that he had to break into his own sentence

Katie’s Graduation Present

Katie’s Graduation Present | Phil Lester has missed the majority of his daughter’s high school years because he’s spent the last four years in the military. When Dan finds out he’s going to miss her graduation, too, he throws a fit, and doesn’t even say “I love you,” before hanging up on him. So who’s the military guy in blue at the bottom of the bleachers? | Phan | Teen and Up | Reunion fic, light angst, happy ending, Parent phan | 1,849 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

I may have spent a good portion of the morning watching military reunion videos and I cried so hard I wrote a fic with my tears.

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♥ DEADPOOL SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… me! ❜
  • ❛ I had another Liam Neeson nightmare. I kidnapped his daughter and he just wasn’t having it. ❜
  • ❛ You’re probably thinking, “Whose balls did I have to fondle to get my very own movie”? ❜
  • ❛ You guys going for a bite? Early bird special? ❜
  • ❛ Fuck, you’re old. ❜
  • ❛ Fake laugh. Hiding real pain. Go get Silver Balls. ❜
  • ❛ What the shit? That’s the coolest name ever! ❜
  • ❛ Now, I’m about to do to you what Limp Bizkit did to music in the late 90s. ❜
  • ❛ A fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break? That’s like, sixteen walls. ❜
  • ❛ My boyfriend said this was a superhero movie but that guy in the suit just turned that other guy into a fucking kabab! ❜
  • ❛ Well, I may be super, but I’m no hero. ❜
  • ❛ But some of the best love stories start with a murder. ❜
  • ❛ Looks aren’t everything. ❜
  • ❛ Hashtag drive-by. ❜
  • ❛ Ugh, stupid, stupid. Worth it! ❜
  • ❛ That’s right! You’re about to be killed by a zamboni! ❜
  • ❛ Tell me where your fucking boss is or you’re going to die! In five minutes! ❜
  • ❛ I should’ve come and found you sooner, but the guy under this mask, he ain’t the same one that you remember. ❜
  • ❛ After a brief adjustment period and a bunch of drinks, it’s a face… I’d be happy to sit on. ❜
  • ❛ Time to make the chimi-fuckin’-changas. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I so pity the dude who pressures her into prom sex. ❜
  • ❛ Whatever they did to me made me totally indestructible… and completely unfuckable. ❜
  • ❛ Star in your own horror films. Because you look like Freddy Krueger face-fucked a topographical map of Utah. ❜
  • ❛ Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief commercial-like breaks of happiness. ❜
  • ❛ Finish fucking her the fuck up. ❜
  • ❛ Suck a cock. ❜
  • ❛ This guy’s got the right idea. he wore the brown pants. ❜
  • ❛ I’d go with you, but… I don’t want to. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve never said this to anyone before, but don’t swallow! ❜
  • ❛ Your right leg is Thanksgiving and your left leg is Christmas. Can I come and visit you between the holidays? ❜
  • ❛ Maximum effort. ❜
  • ❛ I didn’t just get the cure to el cancer, I got the cure to el everything. ❜
  • ❛ Ahhhh. I’m touching myself tonight. ❜
  • ❛ Ahhh! Your poor wife! ❜
  • ❛ Wanna get fucked up? ❜
  • ❛ Daddy needs to express some rage. ❜
  • ❛ Shit. Did I leave the stove on? ❜
  • ❛ Well I hate to break it to you, but your forty-eight minutes are up. ❜
  • ❛ Right up Main Street. ❜
  • ❛ Have you decided what you’re gonna say to her? ❜
  • ❛ I bet it’s going to feel really big in that hand later… ❜
  • ❛ This is a shameful and reckless use of your powers. ❜
  • ❛ Why such a douche this morning? ❜
  • ❛ Have you seen this man? ❜

Dean goes first. It’s their anniversary, and even if his angel husband keeps trying to tell them that the gift-giving portion of the evening isn’t a competition, Dean knows it’s just because Cas always wins. As thoughtful as Dean tries to be, Cas knows what the ex-hunter will love, even if he doesn’t know it himself.

Dean thumbs Cas’s gift inside his pocket. He didn’t bother to wrap it, but he hoped Cas would appreciate it, anyway. Angels, let alone husbands, could be extremely difficult to shop for, and this gift… well, it was a bit of a risk. But, they’d both agreed not to spend money this year, so maybe it would level the playing field a little. Maybe…

So, Dean feels relieved when dinner is over and they are finally relaxed, cuddling on the couch, his Led Zeppelin mix tape playing in the background. At least he’d gotten that one right…

Dean’s clears his throat, looking at his handsome husband, blue eyes crinkled at the sides with the start of a smile.

“Cas,” he says, getting lost for a second, then, reaching in his pocket, he pulls out the small object.

“I didn’t wrap it,” Dean says, unable to look at Cas, though his cheeks are heating up, because, even after five years of marriage, sentimentality still makes him want to polish his guns for an hour. Even if he secretly loves these moments more than anything else.  

So, unceremoniously, Dean sets the gift on the table in front of Cas, licking his lips in anticipation. And, he’s watching Cas’s face like a car crash waiting to happen, his heart thumping to the rhythm of: “you should have gotten a better gift, now I’m going to pump every vein in your body with anxiety.”

Cas leans forward. His mouth falls open, and there’s a look in his eyes. It’s brief, but Dean knows. He knows he got the right gift. And Cas is smirking. He picks up the key, shakes his head, then full-on-laughs.

“Only took you five years to give me my own set,” said Cas. Then, he reaches over and kisses Dean deeply, nearly knocking him off the couch.

Dean smiles, looking at Cas’s face, wondering why he didn’t do this sooner, because he thought he’d never been happier than at this very moment. And he can see what it means to Cas. Cas catches him staring, and Dean clears his throat.

“No taking her on gravelly roads,” the ex-hunter says gruffly. “And keep her tank above half.”

Cas smiles again at the key to the impala:

“Thanks, baby. It’s perfect.”

Dean leans back, putting both his hands behind his head in satisfaction: “So,” he says, “I won the anniversary, huh?”

But Cas is smiling mischievously as he pulls out his gift, which is wrapped ornately with an obnoxious bow on top. And Cas is smiling proudly as he places it on Dean’s lap.

Dean sees how excited the angel is to have him open the gift. The ex-hunter looks at the key to the impala on the table, biting his lip, then at Cas again.

“Damn,” he says. He hasn’t even opened the gift, and already he can tell, he’s lost.

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Club Brawls // KJ Apa

Can you do a KJ imagine where you go to a bar, and then he goes to the toilet and some guy keeps making really inappropriate comments and tries to take the reader outside to his car but then KJ comes back a gets into a fight and then the reader cleans him up afterwards, love the writing! X

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Fighting.                        

Word Count: 1,001w.

Characters: KJ Apa, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Lili Reinhart, Cole Sprouse,

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The music made your heart thump and the adrenaline rush through your system. Your boyfriend, KJ, had been invited to the opening of a new nightclub in New Zealand. “I’m going to show you how my family parties.” He had told you while you were driving to the club, his hand on your knee.

Now his arm was around your waist and he made sure he had a grip on his lover. He had made it very clear that you were not to make out with anyone but him. (He had only said that because he had caught you making out with Camila, Madelaine and Lili a few times while you were drunk with them). But now, it was just you two in the crowd of the New Zealander nightlife. He pulled you through the crowd, heading right towards the bar and ordering you both a Jack and Coke. Since this was a grand opening, and KJ was invited, he had free drinks (thanks to the owner) throughout the night, so you both were quite glad, because it’s not a thing you’d like to waste your money on.

