she did the voice of bubbles

the blue notebooks

time travel au

pairing: jimin | reader
genre: fluff, angst
word count: 8.575
warnings: none
author’s note: this story will have a sequel since there is much, much more I want to tell, but I wanted to keep it under 10k and I figured this part worked well as a standalone. please enjoy :)


You meet Park Jimin after a particularly rough landing.

You wish time traveling was as easy as the books like to describe, or as beautifully romantic as the movies depict. It is a concept that’s been overly embroidered with advantages that do not exist — and even if normal humans see it as a fortuitous skill, one they long to have, they rarely realize that having a normal life is out of the question for your kind. Even so, there is no point in wishing for something that won’t happen in this lifetime, not with the time traveling genes burning strong within your veins.

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The Long Game - Derek Hale Imagine

Requested by @derangedangelImagine request :) Reader is the same age as Scott & the others but has a crush on Derek & is always flirting with him but Derek doesn’t reciprocate those feelings because of the age difference. But reader is in it for the “long game.” Like a GMW Maya & Josh situation. A few years later reader comes back & Derek likes her back. Thanks :D

Word Count: 4,502

Warning: Derek being abused and injured. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Y/N couldn’t keep her lips from forming into a smirk as she saw Derek’s picture appear on her phone. She had just moved back to Beacon Hills earlier today into her new apartment. She had spent most of the day unpacking her boxes, and was already in bed watching a movie on her laptop. She quickly swiped her thumb across the phone and answered. “Hello, stranger. It’s after midnight. No guy ever calls a girl after midnight except for one-" 

"Y/N…” Derek interrupted followed by a loud growl. Y/N could hear Derek’s heartbeat going crazy and his labored breathing. What caught her attention was hearing another heartbeat. “I need you." 

His voice was filled with worry, which caused Y/N to sit up straight in her bed alarmed. "Derek, where are you?”

“I don’t know…” he whispered unexpectedly. He no longer sounded like he was in pain or fighting against someone. He now sounded weak and hurt.

“Derek, I need you to talk to me. What do you see?” She asked as she quickly got out of bed to get dressed.

“I can’t… see anything…” he mumbled. She rushed as she heard his heartbeat getting weaker by the second.

She swallowed hard as she closed her eyes, letting a tear fall down her cheek. She was absolutely terrified for him. “Derek… I’m going to come and get you, okay? But I need to call Stiles to help me. Can you answer the phone if I call you back?”

“My phone… is going to die…”

“Fuck!” She whispered to herself. She put on her shoes as an idea crossed her mind. “After you hang up with me, turn off your phone and save the battery for about 10 minutes. That’ll be about the time it will take me to get to Stiles’ office at the police station. I’ll call you back but you have to answer, okay?”

“O… kay…” he mumbled weakly.

“Derek?” Her voice trembled. He hummed a small ‘yes’. “Please answer the phone." 

"I promise,” he said before he hung up and turned off his phone like he was told to do. 

Y/N grabbed her keys before rushing to her car. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Stiles’ number. For some strange reason a flashback flooded her mind to the first time she went to Stiles for help with Derek.

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Worth the Pain

A/N : Finale of Rotation. Catch parts 1-3 here:
Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead

This series in its entirety is dedicated to @alrightpetal because without her, there would be no vulnerable, flawed Harry. 

Thank you to all who have enjoyed and provided me with your thoughts. I hope this lives up to your expectations. 

xx


The earth’s actually flat and Harry must have fallen off of it. He was quite clumsy—you had scars from the countless occasions he couldn’t navigate around his own feet and brought you down with him—so him managing to fall off the edge of the earth wasn’t a stretch of the imagination.

At least he better be floating through deep space, otherwise there was no reason your texts and calls should have gone unanswered the last three days. No other reason you would accept, anyway.

When you’d woken up, brain foggy and mouth dry, you couldn’t remember how you’d gotten home, let alone anything that had actually happened. It wasn’t until you reached for your phone—after growing accustomed the dull ache in your skull—and saw the Bukowski poem that you remembered what happened. And you’d laid in bed for a while, trying to figure out how to move forward. Should you text Harry? Call him? Read into the fact that his last poem was much less explicit than the previous and maybe it meant he was trying to tell you something?

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Imagine Dean coaching your daughter’s soccer team.


Characters: Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: mild angst, super fluff, daddy! Dean (yes, it’s a warning because *swoon*)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic TEN. The line requested was “The whistle makes me their god.” It was requested by @pinknerdpanda​ . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I didn’t get to add in the smut that you requested because the story in my head just didn’t lend itself to it. Hope you aren’t too disappointed with the outcome. I personally had tears of joy in my eyes as I was editing it. I LOVE daddy! Dean. 

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you might get an ovation

pairing: daveed diggs x reader, lin-manuel miranda x reader, daveed x reader x lin (i think that’s how this should be listed idk) 

request: @iamafangirlforeverthing​: “Can you write a reader imagine where daveed and Lin compete for her affections and just pure nsfw…” and @itsme-ashley-marie​: “Can I get some super kinky role play?!” AND @derpypenguin​: “Lin smut with maybe some nice daddy/sir kink with some bondage maybe??”

summary: lin and daveed are both super into reader. she goes with this for a little, before they realize there’s only one way to make them all happy.

warnings: NSFW, smut, flirting, wall sex, dom/sub, begging, dirty talk, clippng lyrics, oral sex, prof/student roleplay, bath sex, threesome (kinda…), spitroasting, mentions of other kinks,

word count: 4,936

a/n: i am going straight to hell. probably tomorrow, honestly. title from clippng’s “wriggle.” this was fun. enjoy!! lemme know whatchu think!! the sequel to this smut sin is here 

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Ok, so interesting stuff I gathered from the new su episodes:

-the gems from Amethyst’s kindergarden are the most amazing thing ever

-apparently the beta gems are miscoloured?

-jasper was the only one who made it a) off earth or b) off zoo duty

-blue diamond is easily persuaded holy shit

-the guard gem (i can’t remember her name) just had her whole life turned around and is probably gonna have an existential crisis over a pearl telling her off

-blue diamond is a grieving mess but that doesn’t excuse KIDNAPPING PEOPLE AND SHATTERING GEMS BECAUSE THEY’VE FUSED ARE YOU KIDDING ME

-yellow diamond doesn’t know how grief works and she’s gonna have a breakdown

- i really liked the beta gem they showed us (was it another jasper, a carneol maybe?)

-AMETHYST FOUND HER SISTERS AND THEY’RE AMAZING AND THEY HAVE THE SAME HUMOUR I’M SO PROUD OF MY OVERCOOKED LITTLE CLOD

-ruby holds sapphire’s hand to keep her from freezing herself

-ruby is NOT dumb

-garnet is scared af of blue diamond (understandably)

-ANOTHER EPISODE OF SAPPHIRE AND RUBY UNFUSED

-blue pearl is indeed a shy little thing and apparently dancing with yellow pearl is nice ™

-blue Diamond’s voice makes me cry

-like, I thought she was gonna be some stone cold calculating ice rock but she just cries all the time (although we did get a glimpse of how terrifying she can be as soon as there’s subjects around)

-THEY BUBBLED EVERY SINGLE ROSE QUARTZ AND THEY’RE GOING TO SHATTER THEM

-yellow diamond admits that they all love pink diamond

-the lyrics got me (There’s no use in feeling [pause] blue)

-like, was i the only one who went ‘damn, that’s a double meaning if I’ve ever seen one’ 1) There’s no use in feeling, Blue or 2) There’s no use in feeling blue (feeling blue = feeling sad)

-the humans in the zoo do not handle rejection well

-i wonder if their earrings tell them how to procreate too?

-probably

-the zoo is creepy

-the guard gem played herself

-She has her gem on the back of her head - we’ve never seen that before, so that’s interesting

-i’m dead

-like, I legit died watching this

-I KNEW THE FRICKIN PALANQUIN WAS GONNA BE IMPORTANT

The Issues with Steven Universe

This might be a two parter. I had a lot to talk about.

1.  Pacing: This might be a personal thing but it seems like the pacing in SU is a bit all over the place at some points. Like after Jailbreak, I was hoping we’d get more backstory and while we did, we had to wait. Why? What’s the point in delaying the story? is so many questions left unanswered. And at the same time, they’ll rush through story arcs without giving us a good ending. The Cluster is still under the Earth guys. Shouldn’t you try to do something about it? You also haven’t talked about Rose Quartz KILLING HER DIAMOND!

