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OTP Quotes Challenge

A belated celebration for reaching 5000+ followers! Here we have a list of random quotes for you to use for your OTP! You can have followers tell you numbers to draw your OTP as, or you can write stories based on your favorites, or both! Take these quotes in any direction you like for your creative use. Have fun!

  1. “Aah! That tickles!”
  2. “whAT IS THAT?!”
  3. “woah what happened while I was gone”
  4. “wait no that’s mine what are you doing”
  5. “No, I’m paying”
  6. “It’s fine, stop worrying about me”
  8. “Come over here— oh crap no don’t fall— why does this always happen”
  9. “just tAKE THE JACKET”
  10. “I’m so hungry I could eat a— stop looking at me like that in public”
  11. “Well, that was certainly awkward”
  13. “are… are you awake? Did you fall asleep already”
  14. “great, what did you bring home this time?”
  15. “I don’t know why you don’t like this outfit on you. You look splendid.”
  16. “aaah I can’t stop blushing… No you’re not helping at all”
  17. “I can’t believe they spelled your name wrong again”
  19. “I can’t… I can’t believe you actually remembered…”
  20. “Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!”
  21. “okay, and how much money did you spend on that thing?”
  22. “I wish we could stay here forever”
  23. “who was that? oh… your cousin…”
  24. “You okay? You seem a little off today”
  25. “I’m fine
  26. “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
  27. “c-can I hold your hand?..”
  29. “oh, remember when you used to wear that all the time? Good times.”
  30. “you can’t run so it’ll be faster if I just carry you”
  31. “You don’t need to tell me— I’ve memorized your order by now”
  32. “y-you look… you look very nice.”
  33. “did that person just take a picture of us?”
  34. “c’mon, let’s dance!”
  36. “oh, we are not letting you drive when you’re like this”
  37. “you’re a nerd. but my favorite nerd.”
  38. “why do you find those cute I hate those pictures of myself”
  39. “you’re very warm… It’s nice.”
  40. “You know what? I wasn’t even surprised by that. I’m that used to you.”
  41. “Wait, stay right there— I’ve got a song for you”
  42. “oh thank goodness… I didn’t think you’d still be here.”
  43. “You don’t have to do this if you’re scared”
  45. “I can’t believe you actually bought that”
  46. “that… that was a lot different than I thought it’d be”
  48. “let’s pretend I didn’t see you do that”
  49. “You’re too sweet”
  50. “ah, you’re up. how’d you sleep?”

taylor swift in 2014: For years, I was never sure if we were friends or not. She would come up to me at awards shows and say something and walk away, and I would think, ‘Are we friends, or did she just give me the harshest insult of my life?…She did something so horrible. I was like, 'Oh, we’re just straight-up enemies.’ And it wasn’t even about a guy! It had to do with business. She basically tried to sabotage an entire arena tour. She tried to hire a bunch of people out from under me. And I’m surprisingly non-confrontational – you would not believe how much I hate conflict. So now I have to avoid her. It’s awkward, and I don’t like it. Sometimes the lines in a song are lines you wish you could text-message somebody in real life. I would just be constantly writing all these zingers – like, 'Burn. That would really get her.’ And I know people are going to obsess over who it’s about, because they think they have all my relationships mapped out. But there’s a reason there are not any overt call-outs in that song. My intent was not to create some gossip-fest. I wanted people to apply it to a situation where they felt betrayed in their own lives.

katy perry in 2017: It’s about backing dancers. It’s so crazy! OK, so there are three backing dancers that went on tour with her tour, right? And they asked me before they went on tour if they could go, and I was like, ‘Yeah, of course. I’m not on a record cycle, and get the work, and she’s great and all that. But I will be on a record cycle in about a year, so be sure to put a 30-day contingency in your contract so you can get out if you want to join me when I say I’m going back on.’ So that year came up, right? And I texted all of them—because I’m very close with them—and I said, ‘Look, just FYI: I’m about to start, I want to put the word out there.’ And they said, ‘All right, we’re going to talk to management about it.’ And they did. And they got fired. And I tried to talk to her about it, and she wouldn’t speak to me.It was a full shutdown and then she writes a song about me. There’s a situation. Honestly, she started it and it’s time for her to finish it. And I tried to talk to her about it, and she wouldn’t speak to me… It was a full shut down and then she writes a song about me. And I’m like, ‘Okay, cool, cool, cool, that’s how you want to deal with it?’ Karma! I’m ready for that B.S. to be done.  Now, there is the law of cause and effect. You do something, and there is going to be a reaction. And trust me, daddy, there’s going to be a reaction. I think personally that women together, not divided – and like none of this petty sh-t – women together will heal the world.

people who don’t realise taylor put all this info on the table herself 3 years ago:

I have this random headcanon about the Captain Swan wedding, ok.

So Emma and Killian make up yadda yadda, the engagement is back on, and he has a long lovely talk with Charming to make amends and all is right in the Charming-Jones world. 

They get married and everyone (read: me) cries and it’s beautiful and wonderful and True Love Forever.

But then it’s the wedding reception. And while Killian and Emma and her family are all fine, whispers still persist following the drama that happened around the engagement and Killian’s disappearance. Gossip quietly tinges the party with the “well I heard he left her” and “no no no she kicked him out” and “well he killed her grandfather, I can’t believe David and Snow allowed this to happen” etc etc etc. 

And it’s probably someone like fucking Grumpy running his dumb mouth after too many beers when all of the sudden


A fork jabs down, perfectly in between his fingers that rest on top of the table. 

