ok now to make the long drive home from the library


Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1200ish

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death

Summary: After you had finished studying in the school library, you find Peter crying on the steps in front of the school.

A/N: I don’t know if you’ll even like this shit but ¯\_()_/¯.

Originally posted by poptartcalum

A shrill bell rang throughout Midtown High, signaling the end of the school-day. You packed your bag, shoving your textbooks and papers inside. Stepping out into the hall, you started on your new route to the school library, dodging and weaving through the throng of people. Normally, you’d go straight home. But, since you have a huge Chemistry test the next day, you thought it’d be in your best interest to study as much as you could. On the way there, you kept your head down, eyes on the floor, not wanting to attract the attention of any of the bullies that might be lurking nearby. God knows you didn’t need that right now.

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His Cinderella

Summary: On the run from a crazy ex, Y/N runs up and kisses this random yet handsome guy. Oblivious to the fact that she’s capturing her greatest hero, The Flash’s mind, she goes on with her life. Though what happens on their next meet? Will Prince charming finally find his Cinderella?

Category: Falling in love
030: “Can I kiss you?”

Pairing: Barry Allen x doctor!reader
Words: 3155
Warning: none that I’m aware of… I used the word hell?

A/N: So just found out I’m gonna do my English exam next Friday. For both practice and pleasing you lovelies, I thought I’d try to write even more this upcoming week – though I’m not sure how this brilliant win/win idea will work out IRL, so don’t hold your breaths…:/


Can I kiss you?!” A girl popped up in front of Barry. She was out of breath, her forehead shining from the sweat after a what-seemed-like-a long run. Just when Barry was about to answer, her lips met his. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had taken him by surprise, he would have noticed so much more about her. Like the way her eyes sparkled when their gazes met, the way her hair seemed to perfectly frame her head, the way her chapped lips glowed in the daylight.

But she did take him by surprise, and all he could think of, were how those chapped, yet soft lips felt against his. It wasn’t an ordinary setting for Barry (to have random girls coming up kissing him). Though for some reason, it felt natural. So he closed his eyes and started kissing back – a very un-Barry and bold move, that he instantly regretted when the warm feeling disappeared not long after.

“Thanks! You’re a real hero!” It was just by pure luck, that Barry managed to get a slightly better look at her before she ran. The last thing he saw being a pair of red cheeks and Y/E/C eyes. It certainly was a way to brighten up his day – who wouldn’t have liked to get kissed by a girl? Though at the same time, Barry still felt something fishy about what had just happened, and he was dying to know why the sudden urge for the beautiful girl to kiss him: it wasn’t like that happened on a daily basis in Central City.

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reachann  asked:

Can you please do an in-depth description of the Sheith Fam House with screenshots and floorplan? Also, their villa in Japan cos you know that they would have one. Also, what cars would they own? Those rich ass bastards.

YOU ASKED. I WILL DELIVER. I’ve always said that Shiro and Keith’s house is big. Considering Shiro is one of the top neurosurgeons and Keith being a Best Selling Author, let’s say their annual income’s in the 7 digits each. So, their house kinda shows that too in a way.

What you see here is the back of the house because obviously, who even has a pool in front? LMAO I mean, maybe Shiro and Keith would but even they’re not that crazy. Also three floors because who needs two when clearly you can have three? This family can be frugal at times but there are times when they just don’t have any chill.

Let’s take a tour at the Shirogane Residence, so more under the cut.

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Kisses by Sunflower Beds

ao3 // for @reallyelegantsharkfish

It’s not like Cas didn’t know it would happen eventually, inevitably. Maybe he thought he’d be the first to go. He’s the immortal one, but the Winchesters did have a knack for surviving.

Still, knowing that something is going to happen, knowing that Sam and Dean would not live forever even though it felt like they should, doesn’t prepare him for when it does happen.

Sam and Dean go out like they always promised they would. Fighting. It’s an honourable death but what is the point of an honourable death, Cas wonders, when your loved ones are lost to you.

In his last moments, Dean sees his life flash before his eyes which is how he knows that this time it will stick, knows it’s for good and there’s no coming back from this one.

In truth, he doesn’t actually see his life but feels it. He’s overwhelmed by a sense of accomplishment and he associates it to every time he took care of Sammy when they were children, got them through the night, got his kid brother to laugh instead of ask questions. He associates it with the first time he shot a firearm and his dad called him a natural. The first time he saved a life. The first time he saved the world. The first time he made Cas come.

A wave of joy hits him after that. Prank wars with Sam. Antics with Charlie. Driving Baby. His first lazy sunday with Cas. Every lazy sunday with Cas after that.

With his dying breath, Dean smells motor oil and pie and sex and honey and it all smells good. It smells perfect melded together, though it shouldn’t, and if it were bottled the label would read Life of Dean Winchester. He doesn’t smell blood or burning flesh or sulfur.

He hears his favourite tune along with Cas’ clumsy mumble and Sam’s off key singing.

Dean feels his life slip away with all his senses save for sight. That’s not to say he doesn’t see anything. He sees tree twigs that look big in the chubby hands of children, he sees long dark hair he hasn’t encountered before, a stone path and a bed of sunflowers and the sight of an ugly yellow backpack in Baby’s backseat. He doesn’t remember any of these things, not really, but he still somehow recognises them. They feel like memories that belong to him.

He doesn’t spare it much more thought than that. Oddly enough, Dean’s last thought is of the botanical garden Cas had wanted- insisted on- them going to. Dean didn’t care much for it but agreed because he wasn’t one to deny Cas anything. Still, it took them years to find the time to make the trip.

Sam decided to come along because there’s a library in the area that has a whole section on south american lore, something the men of letters bunker was lacking. He knew he was essentially crashing their date so Sam offered shotgun to Cas.

He was a little cramped in the backseat and had to angle his body sideways to make room for his legs but he noticed how when Dean’s hand wasn’t on the gear shift it was in Cas’ so he didn’t mind so much.

Halfway there was when they got the call that lead the brothers to their final case. To this final moment where Dean’s only regret is that he doesn’t get the chance to be led around between patches of greenery by Cas as the angel prattles on about one fact or another.

Castiel drives the impala back to the bunker. He could have flown it but that didn’t feel right. He gets pulled over once and he thinks the officer takes pity on him. Cas can imagine what he looks like, the blue of his puffy eyes contrasting with the veiny red, hair looking like it’s been tugged at- because it has, his chapped gnawed-at lower lip stained red from the blood he can taste.