Three drinks later, you were sitting on the bar stool and KJ had his hands on your thighs, gripping them as he leant in to kiss you. “How are you liking tonight, Bub?” KJ asked, letting go of your thighs so he could grab his drink and take a sip before sliding it closer to you and smiling at you. “I’ll be back, just need to hit the loo.” He kissed your cheek, turning around and disappearing into the crowd. You pulled your phone out of your clutch, unlocking it and scrolling through Instagram, keeping an eye on the drinks by your side every now and then, also.

“Well, you’re a very pretty lady, aren’t you?” You heard a deep American voice, making you furrow your eyebrows. You looked up, seeing a tanned, black haired male with an eyebrow piercing and a few tattoos littering his neck and arms. You smiled, just to be polite and sat up a bit straighter, taking a deep breath. “You here alone?” He asked, making you shake your head in response.

“I’m here with-“ You got cut off by the male, making you frown.

I’m here with my boyfriend. My friends are just in the bathroom and I’m watching their drinks. Darling, I know the excuses and I know that you’re definitely not taken. So, why don’t you come with me outside, to my car and we can go from there.” He had grabbed your arm, a tight grip that was surely to leave a red mark. You swallowed the lump in your throat, hopping down from the stool.

“Okay, what the actual fuck!” You heard KJ’s voice, his hand landing on the male’s shoulder, bringing him around and facing him. Your arm was dropped and your heart started beating faster. KJ was much smaller than the male that was about to drag you outside, and that made you worry. “You do not, and never will touch my girlfriend ever again! Got it!?” KJ’s voice had become a bit deeper, (something that happened when he was mad), and his hands were balling into fists at his side.

“Oh, come on buddy, you scared that she was actually about to ditch you for me?” He laughed, making KJ’s breathing become quicker, and the vein in his neck was starting to appear.

“Mate, you might want to fuck off.” KJ was pushed at the shoulders after he said his sentence, causing the fake redhead to retaliate, pushing back, resulting in the two males throwing fists and yelling profanities. By now, the whole club was trying to break the two males apart, the owner had rushed out of his position behind the bar.

KJ had just received a blow to his face, causing his lip to split and start bleeding. The owner had pulled KJ away from the burlier male, both of their faces red and their knuckles covered in each other’s and their own blood. Grabbing your clutch, your hand landed on KJ’s shoulder, apologising to the owner of the bar and telling him you’d be in touch about the whole incident. “Come on, you. I’m taking you back to the apartment…” You said, leading him towards the car and making him get in the passenger seat. You took the keys from him, getting into the driver’s seat and putting the address into the GPS.

“I’m not going to lecture you about this whole situation, because I am most definitely not your mother. I’m definitely not disappointed in you because you were just protecting me from a situation I couldn’t get out of and I’m grateful for that.” You turned the corner and then looked at KJ, who was staring out of the window, his breathing starting to even out.

“I love you.” KJ looked at you, smiling softly.

“I love you too.” You replied, looking back at the road.

“Sit still!” You exclaimed, trying to hold the saline covered tissue to his split lip, but you were just met with sounds of discomfort and tears in his eyes. “Please, KJ.”

He took a deep breath, grabbing your free hand and squeezing it. “I’m sorry…” He looked into your eyes, making you shake your head and smile. “You’re okay, my darling.” You responded, leaning in to kiss his cheek and continue blotting at the areas on his skin he had wounded.

“Now please, don’t get into any more fights, please. I’m not really up to seeing you coming home one night and like, collapsing at my feet. You know?” You sighed, brushing his hair from his face and smiling softly.

“I’ll try, baby. It’s a little hard when all I want to do is protect you. Oh, and Cole. Gotta protect Cole.” He grinned, but winced right after since he forgot about his lip.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “And this is why I love you.”

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The Untimely Death of an Innocent Husband

It was the 12th of September, 1994, when a man living in the Timber Creek condominiums in West Dover, Vermont, heard a loud banging at his door. When he opened it, he was met by 32-year-old NASA contract engineer, John Grega. John, who exclaimed that he needed to ring 911 after finding his wife, Christine, murdered in the bathtub. John, Christine, and their 2-year-old son had been vacationing in Vermont and had rented a condominium next door. The family were from Long Island, New York. John told police that he had taken his son to a theme park before taking him to the play park. When he arrived back to the condominium, he said he then discovered his wife’s slain body. An autopsy determined that Christine had been raped and then strangled to death.

Three months following the murder, John was arrested and charged with his wife’s murder. John denied any involvement in the shocking murder but police claimed the couple had been having marital issues and went on vacation as a make or break ultimatum. He was scheduled to receive $25,000 in life insurance proceeds from his wife’s death. During his trial, there was no physical evidence again him and the prosecution mounted a circumstantial case. Nevertheless, John was found guilty of Christine’s murder and was sentenced to life imprisonment. As John languished in Southern State Correctional Facility, he continued to maintain his innocence. While there, he worked as the librarian at the prison’s legal library and aided other inmates with their legal work, while fighting to throw out his own conviction. In 2012, his attorneys requested that evidence collected at the crime scene, including bodily fluids swabbed from Christine’s body, be retested. When the DNA results came back, it was found to not match John’s - the semen found inside Christine did not belong to John.

Later on in the year, the prosecution dismissed all charges against John and he was released. In 2014, he filed a federal lawsuit against the city of Dover and announced he was seeking compensation or his wrongful conviction. However, he never received that compensation. Tragically, in 2015, John died in a tragic accident in New York.

Cullen Rutherford

I realize this won’t amount to anything for those who believe Cullen has had 0 character development and is a mage hater with no redemption and should be killed with the other Templars BUT I want to say my piece so here it goes.

 In Fereldan little baby Templar Cullen of about 18 years old. Had wanted to be a Templar for as long as he could remember. He wanted to be a Templar to HELP people. Not just to protect people from mages, but to help mages in any way he could and he THOUGHT he could do that as a Templar. He didn’t even consider that he was meant to protect the world from mages. Before Uldred came back from Ostagar and started his rebellion of the Circle Cullen was kinder to the mages than the other Templars, he says in the prison that he thought Gregoir was too hard on the mages. Only AFTER Uldred used demons and abominations on him and the other Templars did this change. As a matter of fact after The Broken Circle Quest it’s apparent that Cullen feels guilty for not having died with the rest of the Templars. “I wish I had gone with them…to fight” that break in that sentence is telling.

 So after being tortured by mages, demons and abominations Cullen gets a very small vacation, this is mentioned in overheard conversations within the tower later on, Cullen goes to Kirkwall, where Knight-Commander Meredith’s own personal experience with her own sister as a mage caused her hate of mages to bloom in herself. Feeding his pain and fear of mages to a futher extreme. He has now moved to a city which itself has always had major turmoil and with the codex found while in the Vimmark Mountains during the Legacy DLC we know that it’s pretty much assumed that Red Lyrium has been in the mountains surrounding Kirkwall for decades and MAY be the cause of the chaos that Kirkwall has always endured, but while Cullen was there, there were LOTS of blood mages and a lot of evil happening. Cullen even admits that some of the ideas of his fellow Templars are completely uncalled for. Sometime within the time of Dragon Age 2 Cullen’s ideas and thoughts about mages begins to change. If you side with the Templars he refuses to Annul the Circle, stating that as bad as Kinloch was even they didn’t annul the circle of ALL the mages. If you side with the mages he stops then as well and refuses to kill Hawke.