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And I curse thee, wretched princess
With a gift
That will taste like poison to your sweet lips
(lips that i would have kissed, lips that i would have worshipped)
I grant you the gift of sight
Of predicting the future
(your eyes would not meet mine; i will fill them with horror)
(for it is the destiny of your sacred city; for this you can trust the god of oracles)
Here lies not my curse
It is much more cruel, much more insidious
No one will ever believe that you tell the truth
(oh sweet Cassandra i would have loved you long and true)
I sentence you to witness the doom of your family, your city, your loved ones
I sentence you to misery and ruin
I sentence you to be deprived of love
(this favour you denied me, you will never be able to give it to anyone else willingly)

Oh, cursed, lonely, forsaken princess
How I regret my rage, how I wish I could undo the past
For as I cursed you, I cursed myself
(an eternity of suffering and sadness, before time can soften my grief)
The sun god is now sentenced to gaze at you from his chariot in the sky
(do you remember playing with snakes in my temple when you were a child?)
(how i miss those simpler times)
Forced to see his beloved mistreated, taken away, lost in a foreign land beyond his reach
Left unable to act
(forgiveness is not a quality the gods possess, how i wish i had been less divine)
Cassandra, I’m sorry my love, he sings in every sunrise, forgive me, I regret
And now the sun god weeps every evening, tears of light and tears of sunset
(it’s too late now. the world has changed. the sacred city of Troy has fallen)
—  apollo’s complaints (l.m)

Summary: After a hunt goes bad the reader lets Dean’s words get her down.

Characters: Sister! Reader x Castiel, Dean, Sam

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Language, Self-loathing, Low self esteem, Castiel being super awesome

A/N:  I wrote this little short for @iwantthedean two prompt challenge. My prompt was “Guilt and I are old friends it’s a companion that sits on my back”.  Also the whole time I wrote this I was thinking of the song Fix You by Coldplay.  I hope you all enjoy it and any feedback is appreciated!

Also: Thank you @chelsea072498 for beta’ing and @tankcupcakes & @paintrider13-blog for the encouragement! 

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All Tangled Up

Original request from my darling rose @formyfandoms:  Good Evening, Miss Erin! I was here, wondering if I could get a request? I’m thinking maybe a Steve thing, where your super close to Tony, Bruce and Vision, until one night, you’re having a super tough time, and the three are busy with one thing or another, and Stevie, who let’s say has been ‘crushing’ invites himself into your room to watch Netflix, and have cuddles, and then falls asleep with you, and wakes up cuddling you, and lil kisses? If you can do this, thank thank you so much! Love you!

A/N: Okay, it might not be 100000% true to the prompt, but it’s damn near close and I’m pretty proud of it. I really hope you like it!!!!

Pairing: StevexReader

Word Count: 1615

Warnings: None

“Bruce, where are you guys?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but Tony and I were asked to bring Vision to the New York sanctum. You know that Strange has been trying to study all of the infinity stones he has access to.”


“We don’t know what his magic can do, and we don’t want to piss him off. You know what happened last time we underestimated someone with manipulative powers.”’

“Yeah, I know.”

“I know it’s tough, but I promise we’ll be home as soon as we possibly can.”

I nod, regardless of whether or not he can see. “Okay. Alright, I can work with that.”

“What?” Bruce’s voice sounds distant, like he’s holding the phone away from his face. “It’s (Y/N). What? Tony, you have to look at me when you’re talking to me. Tony-Tony, please, I’m trying to talk to- what?” I hear him sigh in exasperation. “He wants to know if he can talk to you.”

“Of course he can.”

The other end is silent as Bruce hands off the phone to Tony. “Hey, kid, how’s it going?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not a kid, Tony.”

“Whatever,” He laughs. “What’s up? You doing okay?”

“I’m having a rough day. I miss you guys.”

“We should be home soon, don’t worry. We could be done faster if Mr. Mysterious would let go of Vision’s head and let him show the good doctor what he can do!”  From the volume of his voice I can only assume he’s leaning away from the phone and yelling at the sorcerer, trying to get him to do what he wants.

“It’s okay, Tony. I can figure out how to deal until you get back.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just don’t get yourself killed while you’re there.” My brow furrows. “Sounds like you’re already picking a fight.”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). The guy has some pretty fantastic facial hair. We’ll bond. Soon we’ll be awesome facial hair bros. It’s going to happen. Just you wait and see.”

I laugh. “Don’t forget to trademark that one.”

“Don’t worry, I’m already contacting a paralegal to make sure it happens. I-what?” Tony’s voice fades away as he pulls the phone away from his mouth. “Sorry, looks like I have to let you go.”


“We’ll see you as soon as we get back.”

“Alright, see you soon.”

The line goes dead and I flop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

“Hey, (Y/N), you alright?”

I turn my head towards the source of the voice and find Steve in the doorway of my room. I shrug and turn back to the ceiling. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve. I’m not really having the best day.”


“Yup. I’m having a less than great day and my support system is probably somewhere in Manhattan, yucking it up with the sorcerer supreme.”


“Tony, Bruce and Viz are at the New York sanctum so Doctor Strange can study the infinity stone stuck in Vision’s head and I miss them. A Lot.”

“Oh,” Steve’s tone indicates that he may have finally understood. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

I shrug again. “I don’t know. Unless you want to lay in bed with me all day and binge watch Glee, then the answer is probably gonna be ‘no’.”

He shrugs and saunters over to my bed, plopping down beside me and propping his socked feet up on the mattress. “What season are you on right now?” He asks, scooting up towards the headboard.

“Five,” I answer, heaving myself up into a sitting position and grabbing my laptop from beside my bed. He groans and lets his head fall back against the headboard with a quiet thud. I look at him with my eyebrows raised questioningly. “What?”

“Are you just starting the season?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Why?” I open up my laptop and select the first episode of the season. “Is Captain America a big fat softie?”

“I’ll have you know I am very in touch with my emotions.”

“Yeah, sure,” I snort and roll my eyes.

“Shh, watch the show.”

“What the fuck!?” I yell, slamming the laptop shut and rubbing tears away with the butt of my hand. “What the hell!”

“I told you!” Steve says, wiping away his own tears.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.” I grouse. “Fucking Glee, messing with my emotions. Shit.”

“Do you need a hug?”

“Fuck you,” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. We sit silently for a moment before I turn to Steve and wrap my arms around his middle. “Yes.”