2.   Pearl: Okay, I adore Pearl but let’s face it, she’s a mess. And this wouldn’t be a problem if the writers admitted this. Pearl is manipulative and she can be controlling. There is also her whole ‘obsession’ with Rose even after her death. Yes, there is nothing wrong with a character being flawed but a good character realizes they are flawed and does something about it. And there have been many times where Pearl was called out for her terrible behavior but she learned nothing. I’m still pissed about the Sardonyx arc ended

3.  Garnet and Amethyst’s Lack of Development: In over one hundred episodes, we still don’t know that much about them.  Unlike Pearl, Garnet and Amethyst’s development gets pushed to the side. And that sucks because they are extremely interesting characters in their own right. We know Garnet is a fusion but we don’t know anything else and we barely get to see her have her own episodes that focus on her. Same with Amethyst and out of all the characters, I probably relate to her the most so it’s equally frustrating.

4.   What is Lapis’ Personality: I feel like the writers don’t even know how to write their own character because sometimes, Lapis comes off as aloof and sometimes she comes off as a jerk. Make up your mind! And at the same time, she feels so hollow at points.

5.   Peridot and Lapis’ ‘Romance’: Okay, I wanted Peridot and Lapis to get along but their relationship should still be a bit awkward and uncomfortable.  After all, Peridot used Lapis. Now there are times where someone who was abusive can learn from the error of their ways but it still feels like their whole relationship was rushed. And it doesn’t feel earned. Them having a ‘romance’ doesn’t make sense and it feels like the writers just wanted some kudos instead of thinking the whole thing through.

6.   Lack of Explanation: Alright, one of the reasons I love SU is because of the Gems and how they have their own culture and ideals. And SU seems to sometimes just forget that. We still don’t know a lot about the diamonds, we still don’t know anything about Pink Diamond, we barely understand why Home World is the way it is and we don’t even know what their end goal is. EXPLAIN WRITERS! EXPLAIN!!!

7.  Bismuth Got Screwed Over: So we have been waiting for Bismuth for like literal years, she finally comes around AND THE WRITERS HAVE HER BUBBLED AGAIN!? Are you kidding me!? Lapis and Peridot get to come back and be a part of the show but you can’t extend the same to Bismuth? Why couldn’t Steven just have a nice, long, heartfelt talk with Bismuth like he did Lapis and Peridot? Are you kidding me?

8.   Treatment of Black Coded Characters: Garnet and Bismuth are black coded. I could also argue that Jasper is since she has a black voice actor. And it’s obvious that Pearl is the favorite among the writers. Now this wouldn’t bother me but the black coded characters get screwed over. Like a lot. I talked about Bismuth and Garnet just doesn’t get the same amount of love and attention Pearl does. Why? What’s the point?

9.  Jasper’s Treatment: Alright, now I know she’s a villain. I realize that. But Peridot was a villain and so was Lapis. I think it’s unfair that Rebecca created this character that has some history and just keeps on pushing her away. I want to see more of her and if Peridot and Lapis can both get redemption arcs, why can’t Jasper? There is zero reason why she can’t be saved and again, she’s been ignored. She’s the one who dropped the huge truth bomb! WHY AREN’T YOU TALKING ABOUT JASPER!?

10.  The Art Style: I honestly didn’t think I would notice this but as many artist friends have been pointing out, the art style seems to be suffering. Like proportions, color and so many other things look wacky. Guys, what are you even doing?

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you take fic requests but I love your writing so if you do, can you please write Cassian and Jyn in an established relationship where Cassian just casually sometimes slips into Space Spanish around Jyn? :)

Anon, I am almost positive this is not what you had in mind. And yet, this is what happened! Featuring the most functional version of them I’ve ever written, plus more bedsharing because I can’t be stopped.


Some nights as she lays in Cassian’s bed, about to be pulled under by the riptide of sleep, she hears his voice—soft, lilting—at the edge of her consciousness in a language she does not understand.

It sounds like poetry, the gentle cadence, like words made for different worlds than this one so ravaged by war. She lets the rhythm of it carry her under, into pastel dreams of peaceful, quiet places.

One night, after a mission that almost turned fatal more times than the human heart should have to bear, she finds that sleep eludes her. She presses her face to his neck, listens to the steady murmurs against her ear.

“I wish I could understand,” she whispers, then immediately wishes she hadn’t; perhaps these words aren’t meant for her. “Not that—you don’t have to explain.”

His hand drifts down her back, tenderly tracing the curve of her spine. When he speaks, his voice is gentle.

“I am reminding myself,” he says, “of the things I have to be thankful for.”

She shifts against him, wriggling closer; his skin is soft beneath her fingertips.

“Like what?” she asks.

“That we did not die today. That we are still in this fight. You.”

Warmth spreads through her chest, curls around her fingertips.

“Yeah?”

He whispers something she cannot understand. Then he bends his neck, brushing his lips against her forehead.

“Always, always you.”

Something bubbles up in her chest, some bright, fantastic feeling she can’t find the words for. It strikes her as unfair that he can express in two languages what she can’t even manage to say in one. All she can do is press a kiss his throat, just beneath the scratch of his beard.

His hand traces back up her spine to tangle in her hair, and she can feel him smile against her skin.

“I know,” he murmurs, even though she hasn’t said a word. “I know.”

Culture Shock part 1 (Jungkook angst)

Be honest. Deep down, could you see yourself marrying someone like me?

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Part two Part three Part four

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: Angst


It was your favorite position in the world, lying in bed, resting your head on Jungkook’s chest, his arm wrapped around you. He was holding his phone just above you, showing you a series of Youtube videos from a sketch show that you didn’t particularly like. Every time something dumb happened on the small screen, his chest shook so much under the weight of his laughter that it felt like an earthquake beneath your head, and you loved it. Every chuckle was a welcome reminder of how much you adored this man. In this perfect moment, you felt truly happy. Happy, settled, and in love. 

Your bliss was suddenly interrupted by Jungkook’s shrill ringtone. The video on the screen was replaced by an incoming call from his mom. 

“Sorry baby,” he said, then kissed you on your nose, making you giggle. He slid out from underneath you and sat up at the edge of the bed. You sat too, staying close to him so you could cling to his arm as he answered the phone. 

“Hello, Mom,” he said into the receiver.

Helloooo,” you called out in the most ridiculous voice you could muster. You laughed at your own stupid joke. 

Jungkook shot you a look. It wasn’t the amused, playful look that you were expecting. It was an embarrassed, angry look that made you shrivel. His eyes were suddenly cold and his mouth tightened into a straight line, making you feel tiny. You met his look with a questioning shrug, silently asking him what was wrong.

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the signs a short extracts i wrote

Aries: She swallowed water, salty sea water, almost drowning from the waves. A spear in her right hand she stabbed after the big fish that was circling her right underneath the surface of the water. She tasted blood on her lips and tried to breathe. She did not feel anxious, no, rather the mere will to survive. Rage, panic, adrenaline, she felt like she was one with the most ancient and oldest feeling of life.

Taurus: Laying on his cloud, he heard the other angels debating on what to do for the day. “Shall we help the poor or watch out for the dying?”, he repeated their words mockingly, biting in his apple with relish. He hummed a lullaby and closed his tired eyes before he drifted off to sleep. “Their heads are full of worries.” They all hated his careless attitude and doubted the effectiveness of his help. In the end, they always forgot that he indeed was the angel of joy.

Gemini: “Tell me a story!”, the boy said to his sister and hand in hand they jumped through the forest, searching for the purest fruit of wisdom. “I could tell so many, but you probably know them all already!”, she responded and her eyes lightened up as she spotted a piece of the blue sky through the crowns of the dark trees. “Yeah, that must be true”, he answered. They smiled happily, being together was all they had. Little did they know, that they walked in circles for days. 

Cancer: The prince watched out of his window, directly onto the water of the seemingly black sea. The moon reflected on its surface and the night silently spoke to him, like an old friend, told him that his sorrows will be gone soon. Sighing he closed his eyes and recreated the dream he had last night. On the lowest point of the sea, hitting the cold, muddy ground he searched for something? But what could it be? His thoughts where interrupted by the crashing waves and he smiled as he looked into the face of a young mermaid. “Loreley?” 