He doesn’t make it to the bed he shares with Dean. He pretends it’s because the bedroom is so far down the hall and he’s so tired and but it’s because he can’t bear the sight of it. He stumbles- he is exhausted- into a random room, sheds his trench coat halfway to the bed before he lands on it. Or lands on something on the bed.

SUPERNATURAL by Carver Edlund

It’s the room Charlie would stay in, he knows now. He doesn’t mean to, but he ends up cracking open the book and reading all about the time Sam and Dean came across the croatoan virus for the first time.

It’s the real Dean, the depiction is accurate and these are real events from the hunter’s life but it’s not really Dean. It grows the already too wide hole inside of Cas. He can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before, versions of Dean even Chuck didn’t take the time to write about.

Dean is three, almost four, when Cas, invisible, appears in the boy’s Lawrence home. Dean is kneeling on the sofa beside a pregnant Mary who keeps telling him that it’s ok to touch.

“It’s your little brother in there, Dean,” She says.

Dean purses his still thin lips, scratches a hair full of hair that’s only blond like Mary’s in the summer, and says, “That’s where daddy put him?”

Mary chokes a little when she laughs and moves into a tamed explanation of the birds and the bees.

Cas doesn’t listen, his eyes are peeled on Dean. This little boy who has no idea he’ll one day save a dying sun. This little boy that scrunches his face just like his Dean does, that shakily places a hand on his mother’s belly all false bravado, that has freckles splayed across his cheeks.

All Cas wants to do is to move closer. Is to stare. Is to see if three year-old Dean has all the freckles his Dean has or if some appeared with time. All Cas wants is to hold this boy. To tell him he’s perfect. To tell him he is loved. Cas can’t do any of these things.

He decides that’s unacceptable.

At eight Dean already knows how to shoot a firearm, so when the kids in his class want to pretend the sticks they find along the fence of the school lot are guns he’s happy that one boy wants to stack twigs as high as he can instead.

Every recess, Dean looks for a pair of blue eyes and the darkest hair on the playground and the two go off together. Cas- though Dean calls him Scottie in this vessel- recounts to Dean these wild stories about a pair of heroes, and they run around reenacting them.

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this is how we broke up: 6 P.M. (Anthony x Reader)

Word Count: 1,602

Warnings: Super cheesy fluff at first.

Authors Note: this is a new Anthony series I’m starting so, if you’re into that… here ya go! this is kinda like a prequel if you will… (Alsoooo this is a high school au lol) 

Summary: this is how you broke up at 6 PM

this is how we broke up: 6 P.M. (part 1)

this is how we broke up: Missed Calls (part 2)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Receive (part 3)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Give (part 4)

this is why we broke up: Scared to Break (part 5)


May was your favorite month. Summer was just around the corner and the anticipation was bubbling in your gut. This year, however, was different. The relief you felt in the previous years was twisted into a ball of anxiety that seemed to scratch it’s way up your throat. You couldn’t bear looking at a calendar scared of what the next day could lead to. And of course. You set everything off till the last minute. Your worries all lay in front of you now as you shut your locker for the last time.

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It Had To Be Done

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,395

Summary: Dean gets jealous when he finds out the reader has a date and he tries to tag along.

Lotion? Check.

Shaved? Check.

Makeup? Check.

Nails painted? Check.

Freaking the fuck out? Check.

Tonight you have a date. It’s not just a date, it’s a huge decision. It will either make or break your fucking world. Maybe that sounds a little dramatic but it’s true. It will completely alter your life and you’re praying it will be the outcome you want.

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“You Have No Idea Who I Am, Do You?”

Summary: Sam and Dean learn they have a sister and she helps them hunt a siren. I’m already super great at summaries

Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, and sister!Reader

A/N: So this is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction, so everyone please go easy on me. This is for @casbabydontgoineedyou​ ‘s 1K Follower Celebration. I’ve had the idea for this fic floating around in my head for a while now, so when I saw this prompt on her challenge I knew I needed to just take the leap. I’ve tagged her and a few of the other fic writers I follow just to get feedback. I hope that’s ok. Any feedback (but especially the positive kind) is welcome. Also, it’s kind of long. Sorry, my hand slipped. 

Warnings: Angst, language, canon-level fighting. Also no smut (sorry?)

Prompt: “You have no idea who I am, do you?” 

(gif from google) 

Sam’s POV

Dean pulled the Impala into the bunker’s garage. It felt good to be home after the long drive from North Dakota. You, Dean, and Cas had just finished up a run-of-the-mill vengeful spirit. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the thought of a vengeful spirit being “run-of-the-mill.” What a weird life we lead.

“Cas, you’re welcome to hang out for a bit. I’m going to hit the sack,” you stretched out satisfyingly. The familiar halls were comforting, and your bed was calling you. You shuffled through the war room towards the library. The walk from the car to your bed always seemed laboriously long.  

Quickly and silently, a figure came out from behind the wall to stand at the top of the library steps, gun raised in a practiced stance. Behind the weapon was a (tall/average/short) (y/h/c) stranger. Just as quickly, you were awake again. We raised our guns in reply and Cas’s angel blade was in his hand.

Suddenly her shoulders softened as her gun lowered.

“Oh thank god you’re here,” she sighed. “I was in the hotel room when some grey suited guy came up to me and painted some crap on the wall. There was a bright light and next thing I know I’m in this Cold War hideout. I think we’re underground. Are we underground? How’d we get here? Where’s dinner?”

We exchanged glances again as our guns stayed up. A demon, maybe? But how did it get in here?

“Oh god –” the stranger’s voice wavered – “you guys have no idea who I am, do you?

“Enlighten us, kid,” Dean snorted.

A look of grief washed over her (y/e/c) eyes, “I’m your sister.”

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Neil gets sick and is a dumbass and won’t admit it

Neil was stumbling over his feet. He’d gone alone to an early practice, just running drills on the court. He thought that was what his aching muscles were crying out for, to be used again since he’d been benched for an ankle injury last week. He was so focussed on getting back onto the court he pushed the thoughts of ‘my head really doesn’t feel good’ and ‘I shouldn’t be this warm’ to the back of his mind.

He ran through drills for an hour, thought he should stop, but then ran though another hour of drills before his legs gave out on him and he knew he needed to leave. But it was still 6am as he stumbled through to the locker room and he wasn’t getting back to sleep again after the nightmare that had woken him up so instead he showered but the water burned him so he knocked the temperature down as low as it would go. He was still too warm.