Steve laughs shakily and wraps his arms around my shoulders, shuffling us down the bed and pulling a blanket up and over us before opening my laptop again and starting the next episode. “It’ll get better.”

“Lies,” I growl into his chest. “Lies and slander.”

“Well, you’re just going to have to keep watching, now aren’t you?”

“Fine,” I grumble. “But I’m kicking your ass if it ends badly.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He murmurs. I feel him smile against my hair as the next episode starts.

Somewhere around the middle of the Christmas special, I feel my eyelids growing heavy and I can’t stay awake any longer.

I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally hearing the dialogue from the show in the background.

“Hey, doll, you still with me?” Steve asks quietly.

I shake my head no and press my face more firmly into his side, chasing after the warmth his body radiates.

I feel a laugh rumble through his chest and his body shifts a little before he pulls the covers up to my shoulders. He rolls onto his side and rests his arm over my waist, his warmth seeping through the blankets.

I hum contentedly and cuddle into him before drifting off completely.

If (Y/N) could see the stupid smile plastered on Steve’s face, she would probably laugh. He fondly remembers her teasing over him crying over Glee and shakes his head.

She looks so incredibly peaceful and the way she’s pressed against his body makes his heart pound so hard that he’s certain (Y/N) can hear it.

He runs the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone before gently combing through her hair. She makes a quiet needy sound at the back of her throat and takes a fistful of his shirt to pull herself closer to him.

Steve swears his heart stops and he can’t help wrapping his arms around her. He doubts she would let him do this if she were anywhere close to lucid, but he’s glad that he gets to hold her while he can.

(Y/N) buries her face in his chest and Steve’s eyes shutter closed.

He falls asleep to the sound of (Y/N)’s gentle, even breathing.

“Steve?” His name is out of my mouth before I’m even fully awake.

“Hmm?” He hums sleepily, one of his hands gently combing through my hair.

“Did I fall asleep on you?”

I feel more than hear the chuckle that jolts through his chest. “Yeah, kind of.”

“Sorry,” I mumble, hiding my face against his chest. “Wait, are we cuddling?”

I feel Steve tense up and slowly move his arms away from my body. “Sorry…”

“I’m not saying that was an invitation to stop.” I say hastily, pulling his arms back around me. “Why would you be sorry?”

“Well, I mean… you were asleep and I just…” He looks away from me, a dark blush creeping across his cheeks. I carefully reach up and push his hair away from his forehead.

“Steve, just tell me.”

“You have to promise not to laugh.”

“You know I can’t promise that.” I lift my eyebrows at him, prompting him to continue.

He sighs loudly and rolls his eyes before taking another deep breath and answering my question.

“I’ve had a crush on you for so long and you just looked so content, I couldn’t help it.” He finally meets my eyes and I can’t help the smile that finds its way onto my face. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because your an adorable, bashful, dumb dork.” I shake my head. “I’ve probably had a crush on you since I joined the team.”

“You what?!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t notice!”

“How could I have?!”

“How could you not, Cap?” Tony’s voice sounds from the doorway. “What with her constant mooning over you always saying things like, “Oh, Steve is so handsome! He’s so strong and capable!” He says in a mocking falsetto, his hands clasped together and fluttering his eyelashes. “I wish he’d let me show him what I’m capable of.”

“Okay, that’s quite enough from you!” I declare, grabbing one of my throw pillows and chucking it at Tony’s head.

“Hey!” Tony protests, batting the pillow out of the air.

“Get outta here!” I say, holding up another pillow.

“Okay, okay! I’ll leave you two to your gross shenanigans.” Tony says, running away from the second throw pillow as it sails through the air towards him.

I settle back into Steve and he chuckles softly.

“So you like me, huh?” Steve murmurs.

“Oh shut up,” I mutter, pulling his face down to mine and pressing my lips against his. He smiles against my mouth and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me against his body before deepening the kiss.

He breaks away and peppers kisses across my cheeks and around my lips before pressing a chaste kiss against my lips. “As long as you keep kissing me like that, I’ll do anything you say, doll.”

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I Can Change Your Name

Here it is! I hope everyone enjoys it! This is only my second fanfic so if anyone has any pointers, I would sure appreciate it! :)

I do not own Fairy Tail or the characters, Hiro Mashima does. 

Rating: t

Pairings: nalu

Characters: natsu, lucy, lucy’s boss (unnamed character)

“Lucy! I expect to see those papers gone through and edited on my deck be the end of the day.”

“Yes, sir.” Lucy flashed a fake smile to her boss.

“And I don’t care how long it takes I want it done!” Lucy’s boss barked

“Of course you don’t care.” she mumbles under her breath.

“What was that, Heartfilia?”

“I said I’ll have it done as soon as I can. Sir.”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

Lucy worked for The Magnolia Papers. Her official title was the “paid intern”. In other words, she was treated like nothing and expected to do everything. She did the editing on all the papers and wrote most of the papers. She sometimes even designed the papers. But, she never got the credit, she was only the intern after all, and her boss wasn’t about to give her credit. All she wanted was a little recognition here and there. She knew the business wouldn’t be as successful without her, so she sucked it up and did her job.

When Lucy sat down at her deck to see how many papers she had to read and edit, she almost yelled. 400 papers. She had to read and edit 400 papers by the end of the day. Lucy wanted to crumble on the ground and cry and scream. But she wouldn’t. No, she wouldn’t. That was exactly what her boss wanted. Her boss had wanted her gone the second she was hired. Luckily her boss was only the supervisor for their branch so he had little to no authority over who was hired and fired. The only reason he wanted her fired was because her last name was Heartfilia. Lucy wasn’t too fond of her name either though. Her father had done bad things to good people. Unfortunately for Lucy, no matter how hard she worked or how kind she was, she would always have that last name.

“Five papers to go.” She thought to herself.

The words on the pages were starting to move around the page but she wouldn’t give up.  

“Done! Finally done.”

Sighing from exhaustion she looked around to see if anyone else was left at the office. When she didn’t see anyone, she looked at the clock to see how late it was.

“10:30 already? Wow, I better get home.”