Leo: She watched the something on the throne. It was not her. It was an old, wrinkled beast, already having its best years behind it, being touched by the life taking hand of the universe. It looked dead to her. She touched its leather like skin and shook her head in disapproval. The crown on its head was shining in the most beautiful colors and overwhelmed by its appearance she lifted it up and placed on the top of her head. Then suddenly, the beasts eyes moved and she knew that was it. 

Virgo: She was porcelain. Her hands where slim and her fingers long, her neck looked as fragile as the one of a swan and her long, silver gown, made out of spider webs,  enveloped her thin body. She was cold. Everything she touched turned to ice and as the queen of the country, the most disloyal of her followers adorned her cupboards as little ice figures now. She showed no gesture on her face. She was all alone. 

Libra: “Sir, you need to decide”, the woman told him coldly and looked him dead in the eye. He was sweating already and close to the edge. He needed to escape but his limbs were tied to the chair. “Let me out!!”, he shouted and tried to move, tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. “Sir, you need to decide.” 
“No, no, let me out!!!”
“Sir, there is only once chance.” 
His mind was screaming. “STOP IT, THERE IS ALREADY NOTHING LEFT OF ME, STOP IT ALREADY!”

Scorpio: As the cat spoke to her she thought she completely lost her mind. It was the late afternoon as the neighbors cat - that mysteriously always stood in front of her window - told her to “not go to the old cottage near the forest”. She knew she was going insane. And she knew usually people said there was no one living inside of that little abandoned house. But there were flowers planted around the cottage and smoke came out of the chimney. Maybe she was insane. Maybe she just wanted to see the truth.

Sagittarius: He never breathed such clean air. He never tasted this freshness, this pureness on his lips. The cold air surrounded him, tried to get through his clothes and down to his body, but his heart was warm. Warm and pounding to the sound of the wind and mountains, humming a quiet song to the movement of the earth, to the building and children of mother nature. He wanted to kiss the cold, untouched earth and he imagined the landscape in front of him during spring. “Finally, I am home.”

Capricorn: As he walked down the street, busy as always, the crowd of people seemed to squash him, as they all wanted to get home as quick as possible since work was over. It started to rain. Cold, dirty rain that was pouring down on a cold, grey and dirty city. He opened his umbrella and continued his way to the bus stop as suddenly a tall man in black clothes, with a black box in his left hand and a pocket watch in his right stood a few foot steps away right in front of him. Fear grabbed the working man. He started to run. 

Aquarius: “Sir do you need something to eat? It’s almost 9 pm and you hadn’t have any dinner so far”, the assistance asked worried. He smiled, knowing she always worried about him but he was busy watching the little creatures on the red globe in front of him. They moved and talked, creating new things and build friendships, started fights, wars and made peace. All that in just matter of seconds. As the woman looked over his shoulder she instantly grinned. “You love to look at the past of your creations, don’t you?” He laughed shortly and lifted up his gaze, looking out of the window, right to the stars. “Well, I made them after all.”

Pisces: She held him close as the night arrived and everything was covered in complete darkness. “Don’t let me go”, he whispered, his voice shaking but she just smiled gently and kissed his cheek. “Look.” Her hands glowed as she formed little animal sculptures out of bright bubbles that ran around their heads before disappearing in the night sky. His eyes widened in amazement as he looked at the art she just did. “How do you…”, he started but stopped as he looked into her stark-like eyes. She asked him: “Do you believe in the fairy tales you read?”

Worth While (Tyler x FemReader) aghast fluff

Originally posted by smile-always-bitch

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): real sad though

Request:  Can I please request a fic? I’m partially requesting this because I need some comfort :( I read that Tyler said in a stream that he “knows his clock is ticking”, and my heart immediately dropped into my stomach. Like, had my husband not been in the room, I would have started crying. I’d like it to be a fem reader (high school sweethearts maybe?), who heard Tyler say that, and struggles to hold it together during the stream, but when it’s over, has to leave the room. Much hurt and comfort ensues.

Warnings: Tears wtf

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“I wouldn’t put that there.”

“Well why not, Ethan?”

“Because that’s not where it goes!” Ethan cried out a laugh.

Mark continued to shove his game controller into the depths of his plush couch. With a goof-ish grin stretching his cheeks, he allowed Ethan to pull away his arms.

“Well that’s usually where you lose things, and apparently I lost this match, because you claim to not have cheated.”

Slipping out a few laughs of her own, (Y/n) patted Mark on his shoulder.

“Not apparently, you did lose. Because you just suck.”

“(Y/n)!” the brunette squealed “Not the time for–”

“Facts.” Ethan finished.

The three of them erupted in giggles. In came Tyler, holding an open phone. Swiftly, he pecked (Y/n)’s hair and sat on her right.

“It’s time for the twitter Q&A, you idiots.” he said.

As a whole, Mark, Ethan and (Y/n) calmed themselves enough to stay seated, and stay silent. Placing herself over Tyler’s shoulder, the girl read aloud the first tweet on she could see.

“On a scale of one to ten, how difficult is dyed hair?”

“Very.” answered Tyler almost immediately.

Mark sputtered himself to a stop and turned over to view (Y/n)’s boyfriend.

“How would you know?” he asked.

Tyler defended himself “I have to hear the both of you whine about it all day.”

Laughing again, (Y/n) nodded enthusiastically, earning a smile from Tyler himself.

“Gimme’ that.” Ethan demanded, swiping the phone from Tyler. Both Mark and Tyler chuckled at Ethan’s reaction.

“Why is Mark so small?”

“Next question.”

Trying to focus on reading and not laughing Ethan said “It’s because he shoved so much of his dick in his personality, that by cause and effect, it actually made the rest of him physically smaller as well.”

“What do you mean ‘the rest’ and ‘as well’? The rest apart from what?” Mark asked in an touchy, offensive voice.

“Donate now to find out!” Tyler grinned at the camera, pointing at its lens “Links below!”

Bubbling with laughter, Ethan managed to state the next question.

“Did surgery scare you at all? Do you feel any different on your views?”

The question was for Tyler, therefore everyone in the group directed their eyes to the brunette; giving him their full attention.

“Well,” Tyler started. “I wouldn’t say that it scared me. It showed me a lot though.”

The air had been light up to that moment. (Y/n) wondered precariously as to why she felt as though it might change.

“You know; that life, as a whole, is a valuable gift.”

Mark and Ethan both offered him polite, understanding nods.

“It’s a privilege and not right. But, even now, I’m more aware that my own clock has began to tick.”

There it was. The sentence that hung sour within the air, almost palpable. Turning the atmosphere very quickly from joyous to real, especially for (Y/n). At the very least, he ended his answer with an honest smile.

“Well, I feel my surgery scared the shit out of me.” Mark soon cut in. It was very obvious he wanted to change the topic “Because it hurt so much, like holy shit. Flashbacks.”

A ridged laugh came from Ethan as he nodded and said

“I, myself, have never had surgery. And frankly, Mark’s horror story is good enough to scare me.”

Their jokes twisted with each other, once again pulling up a light ring around the group.

(Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to openly joke after something like that being said. Especially from someone like her high school sweetheart. Slowly, roughly, she felt her heart tumble to her stomach. Something wasn’t right with her, not at all.

“But anyway, that’s the only thing.” Tyler concluded, glancing quickly at (Y/n). The brunette noticed a blunt fatigue in her eyes.

Hours and hours passed through the stream. More questions were answered; some silly- some serious.

But as the hours passed, so did (Y/n)’s thoughts. She couldn’t focus on any charity games, couldn’t make any humourus jokes, couldn’t even get herself to spare Tyler a thoughtful look.

(Y/n) was grateful, though, for Mark and Ethan. The two of them took duty in carrying on the atmosphere; keeping her quaintly sane.

“Alright, it has been I don’t know how many hours, but it seems that we are wrapping up here.” Mark eventually said.

He took time to thank everyone that donated- to thank his three friends for joining him.

Mark did his outro, and then he was done. The stream went down and the camera was shut off.

(Y/n) immediately left the room.

It wasn’t her fault that she could not tear her mind away from Tyler’s statement. It wasn’t her fault that she wanted to suck it up for the sake of the stream. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t want Tyler to die…

Such a vague thought it was. Having someone so seemingly important to you just suddenly one day die. It seemed almost selfish. Why did it have to happen?

Quicker than she had anticipated, (Y/n) found herself in her shared bedroom. Lord, when she looked up she cursed for two reason. Her eyes, had become childishly watery. And her gaze, inevitably fell upon her bed. The side closest to the door, Tyler’s side.

If he dies soon, who will lay next to her?

