friendly reminder that I’m comfortable with MINOR godmodding if:

  1. it’s genuinely in the interests of advancing plot (e.g. ‘Pass the screwdriver?’ and you can assume my muse passes the screwdriver over, or even just that your muse ended up with the screwdriver one way or another, without having to stop the reply altogether for my interjection)
  2. it’s NOT my muse’s dialogue, inner or outer
  3. it’s REASONABLE for my muse (e.g. if they’ve already made it quite clear the screwdriver is a sentimentally precious family heirloom or something, then the screwdriver might not reasonably change hands)
  4. the reply isn’t solely about my muse’s actions, thoughts or feelings, but rather is about your muse, with reference to mine
  5. you are willing to accept criticism & critique and change the reply if I can’t reasonably see my muse doing that

roleplaying, for me, is about exploring characters and worlds through story. Interaction with both the muse and the world, then, is vital, and I do not mind sacrificing a small thing from one to significantly advance the other. It’s always a good idea to talk to me if you’re uncertain and it will be easier once we know each other better, but I just wanted to put this out there so you lot know what I’m comfortable with. There’s a lot of ‘no godmodding whatsoever!!’ going around in this community and obviously, with big things, it’s a no-go – but I’m still more interested in the story.

Mind o’ Mine

Harry X Reader: Angst

Request? No

Author’s note: This is part 3 of “Mess o’ Mine”. Read the first two parts if you haven’t already! Also… idk how I feel about this?? Let me know what you guys think.

Part 1: Mess o’ Mine // Part 2: Mouth o’ Mine

You hadn’t noticed just how close you were to Harry before your little falling out, but now you can feel the fingertips of loneliness clawing at your insides.

Bunch of us are down at the pub if you wanna drop in

You’re relieved when you receive the text, springing up from the couch to get yourself ready. You’ve messaged a lot of friends in the past few weeks and have barely gotten responses. Apparently you’ve neglected to reach out to a lot of them for months. Maybe you’ve been wrapped up with Harry and his new solo career. Whatever the reason, you’re disappointed in yourself.

It’s a half hour later when you’re ready and slipping on a pair of shoes. You lock the door as you leave and tromp down the steps. The pub isn’t too far away, just a fifteen minute walk. It’s a bit chilly out, though, dreary and gray with cloud-cover. Your arms hug your coat close to your frame, head down to protect your face from the air. The pub is in front of you soon and you press through the door.

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Worth It

Paring: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warnings: Being sick, otherwise it’s just fluff ;)

Summary: You’re sick when your husband, Tom, takes care of you. 

Note: English is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes! I would LOVE feedback! And the picture is not mine

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

You were lying sick in your bed, wanting to read or at least watch something on the to, but you were too exhausted to even reach for the remote, and you had the worst headache, so you decided to go for a nap.

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anonymous asked:

Erin, obviously we know how many times lexa said "Clarke". But do you know/have any post about how many times Clarke said lexa or commander?

This is the count as of the end of 4x01….Also, the count for Clarke saying ‘commander’ or ‘heda’ in reference to Lexa not any old ‘commander’. (i think i got them all?)

  1. Lexa, please!
  2. You wanted me to kill Lexa yesterday
  3. One of your people tried to kill you Lexa, not one of mine
  4. You may be heartless Lexa, but at least you’re smart
  5. Lexa, this is going to work
  6. Lexa told them too
  7. Lexa’s orders
  8. I am about to leave for TonDC, where Lexa and all 12…
  9. Lexa respects you
  10. I need you to take me to Lexa
  11. What do you mean no, Lexa?
  12. Lexa, wait. You don’t understand.
  13. People died for this Lexa, it has to work
  14. I might be a hypocrite Lexa, but you’re a liar
  15. From what I hear, she’s worse than Lexa
  16. They want Lexa dead
  17. Lexa, let me go to Arkadia
  18. Lexa and I
  19. …or Lexa and the twelve clans will wipe us out
  20. I have to talk to Lexa
  21. Lexa’s just trying not to wipe us out.
  22. [Clarke opens door *lexa is shot*] Lexa
  23. He was Lexa’s choice. You know that. 
  24. Titus… you made Lexa a promise, remember? 
  25. Lexa’s spirit would never chose to do something like that. 
  26. Lexa had markings on her back for every life she took at her conclave
  27. Don’t! stop! It’s Lexa!
  28. Lexa didn’t even know she was an AI. 
  29. This is the Flame that holds the spirits of the Commanders, of Lexa.
  30. Lexa was special
  31. Lexa?
  32. No! Lexa!…I love you. 
  33. Lexa killed him
  34. Lexa called it Praimfaya
  35. Please, honor Lexa’s Coalition