 By Dragon Age Inquisition Cullen now is guilt ridden with his choices and behavior after the Broken Circle of DAO. He seems to not forgive himself and it takes a lot for him to get to that point. He’s now forsaken the very ideals of the Chantry that he for years had upheld because the way they see mages isn’t right. He’s still getting over his fear of mages but his hatred has long expired. He’s sad, he’s suffered unspeakable horrors over and over again AND he’s chosen to stop taking Lyrium because it’s another leash the Chantry holds him with. 

Even if I didn’t absolutely LOVE Cullen’s personality and how he was written, there is ABSOLUTELY no way he hasn’t had any character development throughout the Dragon Age Series. He went from sweet, kind, timid little boy, to a man filled with fear and hate, to a man full of sorrow, regret and despair before finally getting at least to a point where he could live with himself for the first time in what 9 years? Since leaving Kirkwall with Cassandra. A man doesn’t leave everything he knows to fix a broken world and still have the rage and hate and fear that some people think he still has by DAI. It’s not possible, he’s not against mages, he’s come very far from that 18 year old screaming “Kill them all for what they’ve done” to the man who says “The way I treated mages, it was unworthy of me”.

That’s all I have to say. If you want to get ugly and nasty about this you can just go ahead and skip right over my post…move on. We don’t have to agree but other people also don’t have to be nasty when they don’t.

Writing Tips Part 1: Dialogue

I got this ask and decided that I’d make a whole post dedicated to writing tips, mostly focused on grammatical stuff. I read a lot of fics with a LOT of potential, but often times are bogged down by errors with grammar and punctuation. So, without further ado, the basics of writing in several parts.

Part One: Dialogue

Okay, one thing I notice quite a lot in fanfiction is writers not really knowing how to handle dialogue, which is understandable, it can be very tricky! An important thing to remember is that when people talk, often times they can stutter, or have to repeat themselves. Sometimes, it makes more sense for someone to express themself through a motion or a gesture, such as nodding their head. Think about how your character feels when they say something. Are they someone who stutters when excited? Do they speak softly, so that they might have to repeat themself? 

Another thing I notice is writers ending dialogue within a sentence with a period. This is not correct!

Incorrect:

“I don’t see why that matters.” He said, giving her a confused look.

Correct:

“I don’t see why that matters,” he said, giving her a confused look.

End dialogue with a comma when it connects to the rest of a sentence or a speaking action. And remember, don’t capitalize the pronoun that follows that dialogue, unless it’s a proper noun! 

But, you may end a piece of dialogue with a period if it is NOT followed by a speaking action.

Example:

“I don’t see why that matters.” He looked over at her, confusion evident on his features.

Remember not to use said too many times, as it can make your dialogue exchanges sound clunky. When you’re looking for a speaking word to use, consider the context of the dialogue. What tone is your speaker using? Are they speaking quietly? Are they angry, happy, excited, etc.? 

Something else to keep in mind is that when someone new is speaking, you should always make a new paragraph for the new speaker, or else your reader might get a bit confused.

Incorrect:

“I don’t see why that matters,” Millard said, giving her a confused look. “It matters because I said it does,” Violet snapped impatiently, rolling her eyes at him.

Correct:

“I don’t see why that matters,” Millard said, giving her a confused look. 

“It matters because I said it does,” Violet snapped impatiently, rolling her eyes at him.

This rule also applies to actions!

Incorrect:

He threw his hands up at her hostility, clicking his tongue. She glared at him and crossed her arms.

Correct:

He threw his hands up at her hostility, clicking his tongue.

She glared at him and crossed her arms.

If you stay on the same character, however, you should stay in the same paragraph! Basically, whoever starts your sentence with their action ‘owns’ that sentence.

Example:

He threw his hands up at her hostility, clicking his tongue. He sighed as she glared at him and crossed her arms. 

If you want to break a piece of dialogue, this is how it would look:

“Well,” Millard began, sighing deeply, “that was quite the experience.”

When you do that, keep in mind to place your break where someone would pause naturally! If you’re not sure, think about where a comma might belong in that sentence.

Incorrect:

“If you,” Violet shot back, “had actually been paying attention, it wouldn’t have been such a big deal.”

Correct:

“If you had been actually paying attention,” Violet shot back, “it wouldn’t have been such a big deal.”

One last thing, is that actions really shouldn’t flow into dialogue. It reads awkwardly and doesn’t make any grammatical sense.

Incorrect:

Millard set the book down on the table with a dull thud, “That was quite an enjoyable read.”

Correct:

Millard set the book down on the table with a dull thud. “That was quite an enjoyable read.”

It helps to read your dialogue aloud, just to see if it sounds natural! Sometimes we miss things, and reading out loud can help you catch some of these mistakes! Hopefully this has been helpful! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

Rebound; you’re not the one

Originally posted by darlinglion

The absolute worst thing about being the rebound is when you found out that you are indeed the rebound.

It was the bitter truth that you had to swallow and the fucked up part is; you were willing to be it. You weren’t quite certain if he knows you were just a rebound because man can be so fucking ignorant at times, to their own feelings and for the most part to their significant others. Should it affect you? That you’re the rebound. You didn’t know how to react to this new piece of information. It wasn’t like there was a guidebook with a full sets of instructions you could follow.

You just had to swallow it and hope that he didn’t know.

That was until you found out his ex-girlfriend wanted him back.

“How did you know?” your voice laced with disbelief trying to fake ignorance when your all your heart could do was clenched and held in the pain. You could see Jaebum’s lower lips jutted out as he shrugged, the simple movement of his shoulder driving you crazy because how could he act like this after he drop a fucking bomb at you. “I heard it from Pumkin.” He continued and that uncertainty drove your heart faster.

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Close Future - Avengers x Reader

PART 1 out of (?)

Summary: You were in a special task unit with Sam during your time in the military. What he never knew was that you had the ability to see into the near future. Now that you’ve revealed your secret to him, things become more complicated than you would have liked.

Warnings: Mention of death, scars.

Words: 2 996

A/N: This is part 1 of this little story and oh boy is part 2 good, mm hmm… If you would like a part 2 of 1769, please tell me!

SEND REQUESTS

Originally posted by 30000fps


She looked down at her body which was stripped down to black briefs and a sports bra, electrodes dotting her revealed skin. Bruce was behind her and placed more electrodes to her back whilst continuously looking over to her vitals displayed on a projected screen.

“So, you and Sam have known each other for how long?” He asked upon recalling the brief introduction of her he had gotten earlier.

“Five years.” She stated, following Bruce with her eyes as he walked around her. Tony stood further away and observed in silence, concentrated, interested.

“And you never told him about… This?” It was in Bruce’s nature to be hesitant. He glanced back to the girl who had remained a flawless posture since the second she entered the Tower. It was almost humorously obvious how she had military background.

“It’s not exactly something you just tell people.” She commented, which was a fair point. When Bruce was approached by Sam, which was odd enough alone, it came as a bit of a surprise when Sam explained he had a friend from the military who had just revealed to him that she was a bit more than what met the eye.

“I guess that’s true.” He pursed his lips into an awkward smile, continuing to prepare for the tests she had agreed to take part in.

When she was in the military, she had been one of the best soldiers on the field in history of her division. It didn’t take long until she was picked out of the common men and put in a group of superiors where divisions merged, the best of the best coming together to form a team of elites. She was one of them, and her supreme skill was unexplainable. Others within the squad had gone through extreme training, had advanced gear, but she was just a girl who never made mistakes.

“No, I haven’t.” She turned towards Tony who had his eyes narrowed and glued to hers. Bruce looked between them, lost.