Lucy dropped the pile of papers off at her boss’s desk and went out to her car to go home.

As Lucy walked through her apartment door she saw her boyfriend laying on the couch watching TV.


“Oh, hey Luce! How was your day?”

“Awful! Just Awful.” Lucy pouted.

Natsu frowned at her response and opened his arms. Lucy didn’t waste a second before jumping into them.

“What happened?” he asked as he adjusted himself so they could both lay on the couch.

“My boss made me read and edit 400 papers! 400 papers Natsu! You would not believe how bad of a head ache I have right now. I didn’t even get a break today! I don’t understand why he treats me like this.”

“I’m so sorry, Lucy. I wish there was something I could do.”

Natsu pulled her in closer to him. Lucy laid her head on his chest enjoying his natural heat. She had always loved how warm he was. When he held her, she always felt so calm. It was as if his warmth wrapped around her, shielding her from any worries.

“Do you know what else he did?” Lucy pulled away slightly to look in his eyes.

“What did he do?”

“He had the audacity to call me by my last name. Maybe he would like me more, or at least treat me better if I had a different one.” She sighed as she laid back down on Natsu. She closed her eyes wanting to forget about the terrible day she had just had.

“Hey, Luce?” Natsu said after a few minutes.

“Hmmm?” She hummed with her eyes still closed.

“I know you don’t like your last name now but, maybe I can change it.”

Lucy opened her eyes and saw a silver band with a small diamond in the middle. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Natsu moved from the couch and knelt to the ground.

“Lucy, will you… Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes, Natsu!

With shaky hands Natsu reached to grab Lucy’s hand to put her ring on her finger.

When Natsu was finished, she leaned in for a kiss. Lucy’s day might have started out rough but, her earlier worries had completely slipped her mind.

c7-r2thgsytrw  asked:

what do you think about what zero told yuuki ; that he will accept and love her and the part of her where "that person" remains ?

Immediately, I think of how Zero loves Yuuki unconditionally. He could never resent her for connections she’s made beyond him. He would never punish her in any way for loving others beside himself. He is completely selfless in his affections for her.

Yuuki can hardly believe it herself. We know she feels unworthy of the love he gives to her so freely because she’s so emotionally unavailable after the traumatic death/suicide of Kaname, but that’ll come to pass when she eventually begins to live for herself. His love is very deep and pure, that’s what I think, to the point that I sometimes wish he could be a bit more selfish. But that’s not in his character.


For a better appreciation, I’d say to compare that to Kaname who claimed to feel the same way, saying that he was fine with Yuuki’s attachment to Zero because she chose to “suffer” and stay with him. But ultimately, Yuuki’s preference for Zero was his undoing.

Yuuki loved Kaname as her family, as someone that had a profound impact upon her life, even if she felt she never really knew him. But it is as Zero said, Kaname “bound” Yuuki to him, and it’s easy to interpret that to be from the guilt he employed to control her. “That person” would remain a part of her, and VKM is trying to represent how she’s handling that.

The line was a reaffirmation of the trio’s dynamic. More importantly Zero and Yuuki’s as it gave reason, yet again, as to why it was these two that were able to eventually find their way out of the deep dark forest together, cultivating a family and their love for the rest of their lives. The patience of Zero to fully accept Yuuki as broken as she became, and Yuuki’s recovery to become radiant once again – it is as the love theme says: If you want to hurry, go slow [very slow lol -shot-].

Thank you for the ask! And I hope you have a nice day! :) ♥

anonymous asked:

oq prompt if you're taking them — henry has an argument with violet and asks robin for advice on how he overcomes his with regina (bonus points if it's from regina's pov and she overhears the whole thing:))

She doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, not really, but when she finds herself stopped just shy of the living room doorframe by the sound of two very male voices inside - Henry’s was getting lower by the day it seemed, her baby boy was growing up too fast! - she can’t help but linger and especially so when she hears the subject of their conversation - Violet.

“I didn’t mean to snap at her, it’s just,” Henry sighed tiredly, “I’ve been studying so hard for our midterms and, no offence, but Robyn’s not the quietest of criers.”

“Oh none taken, believe me,” Robin chuckled good naturedly and how Regina wished she could see through walls. It was one of her favourite sites, seeing her love and her son together just as she knew it was Robin’s to see her with Roland or with Robyn, their bonds ever-strengthening.

“When I get a little bit of free time, I want to just…”


She rolled her eyes with a quiet laugh at Robin’s reply, the terms of the youth sounding even more ridiculous on his tongue.

Henry chuckled too, always as amused as she by his attempts, before he agreed. “It’s just nice sometimes to have a little quiet time, you know?”

“Believe me when I say that I understand, Henry.”

“Well, what do you do?” She heard him shift on the sofa, no doubt angling himself more towards Robin with his question, “When you want some peace but don’t want to upset Mom or anything?”

Robin released a long sigh through his nose and she found herself listening a little harder for his answer as she pressed herself against the wall. “It depends really,” he began carefully and she found herself rather curious to hear his thoughts when he believed she couldn’t. “The thing with your mother is,” he continued, “I find that I’ve always craved her company even before we were together. She despised me in the Enchanted Forest during the Missing Year and told me so at every opportunity yet still I just wanted to be near her. Once,” he chuckled at the forming memory, “she threatened to set me on fire for refusing to leave her alone in the library whilst she worked at finding a solution to our problem with your Aunt Zelena.”

Henry laughed too as Regina pursed her lips at the memory, shaking her head at the remembered feeling of irritation his presence had given her. “And did she?”

“Almost,” Robin replied, “at one point I did genuinely believe she’d follow through.”

“Then why did you stay?”

“I didn’t want her to be lonely.” His answer was so simple and so easily given that Regina felt her heart melting in her chest even as she shook her head at her sap of a lover, “even if that meant me losing my eyebrows.” The boys laughed for a long moment, as did she, before he continued, “My point is though, even now both your mother and myself need some quiet time to come down from the stress of our days. Sometimes I’ll go and visit my men in the woods, as you well know, and sometimes she will take herself off for a run but, most of the time, we spend that time together. Your mother is not just my soul mate, she is my dearest friend. She makes me laugh until my ribs ache, she can soothe my deepest fears and she knows when silence is needed.”