Tears, and nothing but tear, stabbed her eyes. She spun furiously to slam a closed hand against the door. Instead, the sad girl ran into her boyfriend. He had followed her.

“(Y/n).” he mumbled.

(Y/n) did not look up. She did not move, nor did she say anything.

“(Y/n), I…” Tyler raised his hand, very gently, and brought it down upon her soft locks.

“I’m going to die… sooner or later.”

The male pulled his beautiful girlfriend in for a hurting embrace. The sunlight wandered politely on the floor, crawling in from under a drawn curtain. The room was visibly grey.

“Don’t say that to me.” (Y/n) demanded.

If he dies soon, who will hold her when she cries?

Tyler relished the soft tears that came from (Y/n) as they gathered on his shoulder. Tightly wrapped around her chest, his arms became her blanket of comfort.

“I’m happy now where I am.” he said.

“I was happy until now, as well.”

Tyler’s words brought upon the girl more sadness.

“And darling, I’ll be happy when I die, knowing you made my life worth living.”

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(A/n): GET IT BECAUSE HE REALLY CARES FOR HIS FANS AND THE FANDOM AND I HOPE YOU CRY FROM THIS BEcAUsE I KINDa’ DID

Lick Me ‘Til Ice Cream

A/N: God, forgive me, for I have sinned. Literally, don’t read this if you don’t have the intention to go to hell because I’ll be right there with you for writing this. This is my first ever smut so I hope you enjoy it as much as you can. My imagination went somewhere else in order to write this so make sure there’s some water near you, because you’ll need it.

Request:-

Warning(s): Just filth. Pure filth, daddy kink, inappropriate use of ice-cream

Word count: 2,975

Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character)

Originally posted by missjanet1983


          She thought that she’d never get tired of being intimate with her boyfriend. That they’d always keep it new and playful in the bedroom. Never once thinking that her lover would one day fail to make her feel like their relationship was something extraordinary, as it was. However, no matter how hard he pounded or how deep he filled her, it never felt more than a quick fuck in her mind. The same old tricks of the trade when she knew he had something more up his sleeve.

The man was the Clown Prince of Crime.

The King of Gotham.

The Joker.

He wasn’t a boring man, nor an uninteresting man. In fact, early on in their relationship, he had used toys. He had used foreplay. He even tried his hand at dirty talking. But low and behold, their sex-life had dwindled away to the point where she had no more excitement left in her. It was like their spark had died out and they now had to settle for… simple sex.

She refused to believe that there was nothing they could try to spice things up. But every time she tried to advance on him, he would just shrug her off and slide into bed. Playing it off with a cold,

“The heist took it out of me. We can do it in the morning.”

He was gone before she woke up every morning.

Come to think of it, she hardly saw him anymore, even if he was in the house with her. He was always either out on a heist or in his office all day trying to plan for the next one. She wasn’t allowed in his secret sanctuary of high security safes with stolen money and top secret files only he had the right to just look at.

She missed him.

She missed her lover with his never-out-of-place vibrant green hair she could spot from a mile away. His wild cackle he calls a “laugh” that he only softened for her. His o-so-kissable bright red lips that he always used to steal her lipstick to paint over. His dark, meaningful tattoos that contrasted so well with his beautiful bleached body. The way he moved, the way he expressed himself that made grown men shake in his presence.

She just wanted him back.

She wanted to kiss her boyfriend.

She wanted to hold her boyfriend.

She feared that she might actually go just as insane as he was if she didn’t find a way to attract him again.

Of course, she had the pleasure of making him feel good and that made her happy. But what kind of girl doesn’t want to show herself off for her man? Who doesn’t want that special attention from the one she loves?

Deciding that it was time to take immediate action, she knew that her plan would go one of two ways. Either it would end up with her being sprawled out on the huge mahogany desk in his private office being “taken care of”, or, end up with her being screamed at for thinking she could enter his untouched room without permission and injure their intimacy further.

“Fuck it,” she thought aloud, “Ride or die type, right? Let’s give him the choice of whether or not he actually wants me to ride or die.”


          Coming home with bags upon bags filled with tubs of ice-cream, she now started to wonder if their freezer was big enough to fit all of them inside.

Subconsciously, she shrugged her shoulders as she literally stopped in the middle of their living area to think about it before continuing to haul the bags to the kitchen.

“Oh, Mister J, you’re gonna love me.” She muttered to herself as she giggled at the thought of her plan.

Beginning to put all of the tubs in the freezer, she heard a door slam and footsteps padding along the floor.

Was that him?

He’s out of the office for once in his abnormal life?

Rushing to where the footsteps could be heard, she spotted his signature fluorescent hair and practically sprinted to the man she had grown to love. He was wearing, as usual, no shirt but she didn’t complain. Who would? The man was practically crafted by the Gods. His tight-fitting trousers hung low on his hips, exposing his prominent V-line which made her mouth water. She enveloped him in a giant bear hug as she jumped and swung her legs around his torso while snuggling her face into his neck.

“Doll, you’re killing me here.” His deep, gravelly voice sounded as he wrapped his arms around the girl that had attached herself to him to ensure she wouldn’t fall.

She loosened her grip, only slightly, and lifted her head up to look him in his blue, icy eyes. Another thing she missed about him.

“You’re out! I feel like I haven’t seen you for 53 years!” Her excitement was bubbling as she had no intention of suppressing it.

“But… You’re only 21.”

“You can shut up.”

“I’m offended.”

“Just kiss me.”

And so he did. Their lips crashed together and moulded perfectly, as if they were missing puzzle pieces and were only made for one another. The smiles both of them had on their faces during that rare moment were ones of pure dedication and trust between two people.

The innocent kiss escalated into something more heated when he pushed her up against the wall, his hands either side of her head and her legs tightening around his abdomen to bring him closer. Hands reached up into his silky hair and tugged gently, making a groan escape from his open lips before he nibbled on her bottom lip and moving to her neck. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the man pressing into her as she felt him sucking on her sensitive skin.

She nearly lost herself in the little bubble they had created around them but she realised she still had a plan to carry out amidst all the sexual tension. She caressed his cheek, pulling him up to meet his gaze and bit her lip.

“As much as I want you to take me right here, right now, I got something planned out especially for you, Daddy.”

Unwrapping her legs, she let him go and instantly felt lost without the pressure of his body pushed against hers. Instinctively following behind her, his vision now clouded over with a sense of lust and want, her boyfriend grabbed her wrist and turned her around. She slammed into his chest with the force he exuberated on her before smirking up at him, gently rubbing their bodies together to create friction.

“Where do you think you’re going, doll face? Daddy isn’t finished with you yet.” The low growl coming from him indicating he needed her now and was not prepared to wait for a stupid plan she thought of.

“Mm, but you’ll like this surprise, J, I can guarantee you. Just be patient with me? Please?” She pecked his lips, hoping he’d understand what she was trying to do and listen to her. “Go back into the office and wait for me. I’ll be there in T-5 minutes.”

She knew talking in “heist-terms”, as she liked to call it, made him excited and that’s exactly what happened since she felt him twitch through his tight trousers. A smile and a wink was sent in his direction while she walked off. Surprised that he didn’t protest when she brought up the subject of her walking into his office, she heard him begrudgingly make his way back into the room he finally came out of and close the door.

Working quickly, she rid herself of her everyday clothing, leaving her in her black lacy undergarments. A shiver ran through her body as the cold air hit her, making goosebumps appear on her smooth skin. Forgetting the cold and remembering she had a man waiting for her, probably feeling very uncomfortable in his pants, she took the ice-cream scoop into her hand and carefully placed two scoops of the vanilla sweetness onto a cone, licking it once because she couldn’t resist.

She put the tub of fresh ice-cream back inside the freezer and walked towards the entrance of the one room in the house she had never been in before. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and cleared her voice, “Mister J?”

“Come in.” The invitation took a while to register with her before slowly turning the gold handle and opening the door.

The room was stunning with a high ceiling and marble floor, a white rug sitting in the middle of it. The walls painted to match the rug, her eyes followed up to the sparkling gold chandelier that illuminated the room. A large vault was situated at the back, behind where her man was sitting, and she assumed he had tidied up as he was expecting her arrival. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as she examined every detail of the area. She didn’t know when she would be allowed back in so took her time to soak in every ornament and burn it into her memory.