“What?” He looked away from her vitals and lowered the portable, glass, screen in his hand.

“Tony was just about to ask me if I’ve had this ability my entire life, and the answer is no.” She said as if it would make things any clearer. “It first began after I nearly died during a rescue mission in Afghanistan, 7 years ago. We were a group of six men, rescuing two agents under cover who had been taken hostage. We were in unknown territory, walking in a line formation, when the man in the front steps on an unactivated missile. All of them die, except me… I wake up in a small village where the locals had taken care of me as well as they could…”

“That’s where the scars are from?” Tony questioned, looking down at the dozens of scars which mapped her body, none of them being longer than a finger yet they looked brutal nonetheless.

She nodded. “Let’s just say they didn’t have any doctor degree, but they did what they could, and I have my life because of that.” She too looked down at the crooked scars which clearly hadn’t been stitched up by someone with skill.

“So it began after that?” Bruce was amazed by the story and listened to every word. She stood still for a moment, her focus in her own mind as she knew Steve and Sam would enter soon.

“Yes. After I was able to walk again and could contact my superiors, I returned to base and was on leave for a month before returning again. That’s when they began to notice how good I was, of course. After another month I joined the special task force.” She looked up a second before Sam and Steve opened the door to Bruce’s lab. Sam met her eyes for a split second but then broke contact. Ever since she told him about what she could do, he had given her the cold shoulder. Despite that, he had still talked to Bruce and his other friends so that she could receive the help and support she needed and to put her abilities to good use.

“Hi.” She said, hoping Sam would answer. Instead he nodded, still not marking eye contact and remaining silent.

“Eh… Are you ready?” Bruce tried to break the tension. “We’re all set up.”

She nodded again. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just do your thing, continuously, preferably.” He stumbled on his own tongue-twister like sentence before shaking his head clear, turning to look at her vitals measured by the electrodes on her body. Tony took a few steps closer and instead of looking at the numbers on the screen, he watched as her eyes were filled with strange, moving lights and as her look became empty, as if she no longer was watching the world around her, which could be true for all he knew.

“Open the door for Peter.” She stated, subtly glowing eyes still staring blankly before her. “He has his hands full.”

Steve was the only one who reacted and turned around, opening the glass door when Peter suddenly appeared in the hallway outside, carrying two big boxes of files which Tony had requested earlier.

“Oh, thanks Steve- woah…” Peter turned from Steve to Y/N, seeing her scarred body unique eyes which he had not expected her to have when seeing her pass him by that morning. He put the boxes down and joined the others in observing few young woman. He didn’t know if it was rude to stare at her scars, but looking her in the eye at that moment felt equally as rude.

“This is… Unbelievable.” Bruce stated after a while of watching the tablet in his hand. “Her brain activity has gone far beyond what should be humanly possible.”

“What is she doing?” Peter was completely lost. He had understood there was something big going on when Y/N came into the tower and everyone around seemed to put their focus on her. He didn’t know if he was authorized for the information, but seeing as Steve had literally opened the door for him into the room where she stood with her eerie scars, he could only assume that he was allowed to know what was going on.

“Seeing the future.” She said like it was the most normal thing in the world. Peter looked between Steve and Tony before Bruce and Sam.

“What?” He questioned, rolling his lips in between his teeth and raising his eyebrows.

“Y/N has the ability to see the near future.” Tony explained briefly before she decided to explain more clearly herself.

“It doesn’t go very far. About thirty minutes ahead has been my record, and I can only see the future that’s around me, but it helps out a lot more than one might think… Like how I know those boxes are going to fall in three seconds.”

Peter spun his head around and grabbed the boxes just as they began tilting over the edge of the counter he had put them on. He remained balancing them on the edge, lips parted. Not a single word came to mind when he felt as if he should say something. He was truly speechless.

“Or that Tony will be notified that a certain Mr. Lang has arrived right after I say this-”

Sir? Mr. Lang has just arrived. Should I tell him to come up?” Friday’s voice came through the speaker above them in the ceiling. Everyone turned to look towards it with amazement.

“Yes.” Tony said, amazed by how she knew what she did but not liking the uneasy feeling it caused him.

“That’s sick!” Peter let out a sharp breath which could almost be taken for a laugh. “I mean, how cool is it that you can see the future?”

She was silent for a few moments before a subtle smile crept up on her face. “Pretty cool.” She agreed.

“Okay, that’s alright. You can pause.” Bruce let her know and her eyes gradually seemed to turn back to reality. She looked around her and blinked a few times. Bruce, still hesitant, hopened and closed his mouth before being able to get the words out. “What does it look like? When you see the future?”

She stayed quiet for a moment, thinking of a good way to describe the unexplainable phenomenon that was her powers. “It’s kind of like I’m watching a movie at ten times the speed but I still manage to capture every scene, every detail. I both see and hear “the movie” whilst I also see and hear the present… I feel like I’m not making a lot of sense, but I can’t really put it into words.“

“Seeing as I have no way of telling how this is physically possible, I’m not gonna complain about you having to explain it.” Bruce admitted, looking down on the tablet for a few moments and tapping a few buttons. He then slid his finger from it towards her vitals. Two pictures took place on the wide screen from the MRI the electrodes across her forehead had taken. “This one is before you started and this one is after.”

He pointed towards both pictures. The first one was just a picture of her brain, a faint glow to it but nothing else. The second one was lit up like a damn star, glowing vividly and surprising even herself as she had no clue her brain activity was altered when she looked into the future.

“Is that her brain activity?” Steve, who wasn’t very cunning about everything science, asked to make sure and got a nod from Banner in response.

Sam was still silently watching her. All those missions they had been on, all those people that had died, she had seen them. She could have saved those people but she hadn’t. Members of their squad had died on the field, and Y/N had been right beside them. How could she not have done something about that? How could she have let those people die?

He was done. Sam turned around and walked through the room. She had already seen that he was about to and had begun tearing off the electrode-stickers off of her. “Sam?” She called out as he exited the room. “Sam wait!”

She snatched her shirt from a nearby table but didn’t have the time for her pants. She pulled the shirt on whilst jogging after him. She knew they would fight, knew what he would tell her, and simply braced herself for the inevitable.

“Sam, please…” She begged a final time before he stopped, standing in the middle of the hallway and breathing heavily from anger.

“You let them die!” He called out, turning around to face her. “Good men- Our men! They died a few feet away from you and you didn’t do jack-shit…”

“I saved them more times than you’ll ever realize but I couldn’t save all of you at once, continuously for all of our missions. How would it look if I pushed them out of every bullet? People would suspect something.”

“They’d be alive!” He raised his voice even further. Bruce, Tony, Steve and Peter tried to ignore the fight but could hear every word they exchanged. Slowly, they began to exit the lab to the hallway and kept distance from the two as they continued to argue. “I would still have my friends by my side!”

She snapped.

“And if I would have had these powers a little earlier, my friends would also be alive!” Her face grew red in rage. “If you cared for them so much you should have been on the ground with us to save them yourself…”

Sam tightened his fist and aimed for her face, but of course she dodged his hit. He tried again but she avoided that one too, and the next one, and the next and the one after that. Sam began to grow tired and his heart thumped loudly in his chest, his hands lowering for a moment.

“Stop, Sam.” She said as he tightened his fists again. “You know this isn’t going to end well.”

He felt defeated. His mind was in torment. He didn’t know what to think. Should he hate Y/N for wanting her powers to stay hidden and not saving his friends once more? Should he be thankful that she saved their friends as many times as she did and after all years decided to tell him the truth, despite that she had no obligation to? He didn’t know. No matter how many times the thoughts ran through his head, he didn’t know what to feel.