Why not? times Clarke says “Commander”

  1. Let me talk to the Commander. She was Anya’s second.
  2. I’m going to talk to the Commander
  3. I’m here to talk with your Commander
  4. Commander stop him, please.
  5. That dam withstood a nuclear war, Commander.
  6. God forbid one one your generals becomes Commander
  7. Reincarnation, that’s how you became Commander?
  8. I’m sorry I’m late Commander
  9. As the Commander said, once the door is open…
  10. Your Commander’s made a deal
  11. The Commander’s changing the terms of the summit.
  12. Commander, what is this?
  13. You wanted to see me, Commander?
  14. I don’t want the next Commander I want you.
  15. You killed your Commander
  16. Because I saw it come out of the last Commander.

Times Clarke says “Heda”

  1. Reshop, Heda
  2. Hey, Heda. 
Larry Stylinson Fic Rec

Note: Each link will redirect to a different post for fic details.

210 Days

A Match Made in Aisle Three (Everybody Cut Footloose)

A Truth So Loud I Can’t Ignore

All About Us

Amazing Sin

And Then a Bit

Being Alpha

deep in my heart i know there’s only you




give you my fever

gonna take you everywhere (and never ask you who you are)

Hiding Place

I’m In Trouble Deep


Is This Seat Taken?

It’s In The Love

Just Another Ordinary Day

Kiss Me With Adventure (’Til I Forget My Name)

London is a well worth mass

Loving You Is Free


never gonna dance again

rapture in the dark

Run and I’ll Give Chase

Run with Foxes, Hunt with Wolves

Sail away with me

say i hate you but i always stay

Sorry, You’re Not My Type

Supposed to Be

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic

The Lion Man

The Mutant Sanctuary

The Prince’s Bridegroom

The Red Viper

The Wolves Den

This Chancey Rendezvous 

This Wicked Game

we’re still going, eight in the morning

Will you be my Daddy?

Won’t See It Coming Til It’s Already Gone

You Will Be Mine

You You You


“You: What? Im hungry

Dean: You had a stake dinner two hours ago and ate half of mine

You: W-

Castiel: Dean, you do realize she is pregnant right?

You&Dean: What?

Castiel: Yes, she already has your appetite Dean

You: She?

Castiel: Oh yes. She is already strong, loving, caring like you. She is also stubborn, like Dean

Dean: Thats my girl

Sam: Did they find out? Or did you have to tell them?

You: You knew?

Sam: Of course, Cas told me on one of our hunts.

Castiel: I think its time for you to take it easy now. We dont want anything happening to you or the baby

Dean: Damn straight. I dont want anything happening to my girls

You: Fine. Cas, are you going to stay with me and play doctor?

Casiel: I would love to keep you company”

Dean is caught off guard by the pregnancy news and surprised you didnt find out yet or didnt fit the puzzles together. He is happy about being a father but also is scared because he didnt want anything happening to you or baby. Castiel has been wanting to tell you about your pregnancy, so he told Sam. Which Sam told him to wait until you found out so that you could tell Dean and finally him and Cas. Weeks has gone by and nothing. Castiel got tired of waiting and decided to tell the both of you instead, which he is happy he did because the expressions on both of you faces is extremely priceless for him. Sam is happy for his brother and happy he is going to be an uncle. An uncle to a niece and he is getting excited about meeting her. You couldnt believe you are pregnant, you didnt know if you could get pregnant at all and finally. A little life is growing inside you. The pregnancy made you incredibly happy. So happy the father is someone like Dean. So happy your daughter is going to have an uncle like Sam and Castiel. Something you have never had at all. It was only you and your parents growing up until they passed away. A family you have always wanted.

Ride With Me.

PAIRING: ReaderxBucky! AU 


WARNINGS: sweating, alcohol consumption. 

So here it is, my new Biker!Bucky au inspired by this  Let me tell you guys, this is going to be a ride from start to finish! I’ve planned most of this but with work I’m not sure how regularly this will be updated. But I will do my very best because I am very excited about this!  


Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Originally posted by imaginedcmarvel

You stood across the road looking at the building before you; you had to admit it was nothing special. But that’s what made it so, the neon sign had seen better days you were sure. You could imagine it in its heyday, all light up for the world to see. Well the underworld most likely, you never did hang with the ‘right crowd’ as your mother called it. Maybe it was her consecutive ways that drove you away and into the darkness. But still, at least you weren’t attending charity events or sitting aimlessly waiting for your husband to come home and fuck a couple of kids into you. That was never your life and it was never going to be.  Taking a quick look up the street you hurried over to the bar, weaving in and out of a few haphazardly parked motorbikes you pushed open the door with confidence.