As he dressed he grabbed his coat to shrug it on but the heat was suffocating so he shoved it into his locker and walked out into the late December morning in nothing but a t-shirt. The cold air soothed his boiling skin as he spent an hour walking around before he walked to a coffee shop close to campus. He got a strange look from the early morning barista when he ordered and iced drink to go with his coat-less attire.

Neil tucked himself into a corner of the shop and started sipping his drink. He didn’t realise that he had fallen asleep until buzzing in his pocket woke him seven hours later. The same barista still lingered at the counter and seemed to be studiously ignoring Neil. Neil vaguely recalled someone trying to wake him earlier and wondered what had happened after that. He decided that he didn’t want to know but left $40 on the counter on his way out just in case it was something bad.

He answered the call when he’d let the door close behind him. Andrew didn’t say anything at first and just waited patiently for an explanation from Neil as to where the hell he had been since before Andrew woke up.

“I’m at the coffee shop. Can you come get me? And… and bring me some long sleeved shirts too.” Andrew wasn’t sure what to say to that, the coffee shop was a ten minute walk away but he went and picked up some shirts for Neil and a hoodie of his own and headed to his car.

He pursed his lips when he pulled up at the curb to see Neil in a short sleeved shirt and no coat. Neil didn’t seem to register that Andrew had pulled up so Andrew leaned over and opened passenger door in front of Neil. When Neil still didn’t react he threw the clothes at him. Neil tugged on the shirts and then the hoodie and climbed into the car. He didn’t say a word in explanation to Andrew but his mouth felt like sandpaper and he was just so tired and he thought that if he opened his mouth he wouldn’t be able to keep down whatever meagre contents might be in his stomach.

Andrew parked the car and waited. For Neil to say something, or for Neil to move, and Neil wasn’t sure which it was, but he wasn’t really up to either. he could feel Andrew’s probing gaze on him and decided that moving was to best option, and going to the library would be a good idea. he was getting behind on some classes and now he had a warm jacket he could walk there.

“Thanks.” Neil muttered as he hopped out of the car. He was off before Andrew had time to follow and got lost in a crowd of students so Andrew couldn’t follow him.

The hours in the library had Neil turning off his phone to stop Andrew calling him. Eventually he conceded that he had to go back. His stomach was alternating from about to throw up to completely starving and he couldn’t sleep in the library. Or practice. And he really needed to go to practice. Plus, having sat down for so long he felt a lot better than he had been earlier. In fact, he was fine. And that is exactly what he felt when he walked through the door.

He’d turned his phone back on while he was on the way home. He had more missed calls than he liked to think about, and several angry texts. Not that they really looked angry, but Neil knew that they were. He was determined to be fine and so he was.

”I’m fine.“ Neil announced as he rubbed at a pain in his forehead.

Andrew bristled at the answer to his unasked question when Neil walked into the room. He thought they’d got over this bullshit kind of answer but apparently not. He slowly and purposefully closed the book he had been not really been reading and put it on the floor. He did nothing else as he watched Neil pad around the kitchen and half pull food from the cup cupboards before putting it straight back again. After ten minutes of watching this Andrew gave up and poured Neil a bowl of cereal himself and placed it on the counter. Neil had just stopped. He didn’t seem to be moving or breathing.

Neil moved to the counter sluggishly when his brain caught up with what Andrew had done. He sat in front of the bowl with his elbows on the counter and let a spoon hang from his fingers. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused. Andrew cocked his head to the side a little. It wasn’t concern. It was curiosity.

Neil’s dark hoodie hung loosely from his body and, despite multiple long sleeved layers beneath, he was shivering. Andrew noticed, because when would Andrew not notice, and immediately went to boil some water. Coffee probably wouldn’t help Neil, so he opted for making hot honey and lemon. Since the stubborn git wasn’t going to tell him that what was actually wrong with him any time soon, Andrew settled with doing little things, for now, until he could get Neil to talk, which would be at practice in a few hours.

It took Neil a painful half hour to eat the bowl of cereal in front of him. Each mouthful made his stomach turn and bile rise to burn the back of his throat. But he was fine and he had to be fine because if he wasn’t then he was sick and if he was sick he couldn’t protect himself and if he couldn’t protect himself…

Neil’s breath started coming in short, sharp gasps as the panic started to set in and he sank off the stool. His brain ran at a hundred miles an hour as the self deprecating thoughts filtered into his mind. Not good enough. Useless. Going to get them killed. Get in the fucking drivers seat, Neil, and drive- Oh you idiot, you’re going to kill us! His mother’s voice screamed at him over and over.

Andrew could see Neil’s panic beginning. Breathless mutterings of ‘I’m fine’ over and over again. It was only after shouting at the idiot to shut up three times that Andrew realised that Neil wasn’t talking to him, that Neil wasn’t just panicking, he was having some sort of flash back.

Andrew ran a hand through his hair, muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly under his breath as he tried to figure out what to do for the best. Touching Neil to bring him out of his panic wouldn’t end well for either of them so he had to settle for kneeling in front of Neil and talking to him until he could hear.

Andrew’s voice filtered into Neil’s hearing slowly. To begin with, he couldn’t discern it from all the other voices in his head to begin with, but it was the only one calling him Neil and not one of the many other names he had gone through in his life.

“A-Andrew?” He stuttered out through his panicked gasps.

“Yeah, junkie, you’re ok.”

“I’m- I’m,” Neil stammered through his gasps. “And- Andre-”

“Shh, you’re safe, you’re ok, but I need you to listen to me, alright?” At Neil’s feeble nod Andrew continued. “Ok, I’m going to put your head on my chest, is that ok?” Neil nodded again, still gasping in his panic. His vision was fading at the edges, he wasn’t getting enough oxygen. “Ok. I need you to breathe with me. Just follow the rhythm of my chest. Wherever you think you are, you’re not. We’re at Fox tower. You’re name is Neil Josten, you’re a striker and a junkie with a big mouth and you are safe. You are allowed to be sick. But damn, you’re a dumbass.”


“You should have said something, now you’ve gone and made it worse, idiot.”


“It’s ok, just keep breathing with me.”

When Neil had calmed down enough to breathe on his own Andrew led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“Get warm, junkie.” Neil looked as if he was about to reply but instead just nodded his head and moved under the steady stream of hot water. Andrew sat himself in the bedroom and waited.

When Neil walked in he was dressed in loose fitting pyjama pants and a sweatshirt that looked several sizes too big for him. Andrew just pointed at Neil’s bed in a silent command for him to get the fuck into it and stay there.