“Sam?” It was Steve, worryingly watching from down the hallway where he had just seen Sam try to beat Y/N to the floor and Y/N unbelievably dodging every punch. “Let’s juts all calm down.”

Sam felt like an idiot beyond compare but valued his dignity too much to apologize to Y/N at the time. Instead, he straightened up and continued to walk towards the elevator like his plan had been when first leaving Bruce’s lab.

Everyone let him this time. It would be for the better.

“I’m sorry about that.” She turned around as the elevator doors closed behind Sam. “Our past should not be a concern of yours, but it’s difficult to keep them apart sometimes…”

She came back from a trip to Afghanistan only two weeks before she talked to Sam. She hadn’t been there on a mission, hadn’t gone there for anything military. She went there to search for answers. She wanted to understand how that explosion in the middle of a dry, grass field had caused her to be able to see the future. She had spoken to the village who had saved her life in hopes that there might be some legend of the place, but there had been nothing. Her journey back to where it all started had been in vain.

As she was there, in the dry heat of Afghanistan, she had felt guilty of the lives she could have saved. Her mind was plagued with the repeating concept that they could still be alive. Her entire world circled around those thought for a week straight, day and night. Never had she endured as many nightmares as she did then. It wasn’t until she thought of the possibility to come clean to Sam that her mental torture came to an abrupt end. Like turning off a light switch, the nightmares were gone. She knew that she had to tell him then and sought Sam out as quickly as possible.

He hadn’t been nearly as shocked as she thought he would be when she told him she could see the future, and after meeting a few of his friends, she could see why her abilities was not that abnormal in his new world. He was distant however, since day one of knowing her life secret. He had understood since the second she explained everything that she could then have saved their squad which was extinct apart from the two of them. Yet, he had been mature enough to not let her go but had instead brought her to the Avengers and to the Stark Tower.

He had expected her to refuse. Even in the heat of battle she had preferred to be alone, but she had gladly accepted his invitation to meet Bruce, which then escalated to almost half of the Avengers, which she didn’t find to be that much of a problem. All she wanted was to change her past, but that wasn’t part of her abilities. All she could hope for was that she would be allowed to make better choices as a part of the Avengers, to do good. She wanted nothing else.

“Y/L/N?” Steve tried to gain her attention as she had fallen into her own mind for a moment.

“Y/N.” She corrected, not liking how much being called by her last name reminded her of the military she left a year prior.

“Y/N…” Steve changed it. “I don’t know what you and Sam have gone through or how difficult this is for the both of you, but we could really use someone with your skills.”

She had known he would ask that for ten minutes before he actually did and she had subsequently thought about it. “I want to change, to be better and use my abilities to save lives, but I have to think about this… After all I’ve done, after everything I’ve put Sam through, I don’t know if this place is right for me.”

Steve nodded understandingly. “Of course. Take your time.”

“I’ll take my time.” She huffed, smiling subtly in hopes to bring the mood up as the air in the hallway had become thick enough to cut through.

“There’s a few spare rooms around. You can stay the night if you’d like-” Tony began but noticed how distant Y/N became. “What’s up?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I’m emotionally preparing myself for Mr. Lang… He’s rather ecstatic.” She admitted as the elevator door opened behind her, Scott stumbled through the doors and looked up in surprise upon seeing everyone gathered and more so in seeing the new face.

“Hello…” He dragged out. “What’s going on here? We have a new addition to the big, happy family?”

“My name is Y/N. I’m a friend of Sam’s from the military. I can see the future.” She turned back around to Tony. “I’ll take that offer, thank you. I need to sleep on this…”

“Wait what?” Scott exclaimed.

“Sure, I’ll show you to it.” Tony nodded and followed Y/N into the elevator which still was on their floor.

“Hey, what do you mean?” Scott continued but was completely ignored. The elevator doors shut and Scott was left as clueless as ever, glancing back to Steve, Bruce and Peter. “She can see the freaking future?”

“Why are you mad at me.”  

“I’m not mad.”  Cas answered flatly. 

“Well, it sure as hell sounds like you’re mad at me.” 

“What do you want from me, Dean?” 

“Nothing - I don’t - what do you mean?” Dean genuinely looked confused and Cas almost pitied him.  

“I guess - I guess that’s why I’m mad - because you don’t want anything from me.”  Cas voice was small and resigned but all of him was so close to the surface - every emotion every denied desire was in danger of spilling out of him. 

“Do you want me to want something from you?” Dean spoke slowly pronouncing each word and trying to process their meaning. 

“I want you to - “ Cas cut himself off shaking his head. “Never mind.”  He turned his back on Dean to walk away. 

“Wait a minute.”  Dean gripped Cas’ shoulder to turn him back but Cas shrugged it off.  “I said wait a damn minute, Cas.”  Dean pushed him into the wall forcing him to look at him.  “Now you started this - you accused me - you damn well had better tell me what you want.”  

Dean looked angry but Cas could tell that it was without genuine malice. He kept his hand pressed firmly into Cas’ chest pinning him back against the wall. He didn’t break the gaze until Cas looked away then back to Dean.  “Cas…” Dean whispered.  “Tell me what’s going on…” 

“I want - I want you to want me, Dean.  There - I said it.  It’s stupid - selfish.”  Cas looked away but the silence forced him to look up and meet Dean’s warm gaze.

Dean licked his lips.  “You mean - you…” Dean stopped mid-sentence when Cas covered his hand with his own holding it to his chest.  “You want me to have feelings for you?  Why?” 

“Why do you think, Dean?  What would be the most obvious reason I would want you to care about me?”   Dean’s face broke with realization as he cupped Cas’ chin and then a feather light press of their lips to test the waters - to confirm the hope.  

“So you’re not mad at me then?” Dean questioned with a grin.  

“No, I’m not mad.”   Cas answered as he kissed his smile.

<333 

Just You Wait - Alfie Solomons One Shot O/C (requested

“Only me, I have a request for a one shot… you probs know what involving haha.  If poss I don’t want no full sex in it, just lots of his hands and beard over her (o/c) body n her touching his hands I know it’s very specific haha thank you.”



Just You Wait (part 1 of 3)

 The daily rush was finally slowing to a more manageable pace, as Y/N leaned against the counter and blew a pale wayward strand of hair from where it clung to her damp face.   Blazes it was hot in the bakery today.  The ovens working overtime to keep up with the demand.   Eyes the colour of a summer sky scanned the store and quickly counted the number of customers in the queue.  Less than five -  that wouldn’t take long.   Now as long as another rush didn’t sweep through the doors, she might just have time. Plucking her blouse from the sweat that had gathered between her ample breasts, her pert nose wrinkled in distaste. Perhaps she was not in any condition to pay a visit after all.   What she needed was a mirror, a brush and just the right shade of gloss to pull herself together.   With a quick glance towards the front of the store, noting that the line had dwindled to only two customers, she yelled to the bakery Manager, Ms. Shannon that she was finally taking her break.

After five minutes to pull herself together, she was walking down the passageway that connected the store bakery with the real heart of the business of one Alfie Solomons.    Her heart began thumping madly within her chest as a vision of the man swam before her eyes.   She could conjure every detail in vivid fantasy; but her mind was always prone to linger on his strong, hands and that glorious beard liberally laced in ginger tones.   Her stomach flipped just imaging both of them all over her body.   Thus far, despite some not so subtle hinting, she had not felt the pleasure.  Yet.   Sure, he was technically her boss, but God – the man was just too much man too resist.   Also, she had no shame.   More to the point, she suspected Alfie was the kind of man who didn’t care about boss/employee protocol, and would likely be pleased even further by her wanton desire.   

