greeted by the sound of metal clanging and bows strings stretching, the yelling and talking of half bloods. Jason winced at the sight, this is NOT what he wanted. “Welcome to the Camp of the Gods” Bruce observed the three.

He watched as their eyes scanned over the place. His falling on three members coming their way. Noticing Dick, the first demigod he saved. “New Recruits, and Bruce what a surprise.” Dick greeted cheerily. Jason’s scowl only grew, great now he has to deal with the golden boy too? Dick’s eyes fell on Jason, “Jason, I see you’re finally joining the camp.”

“Yeah, well, not of my own volition” he bit back. However, Dick is used to Jason’s short temper, he knows Jason’s reluctance will pass with time.

“Anyway, who have you brought with you?” His attention turned to the two others. “I’m Roy and this is Kori.” Roy introduced the both of them. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’m Richard, or Dick as I prefer. Son of Apollo.”

Next the redhead beside him spoke up, “I’m Wally, Son of Hermes” pointing to himself.

The last one to speak was the girl on the other side of them both, “I’m M’gann, Daughter of Persephone. We’re kind of your welcoming committee. We will be showing you the camp and answering any questions you might have.” She smiled kindly at the three.

“I will leave you three in their hands. I have to get back to work.” Bruce said before turning and exiting the camp.

“If you three will follow us we can start the tour of the camp” M’gann smiled while gesturing for them to follow. Roy, Kori, and Jason did so, listening to the information they were being given. Being shown the dining hall, cabins, stables, camp borders, armory, and finally the training grounds.

When approaching the training grounds they noticed a group formed and the sound of swords clashing. Coming upon the scene they saw two people sparring. Continuously lunging and blocking the other’s attacks. It was graceful, like a sort of forbidden dance. Both swordsmen, or swordsman and swords-woman, were highly skilled. Proving how fighting is an art form, not brute strength.

Jason especially noticed the abilities and gracefulness of the demigoddess. He was infatuated by the way you moved; tactically yet instinctively. Noticing how you could see three moves ahead of your opponent. [H/c] hair tied back as your [e/c] stayed locked on your opponent, gaze never faltering for a second. The opponent a taller, tan, male with blonde hair and green eyes. He looked strong and moved just as tactically but it didn’t look as though it came as naturally for him.

“Who is that?” Jason asked looking over at Dick, catching the attention of the others. “The man is Kaldur’ahm, Son of Poseidon. Prince of the Sea some have come to call him. He’s one of the strongest warriors in this camp. The woman, [F/n] [L/n], Daughter of Zeus. Princess of the Gods. The strongest demigoddess and warrior in the camp. Both highly skilled and highly fatal.” Dick explained, eyes not leaving the match. Jason nodded before directing his attention back to the fight.

Before Jason could analyze their movements any further, it all came to an abrupt halt. You had a boot on Kaldur’ahm’s chest, sword pulled up over your shoulder in a striking position. Both panting before a grin broke out on your lips. “I win” you muttered before pulling back offering a hand to him. “Still the most skilled warrior in the camp.” He stated calmly.

“That was amazing!” one of the younger demigods smiled, who stood just in front of the newcomers. Your eyes fell on them all. “So you’re the new recruits” calling to them. Waving them over, “Front and center” tapping the ground with your sword. The three came and stood where you tapped. Swinging the sword to rest it on your shoulder while turning to look at them. Standing there you looked them over, getting a feel for their physical type.

“Well as the formal protector of this camp, Welcome. As I’m sure M’gann, Dick, and Wally told you I’m [F/n] [L/n] and this is Kaldur’ahm. We both are here if you have any questions on your abilities or the camp itself. However from what Bruce and the rest of the League told me, you all have quite a handle on your abilities, and outside experience. So I ask you to behave yourselves and act as role models for the younger demigods and goddesses here because they WILL look up to you. As long as you all follow the rules and keep that in mind, we’re more than happy to have you here. And one last thing, this is a home. We are all family here, please, treat it as such.” Looking over the three, you saw the eagerness in two but the third was wearing an aura of skepticism.

You walked over to Jason, “Trust me this place isn’t as you feel it is. Give it a chance, give us a chance before you cast your verdict. What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.” laughing while placing the sword hilt in his hands. Backing away you looked at them all, “As much as I’d like to stay, I have other things to attend to. I will see you all at the claiming ceremony.” Announcing before smiling at them all and nodding before making your leave.

“Claiming ceremony?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides. Wally was the first to speak up. “It’s where your parent will claim you as their child, proving your heritage as a demigod and who your parent is. Then the camp will act and train you accordingly.” he explained. Them all nodding in understanding.

“Anyway there is a lot more camp to show you and people for you to meet before the ceremony. Let’s continue” Dick smiled before M’gann nodded and began to lead the way once more.

Though Jason was distracted by the words you spoke to him while analyzing the sword in his hands. The words ringing in his head ‘What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.’ How could he relax? Half of him kept reminding how he’s in a strange, unknown place, surrounded by other demigods. Though the other side of him wanted to train and take the chance to do as told. To trust.

Good Demon

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: I was wondering if you could write one that’s DeanxReader where the reader is a demon but her and dean fall for each other after meeting through Crowley?

Pairing: Dean x demon!reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Sort of different but cute all the same…


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Somebody Else Pt 6

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 7

Genre: Smut, Angst, college AU

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10,  at 12 you became best friends,  at 14 you had your first kiss,  at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.

Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.

A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

I didn’t know which of the three photos to pick so I put the three of them lol. 



You stopped abruptly and turned around to see one of the worst things you’ve ever seen, Jungkook sprawled on the floor, blood sprouting from his body, eyes closed and body covered with glass. You feared the worst, running to his figure lying on the ground you crouched, crying and calling his name.

“Please don’t leave me, please. SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!”


You felt the air being sucked from your lungs the minutes it took the ambulance to get to the place and the path from the accident to the hospital, tears flowing from your eyes incessantly, unsteadily breathing while you strongly held Jungkook until the doctors took him away to the emergency room and you had to let go of him.

Three tortuous hours passed before the surgeon emerged from the emergency room.

“We have stabilized him, he suffered a fracture in two of his right ribs and a spleen rupture, but we were able to close the wound fast enough.” The doctor explained to you, blood returning to your pale face.

“Are you a relative of the patient? I need you to sign these papers that authorize Mr. Jeon’s hospitalization,” the doctor asked.

“I am his girlfriend,” you replied without really thinking, the weight of those words quickly making effect in your mind, you pushed the thought to the back of your mind.

“That will suffice, please sign here” the surgeon handed you some papers and a pen to sign them, you signed them quickly and gave them back to him.

“You can see him in an hour when he is taken to intensive care” the doctor told you before turning around and leaving.

That hour served you a bit to think about the events that had happened in the last weeks, your feelings for Jungkook, your feelings for Taehyung, Jungkook’s thought of  him being ripped from your life forever, his almost lifeless body lying on the pavement , you never wanted to see or feel the same thing again in your life. It was terrifying to think that someone could disappear from your life with the snap of two fingers. What had happened was your fault, because you were the one who ran away from the place without looking back, no mattering that Jungkook was running after you, shouting your name, imploring you to listen.

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