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Forever | 25: The End

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Language - all the floof!!

Notes: POVS switch during this part, which are indicated in bold // flashback is indicated by date; PD means present day; italics indicate personal thoughts // all songs mentioned are by Ed Sheeran: Perfect and Kiss Me

A/N: THE END HAS ARRIVED!! Y’all, I cried when I wrote this, so I hope you all enjoy the end of this wonderful ride we’ve shared together (and please, let me know how much you like it!)

Forever | 24

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

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Big Bang reaction to their idol gf have a sexy dance break at the MAMAs

Could I have a Big Bang reaction to their idol gf have a sexy dance break at the MAMAs (or something like that) but she didn’t tell them 🙈

for ANON

hope you like it


GIFs are not mine

You decided not to tell your boyfriend you had a sexy performance with your group at the MAMAs just to see his reaction.

You were wearing a lace black crop top and some leather black shorts, you were going to make a cover of Troublemaker’s “Now” with some male dancers.

The make up artist draw some tattoos on your body too, and your make up was a strong black smokey eye, completely different from the usual image your group had.

G Dragon

He would watch your performance in silence, smirking when it was your turn to sing. admiring you from afar

The coreo, dancers, lights..it was all perfect, made you shine like a superstar and he was so pround to say he was your man.

After the show ended and you retunred to your sit, he would have looked at you and clapped his hands saying “Good Job”, lifting his hands to show you how the crowd kept screaming your name.

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne


He would be giggling the all performance, hitting Daesung and whispering in his ear “God, have you seen her??”

The backup dancer wouldn’t bother him at all, he knew it was a performance and actually they were really good, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you

Even The members started laughing as they noticed how immeressed in the performance he was

When you returned to your sit he would just keep looking at you and send you some messages: “WOOOOO MY GIRL IS SO GOOD”

Originally posted by xeunghyun


He would blush and put a hand on his mouth, looking at you with loving eyes, it would be so evident he loved you more than everything, that the MCs couldn’t help but mention it the moment after the performance.

He would just hid his face and asked for help to the other members who were just making fun of him and the situation

When you returned to your sit he would just brightily smile at you

Originally posted by fantastic--babies


He would be Shoked at first, but them he would be so hype to actually stend up and started dancing.

You smiled and giggled during the performance, seeing him cheering you up.

After the show ended, he kept screaming and clapping while the members did the same (just not as loud as him), your leader would say “Thanks Daesung sunbaenim and Big Bang sunbaenim for the support!”

He would laugh and you would wink at him, making the crowd scream

Originally posted by dp3-45pm


Like GD he would be really proud of you, looking at you not saying much and enjoying the performance.

Once it was done, he would stand up to clap at you, looking you straight in the eyes even from afar and you just smiled him back.

As you were going back to yor sit, passing beside his table, he would look at you and grab your wrist not standing up and just kissed the back of your hand

Originally posted by clumsypenguin

My Valentine

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 2,175

Summary: The reader and Chris have been friends for a long time. Chris gets invited on a triple date for Valentine’s Day and without wanting to be a third wheel, he tries to convince the reader to come with him even though she hates the holiday. 

Author’s Note: I wanna thank @mrs-squirrel-chester for being an awesome beta. I am absolutely the worst person ever! I meant to put this out last week (i.e. Valentine’s Day) but due to writer’s block I wasn’t able to do so. Call me Jean-Ralphio cause I’m

Originally posted by boom-shwa-tee-oosh

Warnings: None just tons and tons of Fluff… Oh and Chris being a total meatball (Should that be a warning?)

Tagging: @ariallane @heather-lynn @always-an-evans-addict @mrs-squirrel-chester @bionic-buckyb @sebbytrash @marvel-ash anyone who wants in or out of the taglist please let me know! 

Gifs not mine

You heard your phone go off in your purse as you opened the trunk to your car. Setting it inside your trunk, you dug through your purse, finally pulling out your phone and saw Chris’ name flash on your screen.

“Hey Chris.” You answered, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder, grabbing your gym bag.

“Y/N!” He shouted. “I’ve called you three times already! What were you doing?” He sounded urgent.

“I was driving Christopher.” You deadpanned, swinging your gym bag over your other shoulder and slammed trunk shut. “Everything okay?” You asked.

“Everything’s fine.” He answered, “Are you home?”

“Yes Chris I just got home why?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Oh good, cause I’m inside waiting for you.” He said.