Y/N had heard enough talk of the man to know restraint was not his strong suit, and thus she figured it was just a matter of time before she knew the feel of those long, lean fingers all over her naked skin.   Once she had trailed a painted nail along the veins that stood out on his forearms and nearly climaxed from that experience alone.   Pausing outside his door, she could see the man at his desk, booted feet resting causally on the surface while he pondered the papers he held.   Hell, how the man was somehow sexier in those half-moon glasses, she would never know.   Taking a deep breath, she paused momentarily to silently watch him… and collect her wits.   One never wanted to approach Alfie Solomons with anything less than a fully functioning state of mind.   Which was a serious challenge when one tended to hold images of riding that beard while trying to converse.   Today she planned on testing the limits of his restraint.   Only a taste though.  

Always leave them wanting more was her motto.

Alfie’s jaw had begun to ache due to the amount of beard scratching he had already accomplished, and it was barely noon.  If it was not a dozen things going wrong today, it was probably twice that amount.  Fucking hell days like this were beginning to take a toll on him.   He’d even lost the will to yell at Ollie anymore.   The words of whatever document he was trying to read were blurring before his tired eyes.   Flinging the document back upon the desk, he lowered the glasses once more and leaned back in his chair, palms swiping over his aching eyes.   He rested his head against the back of the chair for a few minutes, weighing the merits of a good, but brief nap.  His hands folded across his chest, but fingers twisted and clenched continuously as a restlessness coursed through his body despite the fatigue. His eyes opened and wandered to the ceiling.  Then rolled over his cluttered desk, and finally towards Ollie busy in his own office. The lad was muttering and Alfie shook his head, eyes rolling… and then they landed on her.

Even through the distorted plane of glass in the door, Alfie was forced to admit it was one of the most stunning faces he had ever beheld.   The golden hair that framed it draped down and curling at the ends.   He knew it had to be worn up while working in the bakery, which meant she had styled before coming to his office.   He smirked slightly.  Their gazes held across the room, while she waited for his summons to enter.   Her sultry, sweet smile not fading while he made her wait, but acting like a siren call that caused a tightening in his gut.   She looked like summer and cool evenings spent by a fire.   The caramel streaks infused among the subtle waves giving the paleness of her skin a warmth, instead of being washed out.  She was uncommonly beautiful – and knew it.    And therein lay the cause of his hesitation.   That spelled possible trouble if she thought it would grant her power over him.    Thought she could catch him.  Alfie enjoyed what a woman might offer – but Alfie Solomons didn’t get “caught.”   Once again his fingers grazed through the ginger streaked hair along his jaw.   Through the glass her lips parted.  

Why she was at his office was another matter; but he could guess it was not likely official Solomon Bakery Business.   She had been flirting outrageously with him for weeks now.   Certainly he was not opposed to Y/N’s attentions; indeed she had been the starring role in many of his fantasies of late.   He imagined the soft, silky feel of that wheat and honey hair draped all around them as he took possession of her lithe, young body.    What he doesn’t like is the coquettish games.  How she’d smile and touch him lightly and then move away.  Darting her tongue out to lick her lips, and then a look of almost disdain would cross her pretty features.  Like he, a Jewish Crime Boss of humble origins was beneath her; a Golden Goddess.   No, he didn’t need that bullshit in his life.   What he needed was a good fuck to release the anxiety of the day.   If she was game for that – he didn’t give a fuck what this uppity princess thought of him.   Leaning forward he crooked his finger in a forward motion.  

Y/N swung through his office door, eyes set on his own, breasts thrust forward and hips swinging.   Her mouth spread in a wide smile and he cannot deny that it spreads a warm, happy glow straight to his loins.   His legs swung down to the floor while he patted the edge of his desk.   A moment’s hesitation before she crosses to only lean against the edge; one leg casually brushing against his own.  

“Lovely to see you Y/N as always.  How are things in the bakery today?”

“Just fine they are Mr. Solomons.  We’ve had a real good day.”   Her eyes dropped demurely to the floor briefly.  “Why I’ve barely had a chance to catch my breath at all.”   Then raised to meet his own, a subtle woeful shine that was designed to draw forth his softer nature.  “It’s lucky that I’ve had a few spare moments to come see ya.  Ya know, show my appreciation for hiring me that is.”    One hand had reached out to lightly graze the bare skin of his forearm.   Igniting a spark of lust within him to have those perfectly manicured hands on other places.  

“How has your day been Sir?   Is there anything ya need for me to do?”   A delicate brow raised, the hidden meaning not so well hidden at all.

Alfie studied her, a look of mild amusement only registering on his face.   He slid his chair upon the floor closing the gap between them, holding her gaze with his own penetrating stare.  She sighed, heaving her bosom high and ran a finger along the outside curve of her hips, before shifting as though she was about to make her leave.

“Well, I’d best be getting back. I just wanted to see you…”

A hard glint entered his gaze and she stopped mid-sentence; eyes wide and wondering.   It was at this moment Alfie decided he had tolerated enough of these games and it was time to take her in hand.  Literally.

She made to move away again, but a strong hand reached out and locked about her slender wrist.  

“Well love, I won’t lie to you, it’s been a hell of a day.  And come to think of it, there is something ya can do for me.”  His gaze didn’t leave her own as he yelled across the office space.   “Ollie, take a fuckin break.”

The lad darted from the office without a backwards glance.    She shifted nervously wondering if she had bitten off more than she could chew with this man feared by so many.   Even though the way he commanded so easily was making her nether regions quiver.   She drew a shaky breath, but was determined to not falter.   Trying to regain the upper hand, she leaned forward, fingers light upon his chest while she removed the glasses from around his neck.   Nails briefly grazing through the longer length of his hair above his shirt collar.  The smile she cast hinting at untold promises.   Promises to be bestowed at her fickle will.  He smiled back, the stillness of his body suggesting he was powerless to her magnetic pull.   His one hand reached for her own smaller ones, a gentle squeeze and she felt sparks burst within her entire body.  She began tracing that vein again…

Suddenly he exploded in raw power and sexual energy pulsed through the air, as he gripped her firmly about the neck and bent her back over the desk.  He paused briefly to give her a chance to voice protest — her eyes were wide and her chest heaved, but she said nothing.    Those lean fingers made short work of her blouse buttons, eyes never leaving her own.  His rough hands a light graze across the exposed flesh at first.   Her skin shivered in the coolness of the office though being overcome by the power he exudes over her has sent a hot flush coursing through her veins.    Then it’s all business of his mouth, beard and hands everywhere.   He never kisses her – just glides his warm mouth over her skin, the soft whiskers following.   Granting her a taste of what might be and she bites her tongue to keep from begging him to go further.   The contrast of his warm flesh and the cool imprint of his various rings almost sending her over the edge. 

