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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. 
Ride With Me.

PAIRING: ReaderxBucky! AU 

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

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!  

GIF NOT MINE

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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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.

  • also oh my god
  • baz being possessive of simon
  • yes
  • like, no he’s MY boy
  • don’t even LOOK at him
  • i’ve loved him for eight yeaRs
  • i’ve livEd with him
  • simon = mine
  • yes.
  • this could even be a Normal AU
  • they’re dating and when others hit on simon
  • baz is just like?? no???
  • and then simon kisses him
  • and says, “baz, i choose you- just as much as you choose me.”
  • “you have nothing to worry about”
  • and then he kisses baz’s cheek
  • and baz turns pink
  • and baz is happy because this boy he’s been in love with for years is agreeing to be his??
  • yes.
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“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.

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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Ride With Me (Part 7)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 2.5

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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GIFS NOT MINE

Originally posted by slashcinema

Originally posted by sebastiansource

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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You had one job

Group: BTS

Member: Suga / Min Yoongi

Word count: 801

I feel like it is really bad but I wanted to put it up anyway!

Gif is not mine

Originally posted by notjustaphase

You had gone home early from work today, your head hurt and it seemed as if the world was spinning slightly. This morning was even worse, your boyfriend had begged you to stay home today but you are stubborn and went to work anyway. It was your boss who had sent you home.

Once home you pressed the door closed with you back and dropped your bag on the floor. Taking off your shoes and not bothering to put them away, you waddled to the living room to look for your boyfriend who was currently on a little break from his job. When he was nowhere to be seen you decided that he would eventually find you.

The couch looked too comfortable for you to go all the way up the stairs and go to bed. You laid down carefully so you wouldn’t hid your head too hard on the pillows. Pulling the blanket of the back of the couch you bundled yourself up and fell asleep within the minute.

Yoongi walked in the apartment only to find your shoes and bag dropped on the floor. He placed your shoes in the shoe rack and picked up your bag. He first walked in the kitchen, there he placed your bag on a stool and went on to the bedroom. While passing the living room he was surprised he saw you curled up on the couch.

You always picked your bed over anything else that you could sleep on, so when he saw you laying there and the fact that you were home before him, he knew it was bad. He walked to the front of the couch and kneeled beside your head.

Wiping the hairs out of your face lightly he placed a loving kiss on your forehead. Your eyes flickered open “Hello sleepyhead.” You groaned and buried your face deeper in the pillow. “I did tell you to stay home today.” He voice sounded mockingly from where he was still next to your face. You only nodded your head yes as an answer acknowledging the fact that he had said it. “Has it gotten any worse?” He put his hand up to your forehead which didn’t feel absurdly hot.

“No, it has actually gotten better.” You mumbled and turned to look at your boyfriends handsome face. “What is it?” he asked you when he saw a little smile make its way onto your face. “Nothing, you’re just handsome.” He busted out a surprised laugh. You usually weren’t the one to say stuff like that and defiantly not so blunt.

“Why don’t go back to sleep and I’ll wake you up with some soup later?” he asked you, although it didn’t really sound like a question but more like an order. You nodded your head and closed your eyes again, your headache was really getting the worst of you.

After an hour of sleeping you were woken up by the pans and plates falling on the ground followed by a string of curse words. Which didn’t  bother you too much, it was more the plates that had you worried. What is glass got in his leg or what if he steps on it? You got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. 

There, to your surprise, was your boyfriend, his legs all covered in red tomato soup and some broken pieced of a soup bowl on the other end of the kitchen. He looked over at you and smiled awkwardly. “Was that the soup, babe?” you questioned while trying to hold in your laughter. “It was yeah.”

He walked over to you and stood right in front of you, his hands on your hips. You placed yours around his neck. “You had one job, Min Yoongi” you giggled. He smiled back at you and placed his head against yours. “I know, but so did you.” He picked you up and started walking. You squealed and then finally relaxed as you got used to the idea of him carrying you. “Where are you taking me? You’ll get red stains on our floor.”