“You having fun there, baby?” His voice broke her trance-like state and she snapped back to reality. She felt a sudden coldness running down her chest and in between her breasts before she looked down and realised the ice-cream she was holding had begun to melt and drip down her, not realising she had titled it at a weird angle when she was inspecting the place.

“Shit.” She cursed before licking at the rim of the cone to try and stop any more from running down. All the while her tongue was working it’s way around the cone, J had leapt up from his sitting position and approached his girlfriend, licking up the valley of her breasts to remove the trail of ice-cream. A gasp emitted from her lips as she felt his warm tongue make its way up her chest and push into her mouth as he enclosed her lips with his, making her taste the sweetness on it. Moaning into the kiss, he lead her to the middle of the room and sat her on top of his desk, as she predicted would be there, and ran his pale hands up and down her sides.

“Was this your surprise? Ice-cream?” He questioned, grinning up at the lingerie-clad woman.

“What, I thought I’d try something new.” Her own smile replicated his as she held the cone in front of his lips and watched him suck the some of the melted liquid off the top.

There was something oddly arousing looking at the most feared criminal in the city in the eyes and see him lick an ice-cream cone and have it drip down his chin.

“You know, doll. The ice-cream’s great and all, but I would much rather have your juice running down my chin.” As soon as those words came out of his mouth, she physically twitched and felt her pussy become even more slick, if that was even possible.

“Well what are ya waiting for? Be my guest.” She unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her arms, asking her boyfriend to hold her cone for her beforehand though because she “didn’t wanna drop it”. He shook his head at her, chuckling and pressing his lips against hers once she took the item of clothing off.

Holding the cone, he absentmindedly swirled the ice-cream around her nipple, erecting it almost instantly. A whimper came from her throat before he pulled away from the kiss and started to suck on her breast, lapping at the sweetness it was covered in.

“J…” She sighed and leant her head back as the man standing in between her legs worked her nipple. Slowly, he trailed down her stomach and pushed her body onto the hard surface, laying her down. She took the ice-cream from his grasp, allowing him to pull down her skimpy panties and expose her glistening mound as he let out a growl by just looking at it.

“Oh, baby girl, how I’ve missed your pretty pussy.” He commented before pulling his hand up and teased her by tracing his finger around her lips and inner thighs.

“Please. Don’t tease me.” She looked down at him and pleaded with her eyes.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Daddy.” She answered quietly.

He shifted his gaze to the cone in her hand and his eyes lit up with mischief and desire. Grabbing said cone, he titled it and waited for it to drip on her clit and run down, causing her body to jolt at the sudden coldness and shiver in pleasure.

After a few drops had melted, he decided it was enough for now and flattened his tongue on her before dragging upwards. The mixture of the ice-cream and her own pussy collected in his mouth and it tasted heavenly. He groaned as he sucked on her bundle of nerves which sent vibrations through her body before she moaned out loud and gripped the side of the desk. Her reaction only spurred him on further as he picked up the pace on his assault and run his tongue down to her hole, pushing inside and felt her tighten around the muscle. Starting to fuck her with his mouth, he brought the ice-cream back around and let it drip onto her clit again, the sweet juice running down on his tongue. Her cries could be heard from next door but neither of them cared.

She felt that she was close to her release now and pulled on his hair, bringing him further into her.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!” She begged and arched her back.

Guess what?

He stopped.

“J, I swear to god, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Her eyes glazed over with lust, anger and desperation as she watched him innocently take a lick from the cone.

“Oh, but, baby, if you kill me, who’s gonna fuck you like you deserve to, huh? Who’s gonna make you cum when you’re a good girl? And who’s gonna punish you when you’re not?” His voice lowered into a sexy whisper as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall down his legs, palming himself through his boxers.

“… I do like it when you make me cum…” Her eyes fixated on his circular motions his hand was moving on his crotch before she reached out and pulled his underwear down for him, stroking his length.

“I know you do, doll, and that’s why you’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy right now and suck his cock.” He demanded, her jumping off the desk and onto her knees in lightening speed.

Her lips made contact with the tip and rubbed the pre-cum over it before allowing the head to be pushed into her mouth and sucked. His head fell back and grabbed her hair into a make-shift ponytail as he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Take more of Daddy’s cock.”

Wasting no time, she obliged and engulfed as much as she could into her warm mouth and swirled her tongue along the underside, beginning to suck hard. She placed her hands on his thighs to keep herself steady as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, revelling in listening to his sounds of appreciation and tightening his grip on her hair.

She suddenly felt a cold liquid against her lips and looked up. He was rubbing the ice-cream on himself, the kinky bastard. She pulled off with a pop and grinned at him, letting him coat his dick fully. He growled at the sensation of it covering him before she ran her tongue up and down to taste him and hummed on his cock which made his hips buck into her mouth resulting in her gagging. The feeling of her throat closing up on his tip made him go wild and he pulled her off, pushing her back onto his desk and rubbing himself up and down her soaked slit.

“You want this?” He asked with his deep voice and looking her in the eyes. She smirked and grabbed the cone from his hand and licked it.

“Go ahead and fuck me, Daddy.”

He didn’t need to be told twice and slammed himself into her, letting her adjust for a moment as they both cried out in pleasure at the new feeling they hadn’t felt for a long time. Once they were ready, he didn’t hold back in pounding into the tight walls that kept clenching around him, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, baby girl. You wanna feel it in ya?” He reached down and rubbed circles on her clit with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and making her moan so loudly she was pretty sure the whole of Gotham could hear her.

“Yes, please, Daddy, I want your cum. I’m so close.”

He felt her pussy clench one more time around him and it sent him over the edge. Releasing himself inside his girlfriend, he stilled his movements and groaned as he felt her do the same. She screamed and gripped the desk so tightly, she could’ve sworn she broke a bone, her juices running down his cock and onto the desk.

Heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard and the whole room smelled like sex and sweat the two of them created. They rode out their highs before he pulled out and laid next to her, pulling her close while she wrapped herself around him.

“We might need to get some more ice-cream for next time.” He joked, not knowing she bought gallons of the stuff earlier in the day.


Don’t worry about it, Mister J, I got it covered.”

Sacrifices of War

“I’m pregnant. I’m not going to keep it.”

A story about hard choices, loss, and the dark moments of war that don’t happen on the battlefield.

Heavy Angst set during ACOWAR. Please read the tags to make sure you want to read this. If you would rather not read it (or need a small pick-me-up), I prepared some fluff.

Sacrifices of War (AO3)

“I’m pregnant.”

The words rang as hollow in the clearing as they rang in her heart. It almost surprised her that spoken out loud, they did not seem any different than in her mind. They were haunting, hurting, hollow things threatening to tear her apart if she lowered her shields even for one second. So she didn’t. Not even for him. Especially not for him.

Feyre raised her eyes from her knotted hands, trying to untangle her fingers and stop her nails from digging into her skin and drawing blood. Instead, she looked at the male she’d thrown those cruel words at, like knives and claws and teeth she had no control over. She’d thought longer how to tell him than about her decision. But no matter how long she fretted, she couldn’t find a way not to hurt him and time was running out. Their time. Her time. So she’d decided to call on him, meet him, hurt him. With words that should be joyful instead of cruel. Words that should mark a new beginning instead of an end.

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tw: implied/referenced child abuse

Steve walked down the road quickly.  His eyes were burning, but he wasn’t sure how much of that was from the cold.  It was freezing, and he tucked his hands under his armpits before the fell off.  Winter in Indiana was always shitty, but in the evening it was even worse.

“Why the hell couldn’t you have grabbed your jacket, Harrington?” he muttered angrily at himself under his breath.

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I really loved the concept. Fluff warning!

Anonymous: YESSS!!! DADDY BLURBS AY!!! I know valentine’s day is over but hooow about Harry’s idk 8 year old son having a teeny tiny crush on one of his classmates, so they go shopping or they craft something together. And you have that tiny boy, who looks just exactly like Harry and is just as charming, with his soft curls and green eyes and blindingly white teeth, and he has that cute little british accent you only notice when you listen carefully or he talks really fast. And omg!!! Just daddy Harry!!!      



“Mornin’ Love” Harry said coming from behind as you bounced your 3 year old daughter, Snow on your hips.

“Mornin’ Happy valentines day peaches” you said leaning a bit so that you can touch your lips to his welcoming ones. You kissed a bit and smiled. But it couldn’t last long as the three year old in your arms started whining.

“Happy valentines day baby, and to you too snow.” harry cooed as he took the the toddler from your arms and showered her face with kisses making her giggled. 