Pushing her further back, his hands reached beneath her skirt and slowly slid up her legs; gently spreading them apart.   Her breath hitches when his head dives between them, while the light touch of a finger traces the outline of her panties.   He goes no further, but drags his beard scratching along her inner thighs before moving to cover her mound through the thin cotton material with his warm mouth.   She’s writhing, no longer able to keep from begging for more and pushing her pelvis into his face as his mouth moves over the soft cotton covering.    The strong grip of those hands squeezing her thighs and her mind is tumbling, wondering what his tongue might feel like.   Abandoning all pretense, she boldly reached down and tried to move her panties aside.   Alfie doesn’t stop, but gripped her hands and held them tightly pinned to her sides.   A growled grunt vibrates against her centre and a moan escapes against her will as she almost comes right there.   The wetness seeped through and he pressed his tongue briefly against her bud.   Moving up, he rubbed his beard against the soft roundness of her stomach and his large hands grazed over the sensitive skin covering her ribs to grab a handful of breast.   His eyes watching her closely; head tipped back, jaw slack and panting with need.   Her own eyes squeezed shut so she missed his slow smile of satisfaction.  

As suddenly as he started, he pulled away; leaving her limp and wanting him more than ever.   Her eyes liquid pools of unquenched desire, while he seems barely affected.   Save for the satisfied smirk and hard gleam in that stare he fixed upon her.   Waiting.  Watching her reaction.   Testing her further, his hands slowly slide up her body and once more he bent his mouth to skim along skin already showing the red rashes of his attention.  Lightly he skimmed along the delicate fair surface, his hot breath and the tickle of his beard spiraling her arousal further.   Y/N reached shaky hands to hold him closer, but he doesn’t allow her touch and pins them above her head.    Bending his face so close she thinks finally she will know the feel of those full lips upon her own.  She smiles softly back and they hold the moment.   Alfie merely brushed the corner of her lips with his own, whispering against their fullness; his voice deep and low.   But she can detect it’s also thick with need.  

“I say when, where and how it fuckin happens sweetie.  Now get back to work.”

Just like that he released her and strode away in that swagger that makes a woman want to abandon pride and chase after him.   He doesn’t even look back as he exits his own office.   Confused and mildly affronted, she fastened her blouse and returned to the bakery on wobbly legs.   Visibly shaken as she resumed her duties.    Ms. Shannon takes one look at her dazed stare and raised red rashes upon her throat and upper chest, and shakes her head knowingly.   As the hours slip by, her excitement dwindles into a sweeping embarrassment that infuses her cheeks with a heated blush.   Did she entirely misjudge the man?   Or worse, her own powers of seduction?   Suddenly she’s not so confident regarding their next encounter.    Her nerves a tangled mess as the hours pass slowly by.   Just before closing, Ollie strides purposefully into the kitchen office where she sits at her desk gathering her personal affects.   Not meeting her gaze, he simply hands her a note,

“From Mr. Solomons, Miss Y/N.”

She accepted the note, trying to search his face for some sign of the contents, but faithful, stoic Ollie reveals nothing of his employer’s intent.   Nodding his head, he took his leave.   Y/N opened the note to discover an address and a time scrawled in his neat handwriting.   A PS “wear that polka dotted dress, and don’t be late.”    A slow smile of satisfaction spread across her face as a warm glow pulsed through her entire body.   He’s played his hand, and now the play is hers.  Will she take a risk and up the ante?

We’ll see who says when and where Mr. Solomons.

She’d wear the polka dotted dress as per his request.   It wasn’t like she had not seen his glances rake over her curvy form whenever she wore it.

But she wasn’t above making any man – even Alfie Solomons - wait a little.   Her smile and confidence were back in place as she closed the door on her office and left the bakery with her head held high. 

~

EDIT:  DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND, THIS FIC WAS EXPANDED TO THREE PARTS

All Business (Just you Wait, Part Two)

Well Played -   (Just You Wait, Part Three/Conclusion)

This was an anon request so I’ll just tag my Hardy clan - sorry if I miss anyone.

@brinabear458, @badassbaker, @banes-tshirt, @james-k-delaney, @thihaf, @readsalot73,

Akira, Ryuji, Makoto and Anne having a closeted gay S/O

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Warning! Angst and mentions of homophobia and abuse from parents
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Akira
•Akira would understand why their S/O kept their relationship a secret
•He wouldn’t push things to far, when at S/O place he wouldn’t get affectionate and act just like friends
•he knew how S/O’s parents were and didn’t want to put S/O in danger
•but sadly secrets and stay hidden forever
•turns out S/O’s father saw them when they were on the train together
•his father saw them kiss goodbye and waited till they got home to say something
•Akira got worried when S/O didn’t reply to any of his texts later that night
•his heart was thumping against his chest as he made his way towards S/O’s place
•he had just gotten out of the station when Akira caught sight of his boyfriend
•his heart stoped when he saw the state of S/O
•the black eye and split lip stood out the most
•before Akira could even say anything his boyfriend spoke
•"they found out about us…“
•that one sentence filled Akira with rage, his own parents did this to him? How could someone do that to their own son
•"I need to break up with you, they said I have to” by now his S/O his sobbing into his hands
•Akira couldn’t seem to speak, all he could do was pull his S/O into his arms and hold them tight
•"I don’t want to break up Akira! I love you! I love you so much!“
•That was the last straw for Akira, there was no way in hell that he would let S/O go back
•"Your coming back with me… Sojiro will understand”
•he doesn’t let his S/O argue. He holds his hand the whole way back to the cafe
•the whole way back to the cafe Akira is planning, he knows he can’t talk to S/O’s parents but… he might just be able to change their hearts


Ryuji
•Ryuji knew about his S/O’s parents
•He knew they disagreed hence why his S/O kept their relationship a secret
•Ryuji does take some more risks then Akira does though
•when they are at his boyfriends place he does so subtle things
•they’ll hold hand under the table, sit closer together stuff like that
•but one day Ryuji got a call from his boyfriend asking to meet up
•he knew something was wrong the minute he heard S/O’s voice
•they meet at the park, the place where they had countless dates
•Ryuji’s breath hitched when he saw S/O leaning against a tree
•his lip was cut and his nose looked as if it was broken
•"S/O! Who did this to you! I swear if I find them!“
•S/O is quick to cut him off
•"my parents found out… t-they saw us when we were in my room yesterday”
•Ryuji’s blood ran cold when he heard that
•his parents did this? He knew what it felt like to have shitty parent thanks to his dad but this? Why would they hurt such a perfect son?
•"I have to break up with you Ryuji, they’ll hurt you if I don’t! I want to protect you!“
•it’s his S/O who needs protecting not him, but Ryuji can’t seem to say that out loud
•"but I can’t! I just can’t! I love you Ryuji…. god I love you so much but I can’t let you get hurt!”
•Ryuji losses it then. He pulls his boyfriend into a higher embrace, hiding his face from them
•he’s crying himself
•"don’t say that, don’t worry about me. I’ll help you. I’ll talk to your parents… stay with me this week, we’ll work something out"
•yeah Ryuji Was going to talk to his parents… he was going to give them a piece of their mind and change their hearts


Makoto
•Makoto knew her girlfriend was secretive about their relationship but she didn’t know why at first
•when they were at S/O’s place S/O was very unaffectionate
•makoto put two and two together and guess S/O hadn’t come out yet
•it wasn’t confirmed until she got a text telling her to meet up with S/O at the train station
•she never would have expected what would happen next
•she was smiling when she saw her S/O
•well until she saw her tear streaked face and the red mark on her cheek
•"S/O…? Oh my god what happened did someone attack you? Come on we can go to sis and…“
•"We should break up…” that was all S/O said. Her eyes looked dead
“H-huh?” Makoto couldn’t believe what she was hearing
•"My mother… she… one of her friends saw us together and it got back to mother, she put two and two together and" S/O broke down then
•makoto froze, her… her mother did this? How could someone feel so much hate that they would hit their own child?
•"I love you Makoto, I always will but maybe it’s for the best if we stop seeing each other"
•S/O didn’t even get to finish that sentence before Makoto kissed her
•"no! I refuse to accept that! I love you S/O and I swear I’ll protect you at every point including this!“
•Makoto is already leading her back to her apartment before S/O can question what’s happening
•Makoto is stuck between telling Sae and getting legal help or contacting the thieves and changing S/O’s mothers heart
•either way there is no way Makoto will let ANYONE hurt her girlfriend again