“I’m getting you to bed so you can rest some more and feel better tomorrow. That is your job from this moment on.” You gave his cheek a peck and placed your head on his shoulder. When he placed you in your shared room he walked over to your closet and picked out some pyjamas. You changed and found a comfortable spot on the bed.

When Yoongi had given you a kiss he went to leave and clean up to kitchen. Before he could move to far away you grabbed his hand. ‘I love you, Min Ýoongi.” He smiled at you and squeezed your hand. “I love you too. Don’t forget about your job of the day.” 

“Burn” from Hamilton Lyrics

[ELIZA]
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

Burn
Burn

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
Burn

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

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Gif’s not mine

You knew that, one day, your brother would find out, you just didn’t expected him to act like this. The situation at the Hotel Dumort was critical, at your point of view. Your older brother, Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklin, had purple smoke on the tips of his fingers, and was direct to Raphael Santiago, the former leader of New York’s local vampire clan, and your boyfriend.

“Magnus, please, calm down.” ~ You desperately ask him. ~ “Let’s talk about this at home!”

No, no.” ~Magnus nods negatively.~ “My conversation is with him, now.”

“What do you want to know? How do I kiss her?” ~Raphael says sarcastically.~

“Raphael stop! You’re just making it get worse!” ~I say to him.~

“Sorry, mi amor.” ~He apologize, looking at me.~ ~Magnus closes his hands and Raphael begins to be suffocated.~

“Magnus! Please, stop!” ~I scream at my brother.~

“I won’t stop until you broke up with the vampire.” ~ He imposes and a red smoke starts to come out of my hands. ~

“You’re dating a Shadowhunter and I’ve never did anything, but support the two of you!” ~Magnus let Raphael go and hold my hand.~

“You have to understand, that you are my little sister, and it doesn’t matter if you’re going to have thousand years, I will always protect you. I can’t see you getting hurt.” ~He hugs me.~

You won’t, don’t worry.” ~Raphael assures.~

Requested: Yes!! By my parabatai, the diva @mrs-daddario

Requests are open!!

Burn

Pairing: John Laurens x reader

Words: 1,825

Warnings: angst, like seriously it’s pretty angsty man

Request: Requested by anonymous: Can I request a John laurens one where he cheated on the reader and the reader does burn in front of his face.

A/N: So this is a bit different from the request, because she didn’t really do burn in front of his face but I’m still pretty proud of this (I have 7 requests to do after this, but I’m going to sleep and do the requests after school tomorrow!)

I saved every letter you wrote me

You closed the box, encasing the letters your boyfriend had sent you. You always adored the letters, loving the sentiment of it.

You looked back at Peggy, who gave you an encouraging smile. You returned it, setting the box carefully in one of your drawers.

From the moment I read them I knew you were mine

You giggled, sitting down next to Eliza as you read the letter together.

“Honestly, it’s rare you find someone in 2016 that still writes letters.” Eliza commented, after she finished talking about how sweet the letter was.

“Hey, Alexander does too!” You laughed.

“Yes, that’s true. But that one is yours.” Eliza pointed out.

“He’s mine.” You whispered.

You said you were mine

“You’re mine.” You whispered in John’s ear, as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m yours.”

I thought you were mine

You spent the entire night talking with John over the phone, even though he had a meeting to go to. You worried about him for a while, but he reassured you that he’d be fine.

He said you were worth it.

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

You opened your mailbox, laughing lightly as you saw a letter from your boyfriend John. You had just started dating him, and Angelica was still waiting in your apartment.

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

You ran back inside, ripping open the letter. You showed it to Angelica and she gave you a warning look. “Be careful with that one love.”

“Why? He’s nice, and you’ve met him!” You were confused. John would never do anything to hurt you.

“He will do what it takes to survive.”

You and your words, flooded my senses

You reread the most recent letter from John. A blush rose to your cheeks as you couldn’t hold back a smile.