“What?” You looked up and saw Chris at your window and waving at you with a huge grin on his face.

“Motherfu-” You quickly hang up and jog over to your front door.

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Marauders Preference - Disney Songs

A/N: Surprise! Marauders preference based on Disney songs! These are kind of short, but hopefully you still enjoy them!


(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSsx0PC5yrk

So this is love (humming)
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I’m all aglow, (humming)
And now I know
The key to all heaven is mine

You hummed quietly to the radio as you stirred the pancake batter by hand. Sure, you could do it with magic but the motion was relaxing and on a peaceful Sunday morning, you weren’t in any rush. 

You were, however, trying your best to get the food done by the time James woke up. James loved pancakes, especially the ones with chocolate chips and lots of syrup. Unfortunately for him, being a professional quidditch player meant staying in shape. Therefore, his opportunities for consuming pancakes were limited. He only allowed pancakes after a victory. Fortunately for the both of you, he had led his team to a commanding win the night before. 

“Please tell me you’re making pancakes,” came a sleepy voice from the doorway. 

Turning, you saw a messy haired James walking toward you in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts. 

“Of course I am. You won last night, didn’t you?” you joked. 

“I was on the pitch, wasn’t I?” he quipped back smugly. 

You huffed as you poured the batter onto the steaming skillet and focused your attention on the eggs cooking on the stove. 

James made his way over to you, placing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder. 

“As much as I love your cooking, I love waking up to you more,” he murmured into your neck, his arms snaking around your waist. 

“Mm, well, what’s stopping us from going back to bed after breakfast?” you asked back, eager to spend a quiet day at home with your fiancé. 

“I like the way your mind works,” he chuckled.

“I like you,” you responded, kissing his cheek as you gently shoved him away. “Now, get off, so I can finish cooking.”

He groaned quietly but did as instructed, stalking off to the other side of the kitchen.

You worked in quiet for a few minutes. James watched you intently, etching the way you moved into his mind. Every one of your features magnified in the soft morning light. 

He was pretty confident that he would never tire of this. Spending the rest of his life with you. He couldn’t understand the couples that complained about each other. The ones that seemed to only be together out of necessity or convenience. You and James’ version of love was nothing like that. It was unconditional. It was fights with quick and sincere apologies. It was falling asleep in uncomfortable positions just to be near each other. Late night laughs and comforts after rough days. It was heaven. And James had the key. You.  

Eventually, James grew restless and began to sway around the kitchen, his moves not even close to the rhythm of the music. His terrible dancing sending you into giggling fits as you moved the food to the table. 

“You are, without a doubt, the worst dancer I have ever seen,” you laughed. 

“And you get to call me yours! How lucky are you?” He shimmied his way over to you, hands taking yours and pulling you onto the ‘dance floor.’ 


“Come on, love, it’s my day off! Humor me,” he pleaded. 

“Oh, alright,” you conceded and allowed James to parade you around the room. 

After the song ended, James rested his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your nose. 

“I love you, too,” you assured. “Can we eat now, though?”

He let out a hearty laugh, “Course we can. Can never resist your food, can I?”


There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don’t got a lot to say
But there’s something about her
And you don’t know why
But you’re dying to try
You wanna kiss girl

(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrRbB-qUJfY)

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

She’s quiet. But whip-smart. A humor that not everyone got. Eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. A mischievous glint that appeared when no one was looking. No one but Remus it seemed. And god, he liked her. More than he should. He knew she deserved better. Someone more stable. Safer. But he craved her. Craved her like chocolate.

Sitting across from her in the astrology tower, he watched her discretely. He loved the way her hair fell around her shoulders. The way her lips curved upward slightly. The way her eyes were filled with wonder as she examined the nighttime sky. 

“You ever think about how small we are?” she asked suddenly, her eyes never leaving the stars. 

“Um,” Remus started, a bit unsure of how to answer. 

“I mean, like, we’re so insignificant. We don’t even know how big this world is. We’re just a concept. We’re grains of sand in an infinite desert,” she marveled. 

He shook his head as she continued to ramble. His smile was one of fondness. He loved the way her mind worked. The way she seemed to just ‘get it.’ She didn’t get caught up in unnecessary drama or worries. She just lived. And that was something Remus needed. Badly. 

 “Remus?” her melodic voice shook him out of his own thoughts. 


“Do you think there’s a reason we met? Like do you think we were brought together for a reason?”

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to scare her off. “I - I’d like to think so.”

She grinned, “Me too,” before turning back up to the sky. 