“mum I have t’go out with jake today.” Your eldest said from living room.

“Yeah i remember Rose” you said over Harry’s shoulder and winked as your 16 year old teen gave you a thumbs up.

“You didn’t told meh!!!” harry said as he turned to face Rose who was already out of the house to school. You giggled as you rubbed Harry’s arm.

“Its okay haz” You said and kissed his pouty lips. Rose was daddy’s girl and Harry always whined at the fact that how quicky she’s growing up already.

“My baby” Harry pouted and you giggled again as he went in the livingroom to play with Snow. You perched up a bit on your tip toes to get the flour from the top when you felt a soft tug on your shorts. You glanced down and saw your eight year old boy. At least one out of three was mumma’s baby. He stared at you with those big green eyes, his hair in a mess and curls at the end of his hair were everywhere. 

You smiled and picked him up. His cheeks were all pink and his ears were red probably because how much he moves in sleep, rubbing his cheek on the pillow.

“Morning baby!” you said cheerfuly setting Noah on the shelf a bit away from stove.

“Morning mumma” he said wrapping his arms round you, hugging himself to your chest. Your heart swells seeing your kids. Little angels that you and harry made with all your love.

A soft smile creeped up on your face as you ran your finger through his soft brown hair.

“What’s wrong bubba?” You asked as he tightened his grip around you.

“Hey there bud!” Harry cheered entering the kitchen with snow who was almost asleep on her father’s shoulder. A little slight of drool wetting Harrys shoulder as her bubbly cheeks were squished on it. Her hands were around Harry’s neck. She had lots of cute rolls.

“hi daddy” Noah’s voice was muffled because he still had his face hidden in your chest.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked looking at you with a questioned face. You shrugged and pulled away from the hug.

“Tell us sweetie” You said

“i-i like a girl” Noah admitted as his cheeks turned red. Your eyes widened as Harry did the same.

“S-sheisverypretty. I-I likeheras muchas daddylikes mommy.” he said. You giggled on the trait of him which he got from you. Speaking fast. Harry on the other was slow speaker and so were the other two  girls, well no one knew about snow but Rose did speak slow.

“slow down honey.” you said kissing noah’s nose.

“i like a girl mommy. Her name is susan and she is very pretty and i like her as much as daddy likes you” Noah finished. He was so cute that you couldn’t help but kiss all over his face.


“Aww buddy” harry said handing you snow as he picked Noah up. He instantly wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck smiling. Both of their dimples popping up as they shared a cute moment of father and a son.

“I think tha’ I and Noah need t'talk yeah?” Harry said and you nodded. Harry knew how to handle kids well. He pecked your lips as he made his way to the couch carrying on son.

“So. Tell m'more about this girl.” Harry said sitting on couch with Noah on his lap.

“She is in my class and sits beside me. She has loooong pretty hair. Jus’ like mommy and she’s very beautiful. I-I’ve noticed how yeh look a’ mommy. I look a'her the same way daddy.” Noah said shyly.

Harry’s eyes softened and so did his heart. It seemed like yesterday he was born and today he grew 8 years old. His little man was growing up too fast just like his other two. Harry leaned in to press his lips on his son’s head.

“What d'yeh say if we make a card fo’ her?” Harry suggested as Noah ran upstairs happily to get the craft work.

Your own eyes filled with tears as you saw them leaning on the kitchen door. Your little family was your everything. Especially the one who made this real.

You walked to Harry and sat beside him.

“You ready fo’ a daughter in-law?” Harry asked wiggling his eyebrows smirking.

“Not yet”

Color (Part 2)

Prompt: A sequel to Color. Lin grieves over the death of his wife.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Warning: angst and mentions of death

A/N: Here’s a sequel that no one asked for. Inspired by With You from the musical Ghost and Lin’s recent interview for the Olivier Awards. I didn’t proofread, I was too busy crying lmao.


Hello, Mrs. Miranda. This is Claire from Blanc Dry Cleaners. We still have a few of your blouses ready for pick-up. It’s been a few days since we’ve first called and you’re usually prompt with pick-up so I wanted to give you another reminder that they are ready…

Lin didn’t know how or why, but he found himself standing in front of the counter to Blanc Dry Cleaners. His feet felt like lead, but somehow he dragged himself out of bed after hearing the voicemail from Claire.  The customer in front of him finally turned, arms full of clothes wrapped in garment bags, and exited the store.

Claire’s brown eyes widened once she saw him. “Mr. Miranda, what a surprise! I never see you alone, are you here to pick up for the missus?” her lips pulled up into a grin, “what a sweet husband you are! I’ll be right back, ok?”

He watched as she disappeared into the back, her ponytail swishing behind her. He didn’t know why he put himself through this torture – it’s been weeks since she… He swallowed thickly, eyes trained to the ground as fresh tears clouded his vision. The wounds from his loss were still raw, and he knew that coming here wasn’t the best idea.

“That’s three blouses for your wife, clean and ready for her to wear! Say hello to her for me, will you Mr. Miranda?” Claire chirped.

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Make her call Mulder in that tub while still drunk please!!!!!

She reaches for her phone before she even realizes it.  She’s still staring at the screen when she realizes she’s called Mulder.

He picks up on the third ring.  “Mulder.”

“You know it’s me,” she says.

“Habit,” he tells her.

They let the silence pool between them for a moment.  She’s leaning over the side of the tub, floating somewhere between regret and desire.

“Did you need something?” he asks.

“No,” she says.  “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“How about that local sports team?” he jokes, but his voice is a little flat.

“Mulder,” she says, and he quiets.  “We never really talk.”

“No,” he says after a moment.

“Eddie Van Blundht told me that, years ago,” she says.  “And we still don’t talk.”

“Scully…” he begins, and trails off.  “What is there to say?”

“Everything,” she says.  “Novels, Mulder.  Epics.  We never stopped talking, before.”

“Apparently we never said what we needed to say,” he says, a tinge of bitterness in his voice that bites at her the way the wine did.

“You know we didn’t,” she chides.

“I know,” he says.

They breathe for a moment, each of them at their separate ends of the line.

“What are you wearing?” he says finally, some sort of homage to the ease they used to find in each other.

“Nothing,” she says.  “I’m taking a bubble bath.”

He laughs, one genuine chuckle, and she knows she’s surprised him.  “You’ve gone Hollywood.”

“I knew you were in the bath,” she says.  “I could hear you sloshing.”

“You only need one hand to hold the phone,” he tells her, and they both understand what he was doing with the other, all those years ago, at the tentative and tender beginning of their intimacy.

“Mulder,” she says, and the wine puts words in her mouth that she didn’t intend but doesn’t regret as she says them.  “Why did we hide from each other?”

“The world was strange,” he says.  “It felt dangerous.”

“It’s not any less strange now,” she says.  “Maybe it won’t ever be.”

“Maybe it never was,” he says.  “Maybe we handled it better then.”

“They say wisdom comes with age,” she muses.

“Maybe our wisdom was that we couldn’t sustain the effort,” he says.

“I would think that you’d be the one to imagine a world in which a happy ending was possible,” she says.

“You’re the one who grew up in a happy household,” he reminds her.

“What would it have taken?” she asks.  “For us to be happy.”

“If I’d known,” he says, “I wouldn’t have to ask what you’re wearing.”

“My coworkers are jerks,” she says after a long pause.

“More than your coworker at the Bureau?” he asks, laughter in his voice.

“Astonishingly, yes,” she says.

“It’s a universe of infinite possibilities,” he says.  “You can always call me if you need backup.”

“Always?” she asks.

“I made a promise,” he tells her.  “That hasn’t changed.”

“Mulder,” she says, but there aren’t any other words to follow it, or there are too many words, but either way she can’t come up with anything more eloquent than his name, a shorthand for all she can’t say.  Two decades of habit don’t break under the strain of three glasses of wine and a hot bath.  

“I’ll talk to you later,” he says eventually.  

“Okay,” she says, and hangs up.

She lets the phone fall onto her towel and sinks back into the water, submerging herself until all she can hear is the ripple of her pulse, the roar of the water in her ears, masking the echoes of what might have been.

Come back to me.

Request: “Can you write something about Bucky based on the writing prompt "I was nowhere near the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by”? Thanks!!!!!! Xxxxxxxx"

Summary: After the decision is made to put Bucky back in cryo, your whole world falls apart and you completely lose control. Will your broken pieces ever be put back together?