Your sentences left me defenseless

You felt vulnerable, reading the letters. You held it close to your chest when you finished, a content sigh escaping your lips.

You built me palaces out of paragraphs.

The paragraphs John wrote made your heart flutter. You sent a quick text to Peggy, informing her of the letter. Within minutes, the two of you were reading the letter aloud. Peggy loved reading John’s letters with you.

You built cathedrals

You visited John in his apartment, excitedly knocking on the door. He opened it, surprised to find you standing there. He invited you in, and together you talked for hours, losing track of time.

I’m re-reading the letters you wrote me

Tears blurred your vision as you dug through the small box of letters. You read all of them hundreds of times. You were alone, slowly losing all hope.

I’m searching and scanning for answers in every line

You read through the letters once more, searching for answers. Why he would’ve done this, or when. Tears dripped from your face down onto the letters he wrote you.

For some kind of sign

Eliza had to come over and take the box you held the letters in, because you wouldn’t stop looking at the notes.

And when you were mine

“John!” You squealed, laughing as he lifted you from the ground, spinning you.

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” He put you down, kissing you on the forehead.

“It’s been a week, John.”

“A long one!”

The world seemed to burn

You grabbed a few extra blankets, the fire crackling in the background. You sat next to John, turning on the TV.

“Let’s watch Elf.” John suggested. You nodded, smiling.

Burn

You waved out the window, the smile never leaving your face. You spent another day with John, sitting on the couch and just talking. You could always just talk to him. That’s one thing you loved about him.

You published the letters she wrote you

You stared, wide eyed, at the screen. Eliza stood behind you, as she was the one that brought this to your attention. John’s blog, which you loved dearly, now had texts from a random girl whom you never met. They weren’t just a hint that John was cheating, they were like a big flashing sign in front of you, telling you to leave him.

You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed

“Y/N, he posted another thing.” Eliza told you, as you wept on your bed. You looked up slowly, reading the post Eliza brought up on her phone.

He was saying out right that it was all his fault, and that he knew what he was doing when he-

You stopped reading, burying your head in your knees.

In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives

You tried to ignore the stares, as you would walk into a room. Everyone who knew you knew of how highly you thought of John. Everyone who knew you had also heard of what happened, and how devastated you had been.

Do you know what Angelica said, when she read what you’d done?

You sat in the empty garage of her apartment building. You waited for her to see the text, when you dropped your phone. Instead of picking it up, you opted to wipe your tearful eyes. A buzz from your phone caused you to pick it up.

‘I unlocked the door. Get inside I have icecream. That bitch is gonna pay.’

She said “You have married an Icarus he has flown too close to the sun.”

“You have married an Icarus.” Angelica told you poetically. “He has flown too close to the sun.” You let out a breathy laugh, listening to Angelica’s comforting words. “He doesn’t know how badly he fucked up. He lost the best damn thing he’s ever gonna get.”

You and your words, obsessed with your legacy…

“He wouldn’t have even posted if it weren’t for people anonymously giving him shit about something that wasn’t even related to that whore-”

“Don’t call her that. She didn’t know what she was doing.” You murmured, wiping your eyes.

Your sentences border on senseless

“He doesn’t make any sense!” Peggy screamed, as she read the posts over and over again.

“Peggy, you’re more obsessed than me.” You laughed, before lowering your head into your hands again.

And you are paranoid in every paragraph

You wouldn’t admit it, but every night you obsessively looked over the posts he wrote. You knew it was stupid to obsess over it, but you couldn’t help it.

He sounded paranoid, and you left it at that as you closed your laptop.

How they perceive you

John was always afraid of not being good enough. It was something you shared with him, but the way he worded the post made it sound like he was trying to be the better person. He was never considered a better person ever again in your eyes.

You, you, you…

This was the third night you found yourself laying in bed thinking of him. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but you couldn’t help it. You missed him, or, you missed the old him. The one that would hold you at night, comforting you when things were too much for you.