Remus wanted her. He wanted to kiss her. Softly. Passionately. Sloppily. He wanted to wake up to her in his arms, her hair splayed across the pillow like a hallow. He wanted to comfort her when she was upset. He wanted to tell her his fears. He wanted her to tell him he was okay just the way he was. He wanted everything about her.

“Y/N?” Remus mumbled. 


“Can I -” he paused, completely terrified. 

“Can you what, Remus?”

He took a deep breath, “Can I kiss you?”

Even in the dim moonlight, Remus could see her cheeks redden, her mouth falling open slightly as she processed his request. 

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-,” Remus stuttered. 

“Yes,” she said boldly, cutting him off. “Yes, Remus, you can kiss me.”

He looked up at her in surprise. She had a soft smile playing at her lips and was looking at him expectantly. 

Leaning in, their lips met. The kiss was soft. Sweet. Everything it should be. 

When they pulled apart, she kissed his cheek in acknowledgment before asking, “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade next weekend?”


Who’d ya think you’re kidding?
He’s the earth and heaven to ya
Try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through ya
Girl ya can’t conceal it
We know how you’re feelin’, who you’re thinking of

(If you want to listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tl0DMTlwLw4)

Originally posted by sadlildarling

“You two are so in love,” Marlene clapped her hands together. 

Sirius had just left your room, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder as he headed out. Your eyes meeting one last time as he looked over his shoulder before he passed through the doorframe. 

“We are not! We’re friends,” you asserted. 

“No,” Lily chimed in, “Sirius and I are friends. We don’t look at each other like that.”

Marlene nodded in agreement, dropping her magazine in favor of teasing you.
“Told you!” 

“You two are unbelievable!” you sighed. Sure, Sirius was good looking and a good friend. And maybe, you two had been seeing each other secretly. BUT you were not in love with him. And he was NOT in love with you. 

You knew how Sirius was. He got around. He treated each girl with respect, but that didn’t change the fact that he was a well known ladies’ man. There was nothing about your relationship that hinted it was anything more than a fling. 

And that was why you couldn’t admit your feelings for him. Even to yourself. 

You huffed, “I’m going for a walk.”

Lily and Marlene shared a knowing look, but didn’t stop you. 

Making your way down the stairs, you saw the boys sitting on the couch. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” James greeted.

You waved but kept walking. 

“Where you headed?” Sirius asked.

“Going for a walk,” you mumbled, shocked at how quickly your feelings for him had resurfaced. Upset at yourself for getting so worked up over them. 

Sirius started to respond, but you swiftly exited through the portrait hole before he could finish.

Tears started to well, and you put your head down as you walked down the corridor, no destination in mind. 

“(Y/N)!” Sirius called, running after you. 

Shit. Blinking your eyes a few times, hoping the tears would stop, you paused. 

He slowed to a halt next to you, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing,” you answered, looking everywhere but his eyes. 

“(Y/N),” Sirius tilted your chin so you had to meet his eyes. “Talk to me, love. Did I do something?”

You shook your head. 

“Please, sweetheart, say something,” his voice was on the verge of breaking, his eyes worried. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“For what?” he asked incredulously. 

“Getting attached. Falling for you.”

“I don’t understand?” 

“I know that we’re not serious. I know it was never going to be. But I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much. To know this is going to end. You’ll find someone else,” you admitted. 

Sirius was quiet as he processed your words. His face going unreadable for a moment before he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your hairline. 

“Oh, (Y/N),” he chuckled.

“Don’t laugh at me!” you shouted, pulling away from him.

“No!” he exclaimed. “I’m not laughing at you! I just - I should have told you earlier. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not getting rid of me,” he clarified.


“I guess I sort of fell for you. More than expected.” He rubbed his neck nervously, glancing at the ground. 

“You- you did?”

“Yeah. I think I love you, actually,” he mumbled, his cheeks red. 

Standing on your toes, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “I love you too.”

The two of you grinned dopily at each other before finally heading back to the common room, hand in hand. Before you’d even made it through the portrait hole, you were greeted by cheers. 

“Called it!” yelled Marlene as Lily high-fived her.

Not So Vanilla

PAIRING: reader x Tony Stark


WARNINGS: sex, light bondage, oral (m & F receiving) swearing, slight daddy!dom (the tinniest bit) unprotected sex (use condoms duh) 

Request from Anon- I love you’re tony smut please make another one where there friends with benefits but like fifty shades of grey

SO I’ve never read nor have I scene Fifty Shades of Grey so I’m not sure how accurate this is, but I went along the lines of bondage/ Tony being dom. So hopefully this was ok?