Word count: 2,047

Warnings: None

A/N: I ran away with this so prepare for the feels to hit hard. I am aware this is low-key trash.

Italics are used to represent flashbacks.

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“Y/N, it’s always such a pleasure to see you!” The strong, firm voice welcomed you as arms wrapped around your rigid figure. T'Challa had not always been a friend but as it now stood, he definitely wasn’t a foe.

“I’m sorry for not giving you any pre-warning, I was nowhere near the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by.” You tried to make your voice sound comical, uplifting, you tried to make it sound like just being there didn’t rip your heart to pieces with every breath you inhaled and every step you took but, deep down you knew, you weren’t convincing anyone.

The worst thing being you had no choice, being away hurt even more - ever since they had chosen to freeze Bucky again you had been propelled at full force into a constant cycle of pain and destruction - Bucky was the love of your life, a love you would probably never see again.

“No problem, you’re always welcome. Stay for as long as you like!” T'Challa couldn’t help the sympathy that laced itself into his voice from showing, he always worried about how you were doing because it never seemed to be that you were doing okay.

As you watched T'Challa walk away, you suddenly forgot how to breathe. It always happened this way, every time you came here your body would undergo the same excruciating sequence. With every step closer to his body, your own grew colder than the ice that surrounded Bucky but your heart burned like fire as it pushed lava through your veins.

Steve had asked once to come with you. Personally, up until then, he’d always thought it was something you should do by yourself but once he was prompted by T'Challa of the fact that you had tried to use your skills as a pyrokinesis to melt the ice surrounding Bucky as well as nearly and unknowing setting aflame the whole city of Lagos - Steve thought it was time to intervene, time to help.

But, you didn’t want help. Not because you thought you didn’t need it, as you were well aware that you were spiralling out of control and therefore extremely dangerous, but because you were ignorant, selfish and madly in love with a man that had been snatched from your arms.

You and Bucky were the perfect team together, you kept each other sane. The presence of your smooth hair and soft skin at night kept Bucky’s nightmares at bay and, in the daytime, his electrifying eyes slowed the erratic beat of your heart. However, when Bucky was put in cryo, who was there to save you?

Your soul turned sour and your intentions were malicious, soon enough you were compromising missions and getting other people killed. You put your emotions and personal grudges before your vow to save the lives of the innocent and because of that, you had to go.

Soon enough you ended up taking a “vacation”, as Tony first called it, despite everyone knowing that it was because he had no idea how to deal with you anymore. No-one did.

You no longer were the Y/N they all knew and loved, you didn’t even know yourself anymore. So, your three-month vacation turned into a couple of years and you’d only recently returned to throw in the towel.

Pressing your trembling hands upon the glass that separated yourself from your lover, you let your tears run freely.

“Hey Bucky,” you whimpered, pausing slightly to wait for a reply you would never receive, “so I officially kicked myself off the team yesterday. I think they always knew if I ever came back it would be the last time they would see me but, none the less, hope radiated off their faces.”

Composing yourself you turned to knock on the door just as it flew open, taken back you quickly looked up and saw a security camera pointed straight in your direction. Of course, as soon as you entered the city, F.R.I.D.A.Y would follow your every step, she would know where you were heading before you even did yourself.

“Y/N?” A voice gasped. Looking into the doorway you saw tears already spewing from their eyes, a look of complete shock and confusion written upon their face as they battled between not touching you in case you disappeared and launching themselves on you in a hug.

“Hey Romanoff, looking good!” You chuckled, winking at her with your usual bubbly nature and, with that, she picked the latter, engulfing you in love, a feeling you hadn’t felt directed towards yourself in a long time.

“Y/N, you came at just the right time, everyone’s here and we were just making dinner, you can join us. Please sit next to me! I swear if Tony steals you away to show you his toys I will tackle him to the ground…” Standing there, watching her rant on about everything you missed, broke your heart into a million pieces and not wanting to forget the way it felt to have a best friend, you took everything in. The way sunlight made her auburn hair shine and her eyes sparkle, how her face constantly portrayed a look of control and reservation, she was sarcastic and, oh so, beautiful.

Breathing in her sexy aroma, shivers ran down your spine, it was something you had once been incredibly jealous of. Guys had always looked past you and straight to the beauty that now stood in front you, it had always made you upset until you met Bucky. Then, you were happy to have their eyes pass over you as you knew Bucky’s never would.

The rest of the evening was a blur as wide eyes and open arms greeted you - in an instant, everyone forgot the last couple of years and everything that caused the separation. No one asked questions, no one felt they needed to, you were back and you were safe - that was all that mattered.

“Steve was there, I don’t know why I was expecting him not to be or, maybe, I was just hoping that he wouldn’t be. Hoping that I wouldn’t have to put myself through the pain and realisation that I’d been forgiven by him but never by myself.”

The sound of Steve’s voice brought you back into reality as he stared in bewilderment at you from the other side of the room. With tears racing down his cheeks, he ran towards you, engulfed you in a hug and stifled your whimpers as you tried to apologise.

“The really fucked up thing is I want to go back. I want to watch shitty films on movie nights, I want to prank people with Peter, I want to paint my nails with Nat and I want to train with Steve. I want to hug him, I want to spend the rest of my days making it up to him and I want you to be there with me. I want to lie in your arms and kiss you good night-” By now, you weren’t technically even speaking English, it was more of a mixture between heart raking sobs and a few understandable syllables.

Taking a long, deep breath you composed yourself and continued.

“Tony gave me some gifts, I don’t think he could resist. They’re beautiful but dangerous, they remind me of you. Everything reminds me of you…”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y has been telling me all about your secret missions and I wanted to thank you by giving you a couple of ‘small’ gifts,” Tony said, with a smirk planted firmly on his face as he led you through the maze that was the Avengers main base.

“Tony,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, “you know I hate unnecessarily expensive presents.”

“Oh no, you’ll like these ones. Trust me!” Tony chuckled in return as he was reminded of all the times he tried to shower you in luxuries and all the times those luxuries were instantly returned back to the store.

You silently thanked Tony for respecting the fact you didn’t want to discuss the missions on which the gifts were to be used. You knew Tony often watched over you, your personal guardian angel, ready to call for backup if any was needed, hell, if you were in trouble he’d fly in there himself without a second thought. But he also knew the more personal side to the missions, every one directed at a Hydra base Bucky might have stayed in an effort to find information on how to reverse the curse Hydra had placed on him.

The next couple of hours were spent working with Tony as he modified the armour and weapons he had designed and made specifically for you. Each piece was as perfect as the other, you cringed at how long Tony must have worked on them for. Motivated by the hope that one day he would be able to give you them in person, that you would one day come back alive.

As if reading your mind, Tony let out a sob, a sob so full of pain and hurt it was like a million knives had been stabbed into your chest. Sitting down next to Tony you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn off the camera and joined in. It lasted for about half an hour; both of you clinging onto each other for dear life - Tony crying as he felt responsible for your departure and the imprisonment of Bucky, as you cried knowing eventually you’d have to leave all the happiness you’d felt the last couple of days behind you.

“Soon enough, my time was up and I said my last goodbyes. I was finally leaving for good.”

Taking a deep breath you knew it was time, you’d stayed for way too long already and if you stayed another day you felt like you would never leave.

It wasn’t fair to do that to the team, forcing them to constantly be on the edge of their seats, forcing them to constantly anticipate your departure. None of it was fair, you knew you hadn’t acted in the right way, turning up out of nowhere, interrupting the swing of things. You’d been selfish and you were about to be selfish again: break everyone’s heart another time.

“Vision,” you called out, “it’s time.”

Appearing from thin air, he entered the room with a solemn look on his face. “Y/N, I urge you to think about this, there must be another way, the only thing everyone wants is for you to be happy and safe. Your best chances to be those two things are here with us.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” You shouted, instantly sighing at the fact you’d accidentally and unnecessarily raised your voice, directing your anger at the one person who deserved it the least. Lowering it to almost a whisper, you looked down at your feet. “Vision, please ask everyone to meet in the common room in half an hour and, please, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Once all your bags had been packed and gifts collected, you headed to your doom. Walking into the doors you found everyone gathered round the table; Sam and Nat were laughing with Cap about something or, more likely, laughing at Cap about something, Vision and Wanda sat together talking in hushed voices and Hawkeye joined Banner in a conversation about something way too complicated for this time in the morning. Searching for Tony, a hand enclosed around yours, giving it a squeeze. “You don’t have to do this, we can work something out,” Tony pleaded, without even looking, you could sense the tears building in his eyes.