I’m erasing myself from the narrative

You never answered calls anymore, or left your apartment. The only person who knew you were still ok was Peggy, who recently moved in with you to make sure you were still eating, and still had a normal sleeping schedule.

You didn’t.

Let future historians wonder how Y/N reacted when you broke her heart

Whenever anyone would bring up the incident, Peggy would quickly change the subject before it could occupy your thoughts for too long.

You have torn it all apart

In the moment you read the post for the first time, you could’ve sworn you felt your heart sink down in your chest, broken.

I am watching it burn

You found the old box that Eliza hid from you. Smiling to yourself, you walked outside, grabbing a lighter on the way.

You stepped into the lot, emptied of people. It was nearly midnight, and you admired the clear sky above you for a moment.

Watching it burn

You flicked the lighter cap, a small flame erupting in your hand.

You slowly brought the flame over the pile of letters. They were engulfed in seconds, brightly shining in the darkness.

The world has no right to my heart

No one ever talked about John anymore. He seemed to have disappeared from your life.

The world has no place in our bed

You weren’t sure how you felt without him.

They don’t get to know what I said

You didn’t speak as much as you used to. You laughed less, and your mind always wandered to that night.

The night you burned his letters.

I’m burning the memories

The flames danced in front of you, sparks flying onto the pavement. After a while, the flame slowly died out, and you were content.

Burning the letters that might have redeemed you

You walked inside, greeted with a pajama-clad Peggy. She gave you a worried expression before turning back to the window, the small flame still flickering around the parts of the pile that were still flammable.

You forfeit all rights to my heart

You never spoke of how you felt, but the people close to you knew.

You forfeit the place in our bed

You remembered the first time you faced him after the incident. He looked so apologetic. Pathetic.

You sleep in your office instead

Alex told you he didn’t let him into their apartment that night. He said John was forced to sleep in his office.

With only the memories

Memories of John still raced through your mind every day.

Of when you were mine

You couldn’t help but think of the time, a few days before the incident, where you found a small box and note in his coat pocket. You weren’t supposed to read it yet, but your curiosity got the best of you.

I hope that you burn

Now, you would regret reading that note. You could still see it, clear as day. You could still see his handwriting neatly scrawled on the paper.

 

‘Y/N, I never want to lose you. Will you marry me?’

Not So Vanilla

PAIRING: reader x Tony Stark

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

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! 

GIF NOT MINE

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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"this right here, is mine.”

Got7 Jackson

Fluff 

Summary:Sleepy Jackson nuff said

Gif is not mine


You woke up next to Jackson. Last night you were watching a movie together and before you had to go home it started raining like crazy,so Jackson demanded you to stay. Since you didn’t have anything to sleep with Jackson gave you his shirt. You were drowning on it.

 You looked at your sleeping boyfriend, he looked so calm and handsome. You shifted off the bed to go to the kitchen. The cold floor stung your feet as you walked out of the bedroom. You took a class and filled it with water. Soon you felt Jackson’s hands on your waist and he nuzzled your neck “come back to bed.” He said with a sleepy voice. You turned around and wrapped your hands around his neck. Jackson’s hand fell from your waist to your ass and gave it a squeeze “this…this right here, is mine. Don’t forget that.” He said, grabbed your hand and walked back to the bedroom.

Originally posted by jwxngs

What's Your Story?
Tyler Joseph
What's Your Story?

This is a line and this line is mine
You will kindly find my feet and my spine are perfectly aligned
you will also find that on either side there is a plus and minus sign
Right now I’m on this line, minus this now I’m online

This is a line and this line is mine
You will kindly find my feet and my spine are on the plus side
Now I’d like to assign and also define what one may find on this side of the line
I will not pretend that there are no consequences of saying something offensive online
No matter what my ignorant friend says
Because words are all I have and I know it’s sad
We hide behind the mask of the latest social networking fad
So there’s respect in my status whether through Mark Zuckerberg or Tom
And I’ll treat you the same in person and yeah I’ll accept your friend request, Mom