“In those times that I find myself alone, I miss her. Don’t get me wrong, your mother and I can spend time apart from one another, we are not attached at hip,” he chuckled good-naturedly, “but there is a reason that she and I are meant to be together. We just fit. That is also not to say that you and Violet shouldn’t be together if you don’t feel that way for her Henry. It’s healthy to argue, to want some time to yourself, and especially at your age. You’re young, you’re supposed to want your independence, to need time to yourself and it’s okay to feel that way. You just need to understand that sometimes, that desire can be misconstrued by those wanting to spend time with you.”

“If you can find a way to include Violet in your quiet time, then I’m sure she would be appreciative of that but if you truly wish for a little time to yourself then just be honest with her. Tell her the truth. I’ve found that your mother much prefers when I am honest with her, even when I’m terrified that it’s going to hurt her feelings. Women are far more perceptive than we are, Henry.”

There was a long moment of silence that followed in which she guessed that Henry was digesting Robin’s words before her boy replied with a soft, “You’re right,” and then an appreciative, “thanks, Robin,” that was followed by a small clap when they shook hands as they often did before Robin would pull him into a hug that always melted Regina’s heart. “I think I’m gonna call her.”

“No problem, I hope you get everything resolved.”

Henry appeared moments later through the door that led out to the bottom of the stairs and took them two at a time as he moved up to his room. She gave Robin a couple of minutes to himself before she finally moved once more and stepped into the living room.

“There’s my girl,” he grinned the moment he laid eyes on her and lifted his hands palm upwards in invitation.

Her smile was soft, her eyes warm as she took those hands and allowed him to pull her closer so that her shins were pressed to his legs and his arms wrapped easily around her hips as he pressed a kiss to her stomach before resting his chin there and looking up at her. She lifted a hand to his cheek, smoothing her thumb over his cheekbone as she tilted her head and told him, “I love you, so much.”

His chuckle was breathy and his answer came easily as he replied, “As I love you,” before this palms flattened against the small of her back and encouraged her to straddle his lap as he leaned against the back of the couch. “Now, how’s about we don’t talk for a little while, hmm?”

Regina chuckled at that naughty little gleam in his eyes before she placed her hands on the back of the sofa either side of his shoulders and replied, “I think that is a wonderful idea,” and closed the rest of the distance to capture his lips.

Asking For It [7/?]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, arguing, sister trouble, and basically shit gets ugly.

A/N: Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged?

From the beginning

Your life couldn’t get more perfect, an Avenger, engaged to Steve Rogers, your life was better than you planned. That is till your twin sister shows up, shady as they come you knew better than to trust her. Mirrored features, but two completely different people. She’s stirring up trouble in your perfect life, but what happens when Buck falls hard for her and you know she’s up to no good?Can you convince him she’s bad news before he’s too far into her web?

You sip your coffee in the quiet, sitting at the island, staring out into the living room, at the windows showing the skyline. The sound of people waking and leaving their rooms pulls your attention. You sip your coffee as the team slowly trickles into the kitchen. Greeting Sam and Steve, who leans down kissing your cheek, you smirk at Nat as she steals fruit from your plate. Going completely sour as Ava and Buck join the rest of you.

“Good morning.” Clint smiles at you. You stand up, nodding to him, lips pressed together.

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Pairing: Steve x reader

Request: @thecoffeestudyblr​ : hey can i request a Steve Rogers imagine where the reader is super shy and anxious and is Tony’s niece who interns at the Avengers Tower for her college since her college requires an internship program and during the Civil War she has to decide what side she will be on and she has a huge crush on Steve but she also works for Tony but her and Steve rlly hit it off when they first meet and he becomes rlly overprotective and understanding of her so she sides w Steve and Tony is mad. Angst + Fluff?

A/N: so, I did it. I had no fucking inspiration and wanted to throw all this away but no, I did it. I have so less time these days but I think I am doing just fine, thank you all for being there. This one’s another Steve fic, I don’t know how this turned out but I think my writing is getting better and actually has gotten a lot better from before.i recently got my sould removed so the author’s note aint really a note. Hope you like it!

Warning(s): angst, crying, self-criticism.

Word Count: 1403

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

You were pacing to the lab with the files and papers tony and Bruce had asked you to bring immediately. You were only a few feet away from the lab before you tripped over something and fell almost face first on the floor. ‘ouch.’ You said with your face in the papers. You sat up and found the culprit; a prototype hand of Tony’s new suit. ‘damn it, uncle tony.’ you muttered and started to gather the files before you heard a chuckle.

‘yeah, he’s kinda messy.’ Steve said before kneeling in front of you. he started helping you gather the papers and you passed him a quick, shy smile. you couldn’t believe CAPTAIN AMERICA was helping you. that or a gorgeous man was helping you.

‘thank you.’ you muttered.

 ‘no problem.’ He got up with a bundle and offered to help, which you didn’t deny. ‘you’re (y/n), right? Tony’s niece?’ he asked as you carried on your way.

‘yes, how do you know?’ you asked.

‘tony being tony, held this meeting and very politely threatened us all to act nice to you. he especially told the guys that if anyone flirts or tries to trouble you he will kill us.’ he said and you chuckled.

‘he’s a bit overprotective.’ You said.

a bit?’ he looked at you and you playfully rolled your eyes. You both entered the lab chuckling and tony quirked a brow at you two.

‘is that star spangled specimen trying to get it on with, my niece?’ tony wondered.

‘seems like it but they can just be friends.’ Bruce replied.

‘I said that out loud?’ tony asked and Bruce nodded.

‘you need sleep, tony. you are sleep deprived. You have lost control’ he whispered dramatically and tony punched him lightly. ‘you don’t wanna anger the other guy.’ He warned sipping on his coffee.