“I’m fi-”

“Shut up. Get into bed.” Andrew stalked off to the kitchen and brought a glass of water and some pain killers back with him. He’d seen the way Neil was rubbing his head earlier.

Neil took the tablets and water silently but didn’t take them. It was a show of how ‘fine’ he was. Andrew just glared at him until he gave in.

“Go to sleep. And I swear to god if I see you at practice tomorrow I will gut you.”

“Andrew, I’m-”

“No. No you are not ‘fine’ and if you say you are fucking fine again I will be gutting you sooner than I thought. You are sick. You need to rest. Get that through that thick, junkie skull of yours and go to sleep. No one needs saving, the only person that needs saving right now is you from yourself and that’s my job so lay the fuck down and listen to me, dammit.” Neil just raised an eyebrow. Andrew sounded bored but when Neil didn’t listen and lay down there was a rather forceful shove to his chest that made him.

“Sleep.” Andrew glared.

“I- fine.”

Andrew left the room muttering something about ‘fucking exy junkies’ and their ‘fucking lack of self preservation’ and ‘why the fuck do I put up with this’ as Neil drifted off to sleep.

Dirty little secret | Tony Padilla

Tony’s POV.

I was never the type of guy to get nervous. Until today. Today I decided to tell my best friend Clay that I have feelings for his sister, Y/N. And I’m shitting myself.

Any situation I faced in the past, I dealt with, man to man so had to step up and talk to Clay, as a man. Because boxing up my feelings was no longer an option.

“TONY PADILLA!” Y/N hollers as she passes me in the hallway. I couldn’t get a word out so I just smiled back and watched her walk away and into the crowd of people. She was so beautiful and kind and confident. Damn, if only she knew the effect she had on me.

Anyway, I looked through the window of the library to see Jeff and Clay sat at a table together. They both had their heads in the books so I opened the door slightly and poked my head round the corner.

“Clay?” I call- to gain his attention. He looks up from his book then notices me by the door.

“What’s up?” Clay asks

“Shh” Skye hisses from behind him

Clay looks back and apologises to her then looks back to me. I nod towards the door then Clay gets up to meet me outside.

“What’s up?” He repeats as we fist bump

“You got a minute?” I ask

“Yeah and only a minute. Jeff will try to jump out the window if I leave him unsupervised for to long” he chuckles as he folds his arms over his chest “What is it?”

I look directly at him and shift my weight forwards a little, rocking on the heels of my shoes “..Clay Jenson. You are and will always be my best friend..

“Wait. Tony, is this what I think it is?” Clay questions, his face all lit up “Are you about the pop the question?” he squeaks

“Clay. Pay attention” I snap

“Sorry” he smiled

My skin felt warm and tight under the sudden pressure. I inhale deeply and sigh “I know what I’m about to say is probably the last thing you wanna hear right now, but if I don’t say it now, I probably never will” I pause again

“I think…no I know..I have feelings for Y/N”

It was silent for a moment. Dead silent until Clay burst out laughing. I folded my arms and waited for him to finish.

“You? You have feelings for my sister?!” Clay laughs as he holds his stomach.

“I’m serious Clay, I genuinely like her” I shrug

Clay laughs even more, producing a few tears of laughter “I like cats but you don’t see me making a whole speech about them” he catches his breath “Shit Tony. I thought someone was dying”

I scrunch my face in confusion “Wha-Why is it so funny that I like her?”

“Tony what the fuck have you been smoking cos I know you- okay”

He continues “You like hiking and fixing things and leather jackets” he lists as he flicks the collar of my jacket “you don’t like Y/N”

“Yes. I do”

Clay shakes his head-unbothered and shrugs “Ok. Whatever”

“And I’m not talking about a high school crush. I’m talking about forever”

“Forever is a long ass time” Clay chuckles

“Jensonnn” I wine, making him hold his hand over his grin “See, you never listen”

“Ok, go ahead, I’m listening” Clay stresses as he leans against a locker, his figure slightly towering over mine.

“There’s no point. You will never understand what it’s like to hold back your feelings for someone.To not be able to tell them how much your mean to them or having to watch them be taken for granted by other guys but that’s what I have to go through- every- single- day with Y/N. And it’s not fair anymore.”

Clays grin soon turns into a stiff- emotionless expression. “Wait. What did you just say?”

“I’m saying that I really like her and I’m saying that you should give me a chance with her.” I confess.

Clays posture students and his jaw twitches “So you actually like her?” He asks

“Jesus Christ, yes Clay” I huff

Clay pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs “And you want to be with her?”


“And what did you think was going to happen? Did you think I would agree with this shit and let you fuck my sister?!” Clay whispers loudly

I almost didn’t respond- I didn’t know how to “Clay, you know me, it wouldn’t be like that with us”

“Yeah, sure it wouldn’t” he mocks

“Trust me. It wouldn’t” I stress

“And why should I trust you? You’ve been hiding this shit form me and your suppose to be my best friend (!)” He almost yells

I look around me and back to him “..Only because I was afraid you’d react like this”

“…Tony. There’s no way in hell, I’m letting you date Y/N”

“..Clay please-

“And if you are my best friend, you would stay away from her” Clay warns “Far away”

I watch as he returns back into the library. Not looking back at me once.

** After school **

Your POV.

You we’re sat by the window in English, chewing on your tasteless gum, just waiting for the bell to ring so you could be dismissed. You sighed at the sudden pitter-patters of rain hitting the glass.

It didn’t take long for the rain to fall heavy, along with hailstones. You giggled to yourself as you watched other school kids run for cover, Holding books over their heads or whatever they had to substitute an umbrella.


Everyone shot up out of their desks and began to pack heir stuff away.


You reluctantly walked into the rain and held your backpack over your head, but it was no use as you we’re already drenched. Your socks we’re soaking, your hair was dripping wet and your shirt was practically see through.

“Tony?” You call as you approach him in the parking lot. He winds down his window and you rest your arm on the side of his Red Mustang.

“Wanna do me a favour and give me a ride?” You ask politely

Tony grunts “Y/N I shouldn’t..

“Come on, I’ll even pay for gas” you suggest “pretty-please?”

“Babe. I can’t.” He says “Sorry”

You lean up off the side of the car and let Tony drive off. Whys he acting so weird? You ask yourself. It was completely out of Tony’s character not to help someone out.

Disappointed, you popped your headphones in and walked- lonely in the rain. You we’re listening to *insert current favourite song* and humming along to the words when you heard a car pull up next to you. You looked besides you and saw the red mustang.