This is a line and this line is mine
You will kindly find my feet and my spine, are on the minus sign
Now, I’d like to assign and also define what one might find on this side of the line
Now I might seem unassuming, but if you only knew what I was doing
Brewing, spewing spitting venom when I’m at that screen I ruin reputations
I will splatter, typing faster I get madder, all the insults I will gather
You’re so lucky it’s only Saturday
You have one day. Oh yes, Sunday, for my words to die away
And on that one day I must say, you’re gonna wish you had a different name
But then it’s Monday, and at school, I’ll remind them all of what I said
Then it’s Tuesday. Then it’s Wednesday. Then we’ll all find out, you’re dead.

This is a line and this line is mine
And now that I’ve assigned what one might find on either side,
you will kindly find that my feet and my spine are on the plus sign
And I’m not moving
Where are you?

Burn (from Laurens’ viewpoint)

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 how delighted I was

When I saw your first letter arrive?

I thought

“I’ll love this man forevermore”

Your affections brought me to life

You and your words flooded my senses

Your sentences left me defenseless

You built me palaces out of paragraphs

You built cathedrals

From that moment when I first saw your face

I knew I’d be helpless before you

And, God, I was

But I cannot deny

That when you said you’d be mine

The world seemed to

Burn

Burn

And every day our feelings grew

I’d pay any price, I though

Just to gaze at your face

I’d endure all the shame, I would give you my life

Do you know what my father would say

If he heard what we’d done

He’d say

“You must pray to God to save you

Now gather your belongings and run.”

Yes, I realize I never can be with you

But the weight of these feelings that I possess,

Can’t be abandoned despite how hard I try

I’m sorry I loved you

You, you, you…

I’m erasing myself from the narrative

Please know it’s the only cure for this disease we’ve

Contracted that plagues both our hearts

I’ll give up the part

Of my soul that you burned

But my love, it still burns

I gave you a piece of my heart

I saved you a place in my bed

Now those feelings are gone and they’re dead

I’ll burn all the memories

Burn all the letters that might have condemned you

You’ll forfeit all rights to my heart

You’ll forfeit the place in our bed

Get a wife and love her instead

Just leave me the memories

Of when you were mine

Or else I might burn

Listen

Alrighty, so my friend @bimtrashes​ wrote a parody of Burn from John Laurens’ POV

I decided to record said parody. 

PLEASE NOTE: I am not Pippa Soo. I cannot sing very well. This is the only time I have to do this, so please forgive me if my voice cracks or if the timing is off a little(both of which I know happen). 

The lyrics are not mine. The art is not mine(idk whose it is. A friend sent it to me. If it is yours, let me know, I’ll tag you)


Lyrics

[LAURENS]

I saved every letter you wrote me
From the moment I read them
I knew you were mine
You said we’d be fine
I thought you were mine

Do you know what my father said?
He caught me setting letters aside
And said
“Be careful with that one, son,
He’s making you more than just smile.”

You and your words flooded my senses
Your sentences left me defenseless
Ruining palaces with your paragraphs
Wrecking cathedrals

I’m re-reading the letters you wrote me
Captivated by the appeasement
From every line
Saw every sign
That showed you were mine

The world seemed to
Burn
Burn

They’ll light up the letters I wrote you
They’ll erase the fact that I longed for you inside my bed
In clearing my name, and part of my life

Do you know what my father said
When he read what we’d done?
He said
“You’ve fallen for another man,
I won’t bear to call you my son.”

You and your words pleading impatiently
My sentences rendered too reckless
They’ve grown paranoid of the first paragraph
“To convince you…”

You, you, you…

They will erase me from our narrative
Soon, future historians search for our affections and where it all starts
They’re tearing us apart

And I’m watching it
Burn
Watching it burn

The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place in my head
They won’t know what I could have said
He’s burning the memories
Burning the letters that might have set me free

They’ll forfeit the rights of my heart
They’ll forfeit your place in my head
I’ll lay alone on my bed
With all of those memories
Of when you were mine


I hope it won’t burn.