‘hell I don’t.’ tony walked towards you both and Bruce shook his head at him. ‘hello, capsicle,’ tony gave Steve a sarcastic smile. ‘(y/n),’ he gave you a genuine smile. ‘why are you holding all that?’ he took all the files from you and handed them to steve without sparing him a look. ‘you liking it here?’ he asked.

‘yeah, it’s really nice. The people are great.’ You looked at Steve and he smiled back. Tony shot Steve a sharp look and he looked down.

‘great, now why don’t you go talk with Natasha or someone else, huh sweetheart?’ he you. you nodded and left.  ‘my niece, rogers. MY NIECE. She’s young and an intern, don’t you dare-‘ tony started but steve kept the files aside and decided to interrupt him.

‘can you not? We were just talking. You are just stressed with the recent events, I think you-‘

  ‘guys, we don’t need this okay? Bruce interrupted. ‘lay it off. They were just talking and (y/n) is mature enough to understand what’s right and wrong. you have to stop acting like this tony, alright?’ bruce kept a hand on tony’s shoulder and he nodded.

‘I’ll, I’ll just go.’ Tony took a deep breath and left.

You were getting along great with Steve and the others. It wasn’t like you were an intern and working there. You felt like you were around family and friends, work wasn’t work it felt like all play. Steve and you were getting closer each day, and you didn’t mind it, you had always had a big crush on him. he was smart, dorky, funny, and not to forget gorgeous. He was one of a kind, he would read with you, talk to you about his past and everything he wanted to. With him, you felt like you weren’t some extra puzzle piece, he made you feel like you fit, like you were good enough just the way you were no matter how shy or weird you were. Everything was going great. It was all falling into place before everything started falling apart.

The cracks formed between the avengers post that conference. Oh, how you wished it had never happened. Only if there was no dispute over the sokovia accords. It seemed like it wasn’t that big a problem, it seemed like it could be mended but things got worse. Steve found bucky, the cracks got deeper. And as the situation worsened, when you thought it couldn’t possibly happen, the cracks weren’t there; the team had been split into two.

‘I cannot believe you are having second thoughts about this, (y/n)!’ tony cried, hurt heavy in his eyes and voice. ‘you are my blood! I have treated you like my daughter, haven’t I?’ he stepped closer to you. there was a lump in your throat and you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

You were terrified to say the least. It wasn’t just right or wrong you had to choose in this situation, it was love and blood, it was being loyal or judicious. You had to choose a side. You had to decide.

‘(y/n), look me in the eyes and talk to me. is it going to be me or him?’ he asked, his voice growing angrier.

‘him..’ you looked up, your voice barely above a whisper. Tony was taken aback. You too? Was there no one left of what he called his family he could trust? he felt like someone had punched him in his tear ducts.

 An ‘oh’ was all that he could muster. ‘uncle tony-‘ you started to speak but he silenced you by putting forward a hand.

‘don’t. leave. just leave.’ he looked away from you. you bit your bottom lip and violently wiped the tears off your face. you slung your backpack and started to leave. ‘(y/n)?’ he asked and you faced him. ‘don’t call me uncle ever again. don’t come back.’ He said and your heart dropped to your stomach. You turned away and left. Tony couldn’t see your tears, neither could you see his. Both of you lost something precious that day.

You were running nonstop. You couldn’t stop, you couldn’t stop until you saw Steve’s face. only he could help you calm down, help ease these achy feeling, help heal your broken heart. It was all so overwhelming, what have you done? You stopped when you saw Steve standing by his car anxiously waiting for you. he straightened up when he saw you. you crashed into his chest and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you protectively and rubbed your back.

‘shhh.. doll, it’s okay. I know it’s hard but it’ll all be alright.’ He tried to calm you.

‘I hurt him, Steve. He said- he said that I can never call him my uncle again. He looked so broken, I am so selfish.’ Your voice cracked. He pulled back and put his hand on your shoulders.

‘you’re not selfish, you are not wrong. you are doing what’s right.’ He wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs. You didn’t know how to react so you just stared at him blankly. He sighed quietly and opened the door of the backseat. He got in first and then made space for you to lay on top of him.

You lay your head on top of his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You had both forgotten about everything else for a while before he broke the silence.

‘everything will be alright. I know it will.’ He said mostly to himself and you hummed in response. ‘I am sorry I –‘

‘it was my decision.’ You kept a hand on his cheek and ran your thumb on his cheekbone. ‘please don’t make yourself go through all this.’ You said and he kept a hand on your hand. He gave you a small smile. ‘I don’t know what to do, neither do you. guess we’ll just have to..’ you looked for a word but couldn’t find one that would fit.

‘guess we’ll have to help keep each other afloat.’ He gave you a small smile. you nodded before resting your head on his chest again. He kissed the top of your head and started to soothingly rub your back again. what was coming ahead didn’t seem good, things were surely going to take a bad turn. But at that moment you didn’t care, you didn’t care about the broken ribbons or the ones that would break ahead. you for now, had to be strong, for you knew nothing else of what the future might hold.

Sudden Stupidity

Pairing: Chris Jackson x Reader

Word Count: 2,374

TW: smut and kinks suggested (don’t expect me to ever write smut, I don’t think I’ll be any good at it lol)

Originally posted by hamiltonhell

“What are we doing?”

“Laying in bed.”

You rolled over to see Chris’ playful smile and tooth gap that you’d grown to adore beaming down at you. You smacked his bare chest and pouted, “I’m serious. What are we doing?”

“Ya gotta be a bit more specific. You know I’m not the sharpest crayon in the toolbox.”

“Crayon in the tool- Chris!” You refocused yourself although his intentional mix of phrases almost physically pained you. “I want to know what we are.”

Your eyes fell to his bicep as he ran a hand over his face, “I don’t know, Y/N. Can we not make this a title thing?”

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Requested by Anon

Brett Talbot x Reader

Word count: 659
Warnings: Aggressive reader.