You didn’t bat an eyelid and continued to walk as Tony drove next to you- at your pace.

“Get in” says Tony but you ignore him.

He continues “It’s really cosy in here Y/N and I’ll even let you sit shotgun”

“Is that an invitation?” You question- still walking with your hands in your pocket.

“No it’s information. Take t or leave it”

You stop so Tony pulls on the breaks and opens the car door for you. You hold onto the door, then crouch down and sit on the passengers seat.

“I thought you couldn’t give me a ride?” You ask, slamming the door shut.

He smiles at you “I’m not supposed to but, fuck it”

You smile back. Tony turns up the heating, letting the warmth immediately hug your body as he continued to drive to your destination.

“So are you gonna tell me why you initially couldn’t give me a ride home?” You question as you pull both your headphones out of your ears.

He sighs deeply “Well, me and Clay got into a little argument earlier”

“Don’t tell me you guys are braking up?” You joke and Tony gives you a dull look “You guys never argue. What was it about? Was it a girl?” You tease leaning into Tony

Tony nods “It was about- it was about you”

“Huh? Me?” You question “What did I do?”

“It’s not what you did. It’s what I said” Tony admits

You looked to Tony with a puzzled expression “What did you say?” You sniff

A huge smile was plastered across Tony’s face as he looks at you then back at the road ahead. He nervously taps the steering wheel as the car approaches a red light “I told him that I had feelings for you- and he didn’t like that”

You we’re taken back. “What kind of feelings?”

“Those kind of feelings”

“Oh” you sat back in your seat “well wow Tony- your just full of surprises today aren’t you?” You nervously giggle, looking down at your chipped nail polish

“Yeah. I guess I am” he smirks.

“…It’s-it’s a shame that Clay doesn’t agree with it, otherwise we could have made a really cute couple”

Tony chuckles and you continue your journey down the road. When you finally pull up in front of your house, you turn to Tony to thank him for the ride home.

“Thanks for this Tony, honestly your a life saver”

“It’s my pleasure, oh and say hi to your parents for me”

“Sure” you say as you open the door but something stops you in your tracks.

Should I? Shouldn’t I?

You lick over your lips and quickly turn back and kiss Tony on the cheek but as you pull away you linger near his lips. They we’re slightly parted, just waiting for you to make the move. Tony gently grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into his lips.

You slowly slide your tongue into his mouth as you begin to run your fingers through his hair. Everything about this was slow and passionate and every part of your body began to tingle. Tony pulls the stands of wet hair away from your face before grabbing your hips to move you closer against his body, prompting you to climb onto his lap. You straddled him, now chest to chest, your cold-wet skin on his. Tony moans into your mouth which only makes you want him even more, but you had to fight your urges

“Tony” you say causing him to stop immediately, he throws his head back and looks at you, biting his lower lip as smile towards him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that” he tells you which makes you blush a little

You look down and see his tatted hands still clenched onto your body, your pull his hands off your hips and intertwine your fingers with him “I think it’s best that we never ever mention this to Clay” you warn, nodding as you say so.

Tony gives you a wide toothed smile “..Agreed”


My first ever Tony imagine 🙌🏾🎉and yes I do realise he is gay in the show.

There will not be a part 2!!

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Mend A Heart

Time will ease the pain.

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Jimin | Reader

Word Count: 2,279

Don’t You See? ↠ Mend A Heart ↠ Vestige

Set a couple of months after ‘Don’t You See?’

Goodbyes aren’t easy. You felt like a small piece of you broke as you watched Jungkook board the plane. You wanted to cling onto him at the very last second and spill all your feelings for him but it was too late now. 

You remained quiet throughout the whole drive to your house, staring blankly out the window. You needed to move on from this one-sided love because you can’t spend your days moping around. He’s going to be gone for a long time.

The walk to your room was worst and you heard your mother sigh as you walked slowly to the door.  The ache in your heart will soon disappear right? You opened the door and laid down on your bed closing your eyes. Memories of you and Jungkook flooded your mind and then…

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   With a deep sigh he slicks back an unruly strand of hair, trying to ensure he looks as close to perfect as possible. That’s the least she deserves, her shining knight, he thinks, frowning as he looks at himself in the mirror and worries over his appearance yet again. Not her brothers scruffy friend, hair almost as long as hers, with the beginnings of a beard starting to show. Gods, I should have shaved, I should have at least cut my hair. He begins to pace in the small bathroom that he and Robb used to share, back when he lived with the Starks. He’d been home for weeks now, ever since the accident, having decided to take a semester off in order to help Robb and the others while Mrs. Stark stayed with her husband at the hospital between surgeries. Horrible as everything was, the time off couldn’t have come at a better time, what with the his recent troubles off at school and his breakup with Ygritte.

   Enough moping, tonight isn’t about you, it’s about Sansa!

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For @glyndwrr who sent me this: ok hi, idk if these count as loose or like full prompts or what, but I am a SLUT for proposal fics, but, but, also another thing that I rarely ever see is like. One character thinks the other character is cheating on them or breaking up with them and it causes angst, but they’re not! it was all miscommunication! like, where they’re like ok this is it. the end. they don’t love me anymore and I have no self worth. and the other ones like, no! no i love you! ? do they hate me? idk?? ok sorry bye

Here you go, love! I combined the two prompts in one fic. Hope you like it! I’m not so sure about this, tbh. AO3

There are some mentions of past abuse and Adam Parrish generally being way too fucking hard on himself.

I’m still filled with wonder (you could fool me easily)

The light shining through the thin, white curtains in front of the cracked-open window in the master bedroom at the Barns, falls onto the bed and wakes Adam up. He slowly blinks the sleep out of his eyes and inhales the scent of the light breeze entering and of early mornings, summer, contentment. Next to him, Ronan is lying on his stomach, arms stuffed under the pillow. His face is turned towards Adam. His mouth is slightly open, his long lashes cast shadows across his cheekbones. Ronan doesn’t always look at ease while sleeping, but this is one of the times he does. He looks like it’s the first decent sleep he’s had for a while and Adam tries to push down the overwhelming feeling when he realizes it might very well be because of him.

Adam Parrish is home for the summer after his third year away at college. He’s in love and happy.

He arrived yesterday, his bag is still in the corner, unpacked. Adam dropped it there with the knowledge that he has almost three whole months to put away his stuff if he wants to, but yesterday was not the time. It was the time, however, of hugging Opal, carrying out a blanket and lying down on it with his whimsical family and eat the hotdogs Ronan had made for dinner.