Tagging: @capsbuchanan MILA SO MUCH SIN IS HAPPENING OH GOD! 


Originally posted by duckbuttt

You never thought you’d be one to partake in a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with anybody. But you had just gotten out of a long and rather difficult relationship. And if you were honest you missed sex, you missed being intimate with another person without the added stress of maintaining a functioning adult relationship. So when Tony Stark suggested the idea of casual sex you almost laughed in his face at the absurdness of it all. In the end it was Natasha and Wanda that brought you around to the idea.

“I mean why not?” she questioned; you were sat at some small quant bar in New York. You needed a break from the compound and Natasha was quick to suggest a girl’s night out.

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▲ Perfect / Zach Dempsey ▲

Words: 1927

I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“Where’s (Y/N) today?” Justin asks, looking over at Zach as he tosses the ball his way.

The taller boy can’t keep the smile off his face as your name is mentioned. “Around,” he answers vaguely. “She’s coming tonight to watch the game though, so you’ll see her soon.”

“I’m surprised she’s not already here,” Justin grins, “cheering you on,” he clarifies. “She’s like your own personal cheerleader or something.”

Zach rolls his eyes, “Whatever man,” he replies. 

“So when are you finally going to ask her out?” he continues. “I thought you’d have done it by now.”

“What are you talking about?” Zach replies, his brow furrowing as he aims the ball-preparing to throw it. 

His friend snorts, “Don’t be stupid, dude. We all know how you feel about her-we have for years.”

Zach misses the basket by barely an inch as he turns to face Justin, “What are doing, Justin?”

“All I’m trying to say,” he says, raising his hands in surrender, “is that we all know you two are it for each other, you know? It’s obvious is all. You love her, she loves you-the rest of us are simply waiting for one of you to make a move.”

Zach shakes his head, denying his friend’s words. “You’ve got it wrong,” he insists, going after the ball. “It’s not like that.”

“Whatever you say, man. Just think about it,” Justin encourages. “Why do you think neither of you have been able to stay in a relationship for long?” he asks. “(Y/N)’s great, Zach. She’s sweet and kind, not to mention gorgeous.”

At his words, Zach sent Justin a warning look as he threw the ball at him-making the boy smirk as he caught it.

“Just think about it,” he repeats. “You know I’m right.”

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow,
Your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine

You fall on to his bed, capturing the spare pillow in your arms as you lie on your side to watch Zach at his desk. “What did you want to do today?” you ask. 

You roll your eyes as he shrugs, “Whatever you want.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say,” you insist playfully. “You never know what I can come up with.” A smile makes its way on to his face, causing your expression to match his. “But really, do you want to go anywhere or do something?”

“I’d rather just stay here,” he admits. “If you don’t mind.”

Shaking your head, you hug his pillow tighter against your chest, “Why would I turn down the chance to have you all to myself?” you joke, but you couldn’t hide the sadness in your tone.

“What’s wrong?”

Sighing, you shake your head slightly, “It’s nothing.”

“(Y/N),” he scolds, “I’ve known you forever-I know when something’s wrong.” He turns his seat around so he was fully facing you. “What is it?”

“It’s going to make me sound stupid and selfish,” you explain. “But I promise I’m okay.”


Closing your eyes, you roll on to your back, leaving the pillow beside you covering your arm. “I just miss you.”

“What do you mean?” he questions softly, noticing how your cheeks have reddened.

“Do I really have to?” you moan, shifting your head to look at him once more just as he nods. Groaning, you move your attention back to the ceiling-covering your eyes with your arms. “I just…I miss hanging out with you. I miss how things used to be. I feel like I barely see you anymore.”

You were met with his silence.

“I told you it was stupid,” you mumble.

The bed dips suddenly, taking you by surprise. You release a small shriek as Zach pulls you into his arms, rolling over so you were on top of him. “It’s not stupid,” he whispers, holding you close. “I’ve missed you too,” he says, moving your hair behind your ears.

“You have?” you asks quietly.

“Of course,” he laughs. “I have noticed how different it is between us,” he tells you. “I don’t like it.”

“Neither,” you agree, resting your chin on his chest so you could still see him.

Zach props his head up with the pillow, meeting your gaze again. He felt lost when looking in your eyes-finding himself unable to look away. 

You offer him a sweet smile, one that leads to his own making its way on to his face. Zach toys with the ends of your hair before pressing a kiss against your forehead. Confusion crosses your face before your expression becomes sheepish, making him chuckle. 

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
With you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass,
Listening to our favourite song
When you said you looked a mess,
I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it,
Darling, you look perfect tonight

“We’re the only ones dancing,” you murmur into his shoulder.