Encapsulating him in a hug, you whispered in his ear, “Don’t lie to yourself, Tony. We both know I have no other choice.”

Silence fell as people noticed your presence and tension filled the air. Giving you one last squeeze, Tony kissed your cheek. “You always have a choice.”

“I hate it all so much because I want to go home but even more than that, I need you Bucky, I need you to come back to me,” With that, you finally, utterly and completely fell apart.



Moments later, arms wrapped around your figure - one inhumanly stronger than the other.

“Let’s go home, doll.”



A/N: Dun! Dun! DUNNNNNNN! Constructive crititism is appreciated!

Cup of Coffee

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1,321~

A/N: I’ve never experienced anything like this first-hand, so hopefully I did the scenario justice. Let me know if you liked it!

RequestHello! I heard you need some Sam requests and I’m a huge! Sam!girl. I was thinking, what if the reader and Sam go on a case somewhere and there happens to be a major earthquake and the reader gets hurt…? Btw I love your blog! 😘😍

The waitress walked over with her pen already pressed to her pad.

“Just so y’all know,” she started to speak in a bubbly voice, “we close in an hour.”

You nodded, beginning to notice how the diner was mostly empty except for the three of you and the staff. While she took your orders, you slid off your sweatshirt and rolled it up, placing it on the other half of the booth seat.

Freshly showered post-hunt, the three of you decided to grab some dessert before hitting the road in the morning. You watched as Dean picked at the disposable jelly container, no doubt ready to stick his finger in it and eat it plain, while Sam busied himself with unwrapping the napkin around the utensils. You noticed how his hair was still damp.

“How’s that cut doing?” Sam asked suddenly, ripping your from your thoughts. You looked down at your arm and peeled back the bandage a bit.

“Not too bad.” You stated as you stared at the dried blood around it, “Thanks to your stitching skills.” His lips turned up at the edges just as the waitress came over with a platter of five plates.

“What did you order?” You looked at Dean as she set down three plates in front of him.

He shoved his fork into a slice of pie, “All three kinds.” He smiled down at his food and began to shovel it into his mouth. Rolling your eyes at him, you reached for the mug of coffee and took a slow sip of it.

“Mm,” You savored the taste of it, “This has got to be the best coffee I’ve ever had.”

Sam raised a brow at you, “Better than Jones’s?”

Just the mention of that coffee houses’ name sent your mind spiraling as memories of what could have been penetrated your mind.

Sam’s smiling face as he laughed with his hand gripping your thigh. You were hardly able to breathe from his story, laughing alongside him while pressing your forehead to his shoulder as laughter bubbled out from your throat. The coffee you both ordered had long since been finished, and the waitress came over with a fresh pot, smiling at the two of you enjoying yourselves. You remember the feeling of his nose brushing against yours as you raised your head, accidentally brushing your face against his as you did.

“Nothing was better than Jones’s.” You stated, keeping your eyes trained on his. Dean looked between the two of you, his lips parting as if to ask a question when his arm jolted along with practically everything else in the diner.

“What the fuck was that?” You shouted as your mug went spilling across the floor. Pieces of the porcelain shook against the tiles, and you watched as the waitress who served you began to panic.

Before anyone could say anything else, the floor shook violently beneath your feet and Sam tried to reach out to grab you.

The windows shattered as ceiling tiles made their way to the floor with a crash.

“Go to the door!” You heard Sam shout.

The chairs you were just seated in fell to the ground and you dropped to the floor, dodging a large metal tube dropping from the ceiling.

“Fuck.” You hardly said and raised your head to try and find Sam. You began to crawl towards the door when a table fell over you.

Screaming from the other side of the building filled your ears and it was impossible to concentrate on getting out.

“Sam!” You shouted. You gripped the edges of the table as tightly as you could and began heaving it off of you when another jolt hit the ground and your body was tossed against the wall; your head hit the wall and blinding pain traveled from that point to the rest of your head.

You groaned from pain, trying your best to push yourself back onto your feet, but the table wasn’t moving.

Messily, you moved your hair away from your face and put all your effort into breathing with the weight of the table still digging into your side. The back of your head burned and you pressed your fingers to it, drawing back blood. Darkness began to creep into the corners of your eyes and you knew what was coming next. Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut.

When you finally came too, all you heard were sirens and an immense amount of shouting.

“Careful!” You heard a familiar voice. You opened your eyes and saw two strangers hovering above you, fastening you into a gurney.

You tried to lift your head when you were pushed back down.

“Hey!” Sam shouted at the paramedics as they handled you.

“Sam.” You whispered.

“Everything’s alright.” You felt his hand slip into yours and you squeezed tight.

“Are you?” You asked before being lifted into the back of an ambulance. He hopped in behind you without asking them and squeezed himself onto the bench. His knees were pressed against the metal of your bed.

“Yeah.”

“Dean?” You asked, “Is he-”

“He was already taken to the hospital, he got hit real bad.” He said, eyes dropping to the floor.

You tried to swallow but your throat was to dry and you winced.

“How are you,” you paused and turned as much as you could to look at him, “OK?”

He gripped your hand tightly, more than you’d like, but you didn’t say anything.

“When the quake hit, I tried getting to you but we were separated by an entire booth that crashed to the floor. I got under the back of it, and it took all the blows for me.” He explained.

You tried to nod but one of the EMT’s was holding your head in place. Sam noticed the blood caking on the pillow beneath you.

“You’re bleeding.” You said, staring up at his forehead.

“Not as much as you.” He said.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. You listened as the medic’s spoke to each other, but nothing processed. By the time you arrived to the hospital, your eyes fell shut again.

Sam situated himself outside of your room after he had checked on Dean. It felt like days, but within an two hours, he was allowed back into your room.

“She has mild head trauma, but it’ll heal.” The doctor spoke to Sam, who’s eyes were glued on your figure in the bed. “She also had stitches down on her thigh where what looks like glass had cut her. She may develop bruising as well around her ribcage where the paramedics reported a table had pinned her down.”

Sam inhaled sharply nodded, taking the bottle of pills the doctor prescribed for your pain. “Thanks.”

The doctor nodded and ducked out of the room. Sam watched the heart monitor beep, finding solace in the constant noise.

“Hey.” He whispered once you opened your eyes, and you smiled.

“How’s Dean?” You asked.

“He’s good. He’s got some cuts, but that’s about it.”

You nodded and began to sit up. Sam quickly grabbed another pillow and shoved it behind your back. You looked down at the blanket and began lifting it up.

“Jeez.” You looked at the cut running down your thigh. “You could stitch it better than this.” You cracked a smile and Sam responded with a laugh.

“How’s your head?” He asked.

“I’m fine, Sam. Promise.” You said and he clenched his jaw. “Seriously, relax.”

He sighed and continued to look at you.

“What?” You asked.

“You scared me.” He stated slowly.

You reached for his hand and laced your fingers with his. He bent down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Wisps of his hair tickled your neck and you smiled.

You tugged on his sleeve and pulled him back down, meeting his lips with your own. His hand found your jaw and he cupped your face gently.

“Now can we please,” You begged against his lips, “get a fresh cup of coffee?”

He laughed, “Anything you want.” 

Some things never change...

Request: A quote request for Sirius and reader! - “I almost forgot that you did that.” “Well, some things never change.”

A/N: Hello my loves! This is my second to last request, and I should be able to post the final one tomorrow, and the first part of my fic the following day (but I will be making another, more detailed post about it tomorrow). This also means I will be opening requests back up soon, probably the first week of April as that’s when I’ve finished both, mock exams and prom (again, a more detailed post coming soon). Thank you very much for bearing with me, I have so much love for you all! xoxo

Chatter fills the corridor in front of the Great Hall, nervousness clinging to each word that sounds through the air. The few minutes left until the beginning of the N.E.W.T. exam are brimming with the rushed reading of notes and hasty exchanges of questions and anxious answers.

In the crowd, Y/N spots Sirius Black, his slim frame leaning against a marbled wall, dark hair falling over the defined edges of his jaw. She expects to see the same frenzied expression on his face that seems to stick to all the others surrounding her, but a flip of black hair reveals a dazzling smile, filled with an unexpected confidence.

“You don’t look nervous,” she states, her brows knotting into a confused frown as she tilts her head to the side.

“That’s because I’m not,” his grin widens with his response.

“You do know what’s happening here in like 5 minutes, right?”

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