(‘I sure missed your homemade food’, he’d drily remarked upon seeing what Ronan had prepared for his first night back at the Barns.

‘Shut up, asshole. You know you did.’ And God, if it wasn’t the food, he had missed Ronan’s particular kind of pet names, the fuck you’s that sound more like I love you’s.)

It was also the time for kissing, lots of kissing and well, a little more than kissing. After having put Opal to bed and having read her a story like she always requested when he was there, Adam let Ronan take him apart with his hands, his mouth until it felt like he was crumbling, until Ronan had run out of curse words to mix with Adam’s name, until all the air had returned to Adam’s lungs; the kind of oxygen only Ronan can give him.

They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms, I love you and I missed you mumbled right before the world fell away and made place for his dreams.

Now, he watches Ronan’s back lift in time with his breathing. His tattoo is illuminated too and the stark black creates an almost otherworldly contrast. Adam scoots closer after checking the clock and seeing the red 05:34 flickering. His internal clock is still adjusted to college, but that doesn’t mean he has to listen to it.

Ronan cracks his eyes open when Adam lays closer to him. He gives Adam a lazy smile and turns around so Adam can rest his head on his chest and he can circle his arms around the rest of him.

They get another three and a half hours of sleep.

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The Greatest Birthday Present

Yo it’s Lucina’s birthday so I figured I’d post a short fanfic I wrote a while back.

It centers around Robin (who in this case is married to Chrom) and her grief over Lucina leaving.

I was always kinda annoyed that the only way to keep Lucina around after the game was by hooking her up with one of the boys so this is how I got around it.

Lucina disappeared after whispering these words to her infant self: “Yours will be a happy future.” Did she journey to another land or back to her own time? …No one knows for certain.


~Ten years later~

Every year, on April 20, Robin would spend the morning celebrating her daughter’s birthday with the entire kingdom. Everyone eats and dances in the ballrooms of the castle while nobles shower the young girl with gifts. Robin always loves to see her daughter look so happy but by late afternoon, however, she’d find a way to slip away through the hole in the wall her husband keeps secret from everyone but their little family. While she loves her young daughter with all her heart there was still something missing. Ten years now that something has been gone. The daughter she hardly got the chance to know.

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5 Times Interrupted

Fandom: My Babysitter’s A Vampire
Warning/s: Some serious sexual frustration
Rating: Mature
Pairing/s: Benny x Reader

Summary: 5 TIMES FIC- Sometimes its a nightmare to just get away from everyone. Apparently the world is full of cock-blocks, and they come in the form of future-seeing best friends, vampire babysitters, annoying little sisters, magical grandmas and dorky blonds.
Will you and Benny ever just find somewhere to be alone? 
Or five times your friends interrupted and one time they didn’t.

Words: 1,913


You were with Benny in Ethan’s living room, snuggled together on the sofa watching the horror film playing on the television while Ethan and Sarah were upstairs doing a project for Biology.

Twisting up to look at your boyfriend’s face, you pecked his jawline and smirked when he jumped in surprise. Quickly composing himself, Benny pulled you up in his arms and kissed your lips, chastely at first but soon licking his way into your mouth and pulling you closer with two hands on your waist.

One hand carded into his hair while the other reached under his shirt and traced his firm torso- using butterfly touches because it made him squirm the most.

With a noise that sounded a lot like a growl, Benny flipped the two of you over so that he was hovering over you with a coy quirk to his lips that made your tummy make all kinds of flips and twirls. Leaning down, he balanced himself on his forearms either side of your head and crushed his lips to yours.

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anonymous asked:

how is school my favorite meme lord? any spicy stories from the first two days?

ok ok wowowowow school has got me so frickin busy i am so sorry if this blog hasn’t been as spicy as usual; I’m building a queue rn so it’ll be aight

so lemme rattle some spicy tales about the first 2 weeks of junior year at my new school okay get ready this might be a lil long

• okay when I was driving to school on the first day “stay alive” came on my radio and I straight flipped and almost cried no really I was screaming in my car when it came on

• there’s a student spirit rock on the east side of campus, during the first week it had a tiger on the front and said “welcome to the jungle” and it also featured Harambe on the back


• I sat in front of a very smely man in home room rip me

• so before school started I had no idea who was gonna be in my classes, so when i walked into my first period Spanish class after home room I met up w/ my official new school tour guide @cupcakesarepeople2, aka sam (honestly the child is an absolute honeybun bless him, meme mommy 2.0) and a friend I remembered from summer camp a few years back aka sierra; we all instantly formed an alliance and we had a power trio (it kinda reminded me of the ending of aaron burr, sir where everyone was like “this new person’s cool, let’s be friends with them”)

• my Spanish teacher actually likes me this year, holla (she and my mom are like really good friends, so I’m set for the year)

• I have like 5 periods with sam so ive kinda been following him around like a lost chicken since I don’t know a whole lot of people

• ok so study halls are usually held in the cafeteria, and the teacher is pretty crabby- but you can go to the library which is like 30000x better but you gotta have a pass; the librarian is a total Cinnabon and made me sam and sierra aides so we don’t have to keep getting passes and we never have to go back to the cafeteria ever

• this school is definitely harder than my last one, I gotta get my ass in gear and get studyin bc I need A’s, especially in math and chemistry

• Ive been working on a really cool panting for Art for the past few weeks, I might post it if you want (it’s very meme-y just sayin)


• I have open lunch this year, and for my first lunch at my new school I bought a chicken sandwich from McDonald’s in my car and contemplated how I survived the day (don’t worry famoli I’ve been eating in the library now so it’s gucci, i got the whole power trio to eat there too)


• I wrote an college entrance essay about giant bottles of mustard for english; it’s due Tuesday but I know mr. rabbene is gonna love it

• we’ve got a group presentation on huckleberry finn due on thursday; it’s finna be lit and full of memes (also I think sam is gonna make apple pie or some huck finn related dessert, it’s gonna be rad)

• on day 2, some peasant emo lady told me to “stop screaming in her f*ckin ear” when I was speaking a good yard away from her (it’s good tho bc I hit her with like 5 tootsie rolls at the parade yesterday)

• algebra 2 is gonna be p a i n f u l, my teachers cool and all but I’m gonna need to work my butt off bc she’s not crystal clear when she teaches