Zach only holds you tighter, not ready to let you go-not that you have any intention of leaving his arms. “It doesn’t matter,” he replies. 

You grip the back of his shirt in your fist, pressing your body even closer to him. The grass was cold under your feet, but soon you barely noticed. The slow dance you and Zach found yourselves in the middle of didn’t fit the song that was being played-but it was a favourite and you couldn’t resist.

Zach’s eyes haven’t left you since you had closed you eyes, using the opportunity to take in all the curves and the smallest details of your face-trying to memorise every single part of you.

You could hear the laughter and the murmurs from the people around you, reminding you that you weren’t alone. The party was no longer in full swing, but you were by no means the only ones outside.

Insecurities had began to rise within you, causing you to hide your face in Zach’s neck. “I look terrible,” you whisper, your breath sending tingles down his spine. “I’m such a mess,” you groan, not expecting him to pay your words any attention.

Zach shakes his head, a sigh falling off his lips, “You look perfect,” he says, so quietly he thought you wouldn’t even hear him.

Your movements falter for a moment, the sincerity behind his tone taking you by surprise. “What?” you question, removing your head off him so you could see his face.

He smiles, stroking your back gently with his thumb, “Come on,” he urges, continuing to sway. 

Unable to deny him, you give in-sighing as you place your head back on his shoulder. 

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a lover to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own

Tossing the book on to the table, you take your seat beside Zach. “Please tell me why after so many years of school, that I am voluntarily signing up for even more years of school?”

He laughs, taking a moment to read over the titles of the university brochures you had collected from the fair. “Because you know what you want to do with your life and you’re very passionate about it,” he answers, closing his book to give you his full attention.

You roll your eyes, “I suppose.”

Zach gently rubs your back as you position yourself so you were lying with your head on the table.

“It all seemed so far away,” you say. “I thought I had so much time before we graduated.”

“We kind of do,” he offers, “depending on how you look at it.”

Smiling, you look up at him, “Promise me something?” Zach nods, his hand coming to a stop-but remaining on your back. “Promise me that you’ll always be there for me,” you say quietly. “That years from now, I will still have you in my life. That you’ll still be the person I turn to. That you’ll still carry my secrets and you’ll still make me laugh and go along with my stupid fantasies.”

Zach rests his elbow on the tables surface before propping his head on his hand, “Only if you promise to do the same,” he bargains.

You move your arm, holding out your pinky towards him, “I swear,” you proclaim. 

He finally moves his hand off of you, linking his finger with yours to make his promise. “I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he tells you. 

“Good,” you whisper, closing your eyes. 

We are still kids but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes

Zach hates to see you so stressed and upset, his heart sinks as you rest your head against the window. His hand reaches across the table to rest atop of yours. “It’s going to be okay,” he tells you quietly.

“It doesn’t feel like it,” you reply.

He sighs, “This will pass and I’m here for you. Always.”

The smallest of smiles form on your face, “I know,” you say, glancing at him. Seeing the worry in his eyes, you turn your hand around on the table so you could hold his. “Please don’t worry,” you insist. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”

He scoffs, “It works both ways, (Y/N). I’m not going to be able to not worry until I know that you’re okay.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” you mumble, bringing his hand to your lips so you could kiss his knuckles. “I must have been a saint or something in a past life.”

Zach can’t help but laugh, “Sure,” he says sarcastically. “I’m sure that’s it.”

Squeezing his hand, the smile on your face doesn’t waver. “You always know how to cheer me up,” you continue. “You’re always the one to give me advice and reassurance and to help me out. I hope you know how much I appreciate that Zach.”

Looking into your eyes, Zach found himself imagining scenes from his future-thoughts crossing his mind that he always tried to suppress. “You’re always there to do the same for me,” he counters. “We balance each other.”

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” you whisper. “I love you, Zach,” you announce, your heart suddenly picking up its pace, surprised at yourself for confiding in him. 

Emotions flash across Zach’s face too quick for you to decipher them, “I love you, too,” he declares quietly, his racing heart and the butterflies in his stomach making it hard for him to think straight.

Neither of you say anything for a while, the pair of you just sitting in the booth with your fingers entwined-unable to focus your attention on anything besides one another. 

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
With you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass
Listening to our favourite song
When I saw you in that dress
Looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this
Darling, you look perfect tonight

9 reasons why


Hi This is Tony Padilla.  

You can adjust whatever sound system or format you are listening this to. And by “you” I think I only mean one person.

Don’t worry Clay.

This isn’t like the first set.

I am not trying to be disrespectful.