Request: Could you do an imagine where Y/N goes to BHHS. Brett has made a bet how long it would take to sleep with you. But that was before he knew you. And now he really likes you. You somehow find out and you have a massive fight but he makes it up to you.

You nuzzled your nose into your shirt, smiling as you still smelt the sweet aroma from yours and Brett’s shared lust from yesterday. You had invited him over yesterday and one thing led to another.

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anonymous asked:

My memory's a bit fuzzy, but didn't someone interview Togashi and asked about how he felt with all the shipping? I could've sworn it happened, but maybe I'm wrong

hmm so there’s two different things you might be referring to…

someone started spreading a rumor that togashi said in an interview that he’s grossed out by all the gay shipping but yeah that is totally fake

i’m not super familiar with yyh fandom but i believe what’s actually real is that togashi was asked about a gay noncanon ship between two of the protagonists and replied “oh, i wish i thought of that” (maybe someone else can confirm)

why-am-i-here-again-shitheads  asked:

Can I request Akechi's s/o comforting him and make him realise that he is not alone and will be there for him?

It was late at night and Akechi could not sleep. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t stop thinking for a minute so he could lay peacefully and sleep with his s/o. Ah, s/o, had they been able to fall asleep with his constant fidgeting? He turned his head and there they lay, eyes wide open. He felt awful for keeping them up and his displeasure must’ve shown on his face for his s/o to finally speak up.

“What’s wrong?” they whispered.


“…Do you really love me?” His s/o rose to a sitting position. It must’ve been one of those days again. Oh how they wished they could get rid of his fears so he could finally rest.

“Of course, I always will, Akechi. Nothing will change that, you know. I want to make you happy, I want to make you smile for real. I want to love you, forever.”

He was quiet. He wasn’t quite sure what to say, but he believed them. He believed that someday he could truly be happy. He loved that his s/o would go this far for him. Comforting him every night and reassuring him of the same things. If this isn’t what love is, he didn’t know what else was.



SUMMARY: -request-You told your sister that you have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set you up with people but now she’s coming to visit and you’re in too deep and need a fake boyfriend ASAP. (THANK YOU TO @super-slick-fanfic-chick for letting me use this idea for my series! Love you!)

PAIRING: Barry X Reader 

WARNINGS: none really

A/N: I am so happy to announce that I am finally done with finals and have returned to the land of fan fiction and tumblr. This was a lot of fun to write, even though finals kept me busy and writers block tried to stop me. Let me know what you guys think and whether you want part 2 or not! ALSO! thank you @winchester-with-wings   for editing this! You rock!

        You are seriously starting to consider murder. Life imprisonment doesn’t seem so bad if that means a break from your sister’s constant nagging on your perpetual single life. But if you’re being honest with yourself, she’d probably haunt your ass, asking why you still haven’t found a man. You know she means well, just wanting you to find the same happiness she’s found with her wife, Jane.

           However, with terrible blind dates one after the other, set up by your well-meaning sister, you couldn’t handle any more. That’s why when Thanksgiving came swinging around this year, you tried everything to get out of it. Even going as far as to say you were in the hospital, but your mom saw through every lie. She’s known you long enough to spot it over the phone, (it’s a little discontenting at times). So here you are, miles away from your home in Central City where you could be wrapped in a blanket or dining in with Barry, who had invited you to Thanksgiving with him, Iris, and Joe. Instead, you sit at your family dinner table, with your sister, Megan, across from you in the middle of one of her infamous rants. Like this one, they usually focused on your “fast approaching doom” of becoming a spinster.

“Y/n, I’m just saying that there comes a time in your life where you have to ask yourself, is it me?” Megan chides as she passes the mashed potatoes to your dad. Unintentionally your jaw clenches, it has developed into a habit around Megan.

“Right, dad?” She asks him, like a child waiting for approval. He seems like a deer in headlights and makes the wise decision of standing from the table and claiming to have forgotten the gravy. Even though it was sitting in front Aunt May.

           It doesn’t take Megan a second for her to spin her head back to you, her face a bit softer.

“You know what? There was this guy, Sam something, I met at a charity event last time I was visiting you in Central City. I think you both would hit it off—“

“Meg, honey, not now.” Jane, your sister-in-law, pleads, and you mouth out a ‘thank you’ to her. You’ve spoken too soon; however, as Megan pulls out her phone waving Jane off.

“Just a second, I’m sure I have his number in here somewhere.”

           Your heart beat quickens while anxiety follows. You are not going on another crappy blind date.

“Meg, stop it. I’m serious!” You beg, but she’s glued to her phone. Heat bubbles up inside of you, and anger fills your head, turning your ears red. “Megan,” Damn, what are you going to have to do to convince her to give it up? This is getting ridiculous.

“Found it!” She exclaims, and you forget to think. (God, you’re an idiot sometimes).

“I have a boyfriend!”

           At that, your sister is snapped back to reality, and it takes you a minute to let the words sink in. Shit, what did you just do? Your mind flies through possible ways out, take it back, lie, act like nothing happened…but it all brought you back to the simple point: if your sister thinks you’re taken, no more blind dates, no more speeches of being doomed to live alone. Of course you don’t really have a boyfriend, but how hard can faking it be?

                                       **6 MONTHS LATER**


           Pretending to have a boyfriend has turned out to really not be that hard. With your sister almost never visiting, all you really had to do was answer questions about your “boyfriend” whenever she called. And man, was it bliss, to not be worried about what blind date was next.

           Barry’s feet rest on top of your coffee table, and you stretch your legs on top of his. He smirks, and pulls his eyes away from the movie.

“Comfortable?” He asks, laughter hinted in his voice.

“Very.” You give him a cheeky grin, cuddling up next to your best friend. Chuckling, he wraps his arm around you.

           Tonight was one of your weekly movie marathons with Barry. When no metahumans would be tearing the town apart and Barry, aka the Flash, didn’t have to stop them, the two of you would choose movies you’ve never seen, or movies you wanted to see again or TV shows and marathon them together. Eating more popcorn and milk duds than humanly possible, and joking around. Sometimes muting the television and making up your own commentary for the characters.