• chemistry this year is gonna be the best but also the worst at the same time; mr. hindy is a walking meme and full of hilarious quotes; I’m also sitting in front of the dude that played Gaston in beauty and the beast; so we probs gon have gaston/lefou lab sessions

• after the first two days of school im not sure if I was like super overwhelmed or adjusting to change or what but I had really bad stress headaches in the evenings

• I’ve mascotted two games, a cross country meet, a pep rally, and a parade and it’s been amazing, I’m having an absolute blast donning the tiger costume every weekend

okay famoli that about sums up my first two weeks at school, hope all ya meme farmers have a wonderful crop yield this season; lov u all ️*scurries back into hole in the ground*

Writing Master post V3 -OTP/ Au Edition-

-Hogs the blanket
-Cuts the others hair
-Makes coffee for the other every morning
-Picks up the pizza
-Likes their music on full volume
-Complains about the crumbs on the bed
-Is ticklish
-Sings and which one plays the music
-Put the peeps in the microwave
-Forgot to put the cat outside before sex
-Posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit
-Breaks the most phones
-Dies first
-Would be lactose intolerant
-Thinks they can do something really well even though they can’t
-Is more likely to get kicked out of the bed
-Uses the computer most
-Wraps presents horribly and has to get help from the other
-Excitedly wakes up their partner on Christmas morning
-Holds the mistletoe over the both of their heads
-Sets up the Christmas lights and who holds the ladder
-Gets angry at little kids and tells them Santa isn’t real
-Bails the other out of mall jail for telling kids Santa isn’t real
-Placed mistletoe in every room of the house to get in as many kisses as possible
-Cooks normally?
-Starts the fights
-Is more likely to pay for dinner?
-Remembers things?
-Cusses more?

- Multilingual characters calling their lover pet names in their mother tongue is one of my favorite things.

-Getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together

-Curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap TV that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

-Hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

-Going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

-Getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

-Standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

-Multilingual characters switching to their native language when they get too aroused / emotional / angry

-Multilingual characters slipping into their mother tongue when they hey drink or are to tired/lazy to bother with the mental acrobatics of speaking the common tongue

-Getting drunk and cooking together.


-Meeting while waiting for hours on end in the emergency room
-Monopoly night
-Pointing guns at each other, tears in their eyes, because they’re both commissioned to kill.
-Commiserating on a night shift at McDonald
-You were the only one that offered to help me move in
-Marching band
-Sharing a high school school textbook and leaving each other notes and answers in page corners
-Working in a museum
-Panicked yelling in unison because of lost baggage in between connecting flights
-The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the ass crack of dawn 
-I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbor standing on a chair to avoid a rat/cockroach/snake 
-My neighbor has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is right below theirs 
-Someone keeps stealing my doormat 
-My pet tarantula escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is scared of spiders 
-I need you to pet sit my pet this weekend and I forgot to mention it’s a giant snake, the mice are in the freezer, thanks bye! 
-The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is LEAKING THROUGH MY CEILING WTF! 
-My neighbor’s sister got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment
-The guy next door/my roommate always steals my coffee, so I started to make extra
-Accidentally fell asleep on each other on the train  
-Always in front of me in line for the coffee shop with a ridiculous order that takes forever to make  
-“I moved into the apartment next door and it’s 100% haunted please let me crash here for the night”  
-“I may or may not have robbed a bank just now and please help me get away I’ll repay you in sexual favors and also cash”  
-Neighbor who’s way too enthusiastic about LOTR soundtracks  
-That one asshole costumer that always comes in 5 minutes before the store is about to close  
-“I don’t know you but you were at that party last night and long story short I now have your name tattooed on my ass”  
-“Could you please move your bed a little further from the wall I’m trying to work”
-“My friends dared me to go on this roller coaster but now that we’re at the top it looks way too scary and hello hot person sitting next to me (careful i might puke)”  
-“I was trying to take a sneaky picture of you because i told my friend about the hot guy on the train and she wanted to see but you totally noticed and yeah this is awkward”  
-“That is a hideous shirt you should totally just take it off”
-“That asshole stole my song at karaoke night”  
-Met on the fire escape outside the apartment for smokes  
-Ice hockey rival teams  
-Hot lifeguard  
-“you were rollerblading across the street and i almost hit you with my car but holy shit you look really hot in leg warmers”
 -“we’re rival superheroes in a city that really doesn’t need any in the first place”  
-“we’re next door neighbors in an apartment building with really thin walls and we talk a lot but we’ve never seen each other in person”  
-“alternately, we’re next door neighbors and we scream at each other through the walls and the landlord demanded we work it out and holy shit i would’ve never guessed you were this hot”  
-“you’re a flute player and I’m a percussionist and our love is forbidden”  
-“I’m a hospital nurse and you’re on drugs and you won’t stop flirting with me”
-“we both have insanely drunk friends at this party and they’re making out and hey we could just follow their example”  
-“i follow you on tumblr and i have a huge crush on you and I’m pretty sure i ran into you in a coffee shop what do i do”  
-“you’re the lead in the school play and you keep glancing at me when you’re singing to the love interest”  
-“we’re both single riders on a super intense roller coaster and we somehow ended up holding hands, do you maybe wanna get some ice cream”  
 -“I’m the newspaper person and i accidentally nailed you in the face with a paper when you were opening your door, of course i would love to come in for coffee”
 -“we’re the only people at party city working on Halloween and you look really hot in that costume wanna make out in the back”
-I got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street and opened my door to find you trying to sleep on the floor of the hallway because your roommate has his fiancée over so i guess i’ll lend you my couch for the night  
-my stupid cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so i followed him inside and you came home earlier than i expected and found me in the middle of your living room but i swear i’m not a burglar ok
-you left your USB flash drive in the library computer and i had to go through your files to figure out who you are and i ended up reading the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re actually really good????
-i was trying to read in the park and your stray football fucking knocked me unconscious
-This really cute guy rented the apartment over the bakery/flower shop/store i work at and i keep trying to find excuses to be outside when he comes home
-it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but some PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD
-my best mate somehow fucked up my TV and tonight is the season premiere of this show i really really like and no live stream will work on my computer so will you please let me watch it on your TV i promise I’ll go back to my flat once it’s over
-look I’m glad you have a healthy sex life and all but will you please try not to pierce a hole through my ceiling with your bed thanks
-“we’re in the same art class and I’m awesome, but you’re not and you’re failing and you need help so I guess I’ll tutor you”
-“I mistook you for my best friend and jumped on your back in public and now I’m embarrassed”
-“we’re playing the same music quartet and you keep glaring at me from across the set-up and I don’t know why”
-“I’m a jeweler and you always come in to buy stuff so I assume you have you have a significant other and don’t hit on you, but it turns out you’re just really nice to your mom”
-“you’re a delivery person and why do you always order so much STUFF”
-“I work at Starbucks and you come in so often that I know your daily order and write encouraging notes on your cup”
-“I work at a sex toy shop and you come in frequently so I assume you have a significant other, but you just like coming in to make fun of how weird the toys are”
-“you work at a museum and I like to come by a lot in my free time and wait why do you seem to follow me around from exhibit to exhibit”
-“we both like walking in the park at night and I think you’re a stalker so I accidentally attack you and give you a black eye sorry”
-“we met through mutual friends and you call me a different name but I don’t have the heart to correct you”
-“you work at a botanical garden and when I go, I get stung by a bee and have an allergic reaction and you accompany me to the hospital because no one else will”
-“I’m a bartender and I have to cut you off after a certain amount because you’re drinking to forget your ex and I end up calling you a cab”
-“you’re dressed as the Easter bunny at our town’s Easter egg hunt and I take my younger sibling, but she’s afraid of people in costumes and you accidentally make her cry and you take off the bunny head to apologize and hey you’re kinda cute”
-“you were a child actor in that one TV show that I can’t remember the name of and I can’t stop staring at you I’m so sorry I’m just trying to figure this out”
-“we follow each other on instagram but don’t know each other that well and I was snooping through and liked a picture from 176 weeks ago oh god”
-“we live in adjacent apartments and the walls are really thin, so I hear you sing every morning in the shower at 6:30 and you’re actually really good and I stand next to the wall and sing the next lyric just to see what would happen”
-“we live in the same apartment complex and I accidentally leave my laundry in the washer for a minute too long and you decide to take out all my wet clothes to put in yours just as I walk in”
-“I work in a grocery store and I’m putting new items on the shelf in the refrigerated section and just as I’m putting a new carton of milk on the shelf, you reach in and our hands touch”  
-I can’t tell whether this is a date because you asked to see a movie but I’m still not sure you’re queer, and I’m toeing the line because maybe you’re just trying to make friends
-One of us thinks this is a date but the other thinks it’s an informal job interview
-I decided to flip a coin about every decision in my life for a week and that’s how we ended up on a date
-We’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up
-We took each others underwear from the laundromat by mistake
-I got drunk and sent a sexy naked pic to my ex but I sent it to you instead by mistake
-We had one really bad date and never spoke again and now our friends have set us up on a blind date
-“I’m calling to cancel our date because I’m actually in the ER right now, sorry. …I mean, sure, I guess you can come down here, but… okay…”
-We had sex at the office party but we’re both workaholics so we don’t normally date
-We’re going on a blind date - but wait a moment, aren’t you that went down on me in a back alley behind a club year ago? … what do you mean “which one”?
-You bought me at a charity auction and you’re probably a serial killer
-You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole
-Your appointment with a sexual therapist was right after mine and we got talking in the waiting room
-We’re on a blind date, but wait a moment… aren’t you that guy who gave me a hand job at a Renaissance Zaire a year ago?… what do you MEAN “WHICH ONE”?
-We both picked the same power ballad at karaoke so we sang a duet
-We’re both trying to take advantage of the unlimited appetizers deal on separate dates at TGI Fridays and I got the mozzarella sticks and I’m on my sixth plate and I want to die, can I PLEASE swap you for some of your wings?