I think Hannah gave me the courage to do a lot of things.

Mainly, she made me realise I wanna be honest. Honesty matters but so does the truth.

If she could pour her heart out

I wanna as well

these are the 9 reasons why to…well, you will hear it at the end of the tape. Don’t worry. I am not doing anything.

This won’t be like last time

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Like One Of Your French Girls

Pairing: Not really any pairing, but perhaps kinda Dean x reader?

Word count: 1500 words (I think this is my longest fic yet)

Warnings: None i think? mentions of alcohol consumption and nakedness though…

Summary: Dean and the reader gets drunk together after a hunt, and plays never have i ever. the next morning, none of them remember what happened. Soooo what happened?

A/N: Sorry that i haven’t posted any fics for a while, but i’ve been deep in a writers block, and this is basically me trying to get back to writing again. i hope you’ll enjoy it!

Gif is not mine

You opened the door to the bunker slowly, dragging your tired and grime-covered form down the stairs before calling dibs on the shower. The brothers for once didn’t argue, apparently finding it fair that the most dirty person took the first shower.

Not even bothering to go find a clean pajamas first, you trudged down the long dimly lit hallways of the place you called home, on your way to the big bathroom. You stepped out of your filth covered clothing, getting under the warm spray of the old showerhead, your muscles relaxing as the water slides down your body, leaving clean skin in it’s wake. You tried to hurry the best you could, but the comfortable warmth enveloping your body made it hard to resist the desire to stay there for just one more moment.

After about twenty minutes you stepped out of the now humid room, dressed in nothing but a towel. Walking to your room, you grabbed one of Dean’s old band shirts, which you had taken from him ages ago. It was soft and worn out, small holes in the fabric showing off tiny spots of your skin.

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“Burn” from Hamilton Lyrics

I saved every letter you wrote me
From the moment I read them
I knew you were mine
You said you were mine
I thought you were mine

Do you know what Angelica said
When we saw your first letter arrive?
She said

“Be careful with that one, love
He will do what it takes to survive.”

You and your words flooded my senses
Your sentences left me defenseless
You built me palaces out of paragraphs
You built cathedrals

I’m re-reading the letters you wrote me
I’m searching and scanning for answers
In every line
For some kind of sign
And when you were mine
The world seemed to


You published the letters she wrote you
You told the whole world how you brought
This girl into our bed
In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives
Do you know what Angelica said
When she read what you’d done?
She said
“You have married an Icarus
He has flown too close to the sun.”

You and your words, obsessed with your legacy…
Your sentences border on senseless
And you are paranoid in every paragraph
How they perceive you

You, you, you…

I’m erasing myself from the narrative
Let future historians wonder how Eliza
Reacted when you broke her heart

You have torn it all apart
I am watching it

Watching it burn
The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place in our bed
They don’t get to know what I said
I’m burning the memories
Burning the letters that might have redeemed you
You forfeit all rights to my heart
You forfeit the place in our bed
You sleep in your office instead
With only the memories
Of when you were mine
I hope that you burn

Lyrics by Lin-Manuel Miranda

Ride With Me (Part 7)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au


WARNINGS:  light swearing and a bit of angst

*(Y/N) and Bucky arrive at the hospital to hear Pietro’s fate and discuss their future. 

PART 7 IS HERE PEOPLE!!!! As always the feed back to this AU has been phenomenal I’m so overwhelmed, you guys are the best! Feed back is greatly appreciated! 

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You burst through the hospital doors like a woman possessed, Bucky was hot on your tail as you both stormed down the hallway to the waiting room. You were sure you had startled a few nurses as the two of you flew down the corridor. You tried to ignore the burning smell of disinfectant, rounding the corner you were met with your friends all gathered around. You’re eyes sort out Steve and Sam first, they didn’t look too bad. Steve was sporting an impressive scrape on his cheekbone and had his left arm in a sling. Sam was sat on a plastic chair his right pant leg was stained with blood and he had a deep gash that had been stitched on his forehead. Sharon was sat next to him holding an icepack to his head, a brunette woman stood next to Steve her hand running up and down his arm. So that must be Peggy you mentally added the face to the name. The two of them were conversing with a dark haired man you didn’t recognise, they all looked up at you both but your attention was on the two women sat in the corner. Natasha’s gave you a sad smile shaking her head slightly as she rubbed the younger girls back in comfort.

“Wanda” you breathed, the brunette looked up to you, her eyes red and irritated. Letting out a pained sob wiping her cheek Wanda stood and stumbled to you. You instantly wrapped your arms around her as she buried her face in the crook of you neck sobbing softly.

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