“Hey, we’re out of popcorn,” You point out and look up at Barry expectantly, causing him to roll his eyes with a smirk. He doesn’t need to respond and he moves away his arm, standing up and moving towards the kitchen, taking the empty bowl with him.

“Thank you!” You call to him, stretching out the ‘ooo’ sound as you say it.

           Suddenly, the noise of someone knocking against your door enters into the apartment. Groaning, you toss the blanket you had to the side and make your way towards your front door.

“Barry,” you yell out, pulling open the door as you speak, “did you order pizza again? You know there is such a thing as too much pizza…” Your voice regresses suddenly when you’re met with the person standing at the door. Instead of a pasty, teen in delivery uniform and holding a pizza box, your sister, Megan, is there.


           She reigns you into a hug, taking you in by the neck causing you to laugh.

“What are you doing here?” You inquire, pulling away to get a good look at her. You haven’t seen her since Christmas.

“What? A loving sister can’t visit?” One look from you has her giggling away her previous serious expression and walks inside, dropping her coat into your arms. “Okay, your right. My business is hosting another Charity event here! It did so well, last year and I thought, ‘hey if I’m in town, why not stay a couple days with my younger sis?’”

“So, you’re staying here? At my place?” Oh no.

“Well yeah, unless, of course, if you want me to go…”

“No, no, of course not, it’s just—“

“Y/n, I get it, you don’t want me to intrude on you and the boyfriend, but I swear I’ll be the best guest ever. You and him are even invited to the Charity Gala!” You don’t know how to respond, but she doesn’t notice, her eyes busy looking around the room. “Where is the guy anyway? I want to meet the man who stole my sister’s heart.”

           Right about now you wanted to hit yourself in the head with a frying pan. How could you forget, about telling her you and your make believe “BF” were living together? Another one of your brilliant lies, at the time you thought it made your story more believable, but now you were wishing you kept your mouth shut.

“Megan, I have to tell you something,” you begin, the truth has to come out. You can’t invent a boyfriend out of thin air.

“Oh, don’t tell me that you and him broke up? I mean seriously, Y/n, can you not keep a man?”

           At that, you shut your mouth tight. It was all flooding back again, like nothing had changed. It’s in this moment, that Barry, bless his soul, decides to come out from the kitchen, a newly filled bowl of popcorn in his hand.

“Double buttered just how you like it,” His voice trails off when he sees that you’re not alone, his eyebrows crinkling together for a moment.

“Oh, you must be him! I am so happy to finally meet you!” Megan’s face lights up when she sees Barry, quickly walking over to him and enveloping him into a similar hug she gave you earlier.

“Uh, Barry meet my sister, Megan. Megan, this is Barry.” You introduce, awkwardly shoving your hands into your pockets. Your best friend’s face lights up in recognition and immediately returns a smile towards your sister.

“It’s really nice to meet you, too. Y/n, has told me a lot about you,” he tells her and she looks him up and down with a grin plastered to her face.

“Y/n, you didn’t tell me your boyfriend was hot.” She exclaims,

“What?” Barry questions, his face in complete shock and bewilderment. Megan, luckily, didn’t catch on.

“Hey, I may be gay, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know a hot guy when I see one, and my sister has definitely snatched up a good one.” She replies in confidence, and you want to hide your face in your hands.

“You know what, Barry, can you come with me?” You say finally, trying to control this before things gets out of hand, “I, uh, need some help setting up the guest bedroom.”

“Uh, yeah, okay.” He agrees, reluctant, placing the popcorn on a table nearby.

“Meg, just make yourself at home, we’ll be right back!” You tell her before pulling you and Barry into the spare bedroom.

           You turn around, after closing the door behind the two of you, and are met by Barry’s stern green eyes and his eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Okay,” you begin, reaching out to him, “I can explain.”

“Run that by me again?”

           Barry sits on the edge of the bed, and he runs his fingers through his hair, before turning to look back at you, across from him.

“Barry, you know I wouldn’t be asking you if I had another choice,” you don’t bother to repeat the plan again, you’ve already done it twice.

“Okay, let me get this straight. You told your sister you were dating someone so she would stop setting you up on blind dates, but now she’s here and you need me to pretend to be your boyfriend?”

           You move closer to him,

“She’s only in town for a couple days. Barry please, I’m desperate.”

           He bites the inside of his cheek, like he does when he’s thinking something over. Your heart beats anxiously for his answer.

“How sure are you that it’s going to work?”

“Like 20%.”

“And the other 80?”

“The other 80% means my sister finding out I’ve been lying to her for months and she never talks to me again.”

“Those odds suck.”

“I know, but I need you, Bare.”

           Barry smiles and scratches a spot behind his ear, before giving a reluctant sigh.

“Why not? It should be fun.” He breaks into a large grin, and you tackle him, covering him in a bear hug.

“Seriously? Thank you so much!” Barry laughs into you, his back lying on the bed from when he fell against your sudden burst. You fall to the side, rolling off of him. The two of you stay like that, for a second, giggles being shared between the two of you. Him on his back, with his head turned to see you and you on your side, a hand propping up your head. Barry’s the first to speak,

“How hard can it be, right?”

Stop telling me that you love me when you only know the color of my hair and not what I’ve been through. I promise you that once you realize how damaged I am, your “love” will turn into contempt.

Oh, how I wish I could believe you but you are lying to both yourself and I. You will never find love in someone like me.

—  I hope you forget about me

Six: Today has the makings of a lovely day!

River: Really?

Six: Mm, we could, you know, go for a walk along the beach later…

River: We could…

Six: And I spy a little store selling ices at the end of the pier!

River: Oh yes!

Six: We could, um, dream… a little…


I’m not okay with how adorable these two were in The Diary of River Song, not in the slightest. What did I do to deserve a scene where Six and River have tea together and he bashfully proposes a date inside her dreams? What did I do to deserve any of the Six/River scenes? (I know they had to save the world ‘n all… I kinda wish they had been able to dream together I’m so schmaltzy…)