-‘I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the frick is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night’

-‘I’m an Ikea employee and every day for the last week I’ve had to ask you to leave the store because you keep coming in and sleeping in the beds seriously are you homeless or something I can call a shelter’

-'I don’t know who you are but we keep running into each other on the street and getting into screaming arguments over the stupidest things and I’m actually looking forward to our next meeting because you’re annoying as hell but gdi you’re hot as frick and its kind of fun to argue with you’

-'I’m in my underpants in a laundromat waiting for my clothes to get washed and your clothes are in the machine next to mine and I noticed that when you put your clothes in they were all covered in blood what the frick’

-'Last night was a haze for both of us and somehow we woke up hungover in a bed that isn’t either of ours and also neither of us recognize this apartment we should probably get out of here before someone calls the cops on us’

-'Last night was supposed to be a one night stand but we drunkenly got each others names tattooed on each others ass cheeks so now its kind of hard to forget you’

- 'you found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and I don’t want to tell you I was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and I don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when I’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life’

-Little bruises and cuts that show up are actually little injuries that happened to your soul mate
-Being reunited after surviving the zombie apocalypse unknowing if the other was alive or dead
-Rescuing their partner from a recon mission gone wrong
-Drama school rivals being cast as romantic opposites because they have “crazy sexual tension”
-“Are we both robbing the same house oh fuck”
-Growing up together in a rough neighborhood
-Mutual friends always dragged to the same inane barbecues
-Where everybody is born with heterochromia


-a ghost getting brought back to life but they’ve been a ghost for so long that they have trouble adjusting.

-a little girl who grows up thinking all doors are automatic but actually she’s haunted by a really polite ghost

-what if your phobias are based off how you died in a past life

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Coming Home Chapter 2 (Shalaska) - Jem

AN: Hi, it’s Jem. I’m so grateful that you guys like this story. Here’s the next chapter. Now that I’ve got two stories going on I’m trying to alternate posting from each but we’ll see if I can keep that up.

Story Summary: Sharon and Alaska are girlfriends and decide to foster a teenage Violet

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My dude @black19chevy67impala is having a rough week, so I’m going to attempt to salvage it in some way <3 Enjoy the fluff, love.

Based on promo photos for this week’s episode.

Mary stomps into the library with a huff and splays her hands expectantly.

Dean, in response, sits up a little straighter and nearly chokes on his beer. “You cut your hair,” he sputters.

Mary nods resolutely, defiance sparking behind her eyes. “Yes. I did.”

It’s not supposed to matter, it’s just hair, but it does and it’s not. Dean remembers squeezing his chubby baby fists into that long blond hair, and now even that’s gone. A dumb haircut is another reminder that this woman is a stranger to him and he’s having a mini existential crisis over it. Because he doesn’t know any better, Sam only nods with wide, wet eyes.

Unfortunately for him, Castiel chooses this moment to walk through the door. Mary’s hard eyes pin him where he stands.


The angel stops, guilty and suspicious but not knowing what for. “Yes?”

“What do you think?” Mary asks, fanning her hair out behind her.

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