Anne
•Anne never knew anything about her S/O father
•in fact she has never meet the man
•all that she knows his he’s very traditional and strict
•there are times where she felt nervous for her S/O especially when she’ll suddenly let go of Anne’s hand thinking she saw her dad
•but her worries were confirmed when she got a phone call from S/O in tears asking her to meet at the underground mall
•Anne had never ran so fast in her life
•she found her S/O standing in the corner with her head down
•she froze when her girlfriend raised her head and saw the marks on S/O’s neck
•automatically everything clicked
•S/O’s nerves, her saying her father was traditional everything made sense now
•"S/O… did your… did your father do this?”
•Anne spoke very carefully, almost hesitantly
•"Anne… my Dad found out, he… he doesn’t agree"
•Anne reached for S/O’s hands
•her S/O pulled away “We should break up Anne! This isn’t good! If my dad sees us together again he’ll, he’ll” the tears over flowed by now
•Anne wrapped her arms around her, refusing to let go
•"No, we are not breaking up! You still love me don’t you S/O?“
•her S/O nods against her shoulder
•"Good then we’ll figure this out together, but first your coming home with me, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I let you go home?”
•Anne was very good at hiding her range. Her girlfriend would never know that under her supporting smile was full on anger
•Anne was always planning on what she was going to do once she’s got the phantom thieves together
•she knows that she’ll be changing her S/O’s parents hearts very soon

{PART 3: Final} Betrayal // Jay Park

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jay begs you to do what he deems is the right thing. Can you forgive someone for the most hurtful act of betrayal?

A/N: This is the last instalment of a small 3 part series! Thanks to everyone who messaged me and told me how much they enjoyed the first two parts. I hope this part lives up to the others excitement!

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3: Final}


“I can’t believe I’m doing this” you repeated to yourself over and over in your head as you tapped your foot impatiently underneath the restaurant table.

Against your better judgement, you decided that you had no other choice but to take Jay up on his offer to meet him for lunch the next day. Although you pretty much hated the ground he walked upon, even though you would rather drink an entire bottle of bleach than to have to be in his company for any longer than necessary; you knew that you had to tell him about your pregnancy - and you realised that as soon as you saw the look on his face when he met you in the supermarket. You had specifically arrived 30 minutes before you were due to meet Jay to try and talk yourself out of telling him he was the father of your unborn child, but the longer you sat at the reserved table – the more you knew that you had to do the right thing and let him know. No matter how much of a bad taste it left in your mouth, you had to have this talk with him and tell him your intentions for the child’s future – and how you planned for Jay to not have a single input in it.

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Rafael Barba (and Spencer Reid) / Holding Steady (Part Two)

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Part Three 

As per @aprilfooledyou‘s request: 

Imagine if you were a brilliant surgeon who was dating Spencer Reid, until he broke your heart since he thought he wasn’t good enough for you. Disheartened, you move to New York and meet Rafael Barba.

I’m back with another part! This originally was going to be the last part, but I decided I wanted to explore the reader’s relationship with Rafael a bit more in this part, and how Rafael is different for the reader that Reid was. Hold tight for Part three which will most likely be out sometime tomorrow. Enjoy! 

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Happy Birthday, Chuuya!

Yup, here’s the obligatory birthday post for everyone’s favorite ginger hat-rack. DT Em @goddamnitdazai because she gave me the idea 💜 and major ups to Choco @bungoustray-imagines for reading it at like 4 AM last night and stopping me from just having 1,000 solid words of boring description with no action, you’re the bomb!

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I Give Up - part 14 (A Baekhyun Series)

Your hand was lifted and sandwiched between two giant hands and you were met with an enthusiastic grin with way too many teeth. The guy was too tall and he crouched down in front of you to meet your gaze as your boyfriend, Baekhyun shuffled on his feet next to you.

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anonymous asked:

Hello :) I was wondering what your favourite Drarry fics are?

alEeee. :)

Bounding-Heart’s Favourite Drarry Fics:

The Killing Moon by Inkandfakefurs: “Harry Potter’s saving-people-thing is set to become the bane of Draco Malfoy’s life - alongside Dark Lords, werewolves, ex-teachers, Horcruxes and not-dead-enough ancestors. Set post-HBP. Deathly Hallows - what’s that?”

This is my all time favourite ever Drarry fic. And it’s a horrific tragedy, because it’s unfinished and will never be finished. That doesn’t stop me from reading it over and over again. I still find it worth it. I love it because the characterisations of every single character, Harry and Draco in particular, are spot on and beautiful. Any Drarry writer who gets Harry right owns my heart and inkandfakefurs does so so beautifully. The writing is wonderful, professional quality. You’ll forget you’re reading a fanfic. It’s also got an intricate, gripping plot and some wonderfully complex magic that builds on what we’ve seen in canon. Oh, and Draco is a werewolf. Draco’s struggle to come to terms with the resultant helplessness and self-disgust breaks my heart in the best way, but there’s zero woobification.


Who Will Guard the Door by musamihi: “The day his father is sentenced, Draco takes the Mark and is given his impossible task. Thorfinn Rowle, assigned to be his mentor, is less interested in assisting him than in satisfying his own appetites. As Draco sinks further into failure and watches the war sweep his parents away from him, he takes refuge in the Manor – a member of the family he never knew he had. But the Manor suffers its own wounds during Lord Voldemort’s residency, and the Chosen One may be the only force that can heal them.

It’s the best and most accurate exploration of Draco as a character I’ve read. Also strong, beautiful writing with depths that go well beyond what you expect from fanfiction. It follows Draco’s experiences through Half-Blood Prince and a bit beyond and fits perfectly into canon. It’s got some very harrowing bits, so read the warnings. 


The Waters Know their Own also by musamihi:Harry and Draco decide to spend Christmas with the Notts, although neither of them seems to know precisely why. Harry finds most of the company lacking, and some of it downright dangerous.

Honestly, I recommend anything she’s written. (She wrote a John Dawlish/Rufus Scrimgeour fic that was wonderful.) I am not generally interested in established relationship fics, but this is an exception. It’s a melancholy and beautiful take on Harry and Draco.


The Light More Beautiful by @firethesound :  ”Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

The story takes place in an alternate reality in which Draco flees to America during his sixth year. He and Harry have a particular past, however, and that complicates things. It’s hilarious at times, incredibly hot, and has an intricate plot that comes together so perfectly in the end that I wanted to throw confetti. Good writing, tons of feels, and enjoyable characterisations.


At Your Service by Faithwood: “Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.”

From my original rec: It’s like getting the chance to read Book 8, where Book 8 is Harry/Draco. The writer makes every single character come to life, complete with strengths and flaws. She uses the canon setting beautifully. She tells a story complete with a gripping mystery and heart-swelling, slow-building romance. And everything is woven together. Everything is seamless. The female characters are treated with respect and the writer’s love of canon shines through powerfully.


The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by @letteredlettered : Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It’s all right here, folks.”

The summary really doesn’t do this fic justice. My god, the emotions. And it’s so clever, with a great central concept allows Harry and Draco to discover each other all over again without the baggage of their pasts. Also fun and super hot. The kind of fic that breaks your heart and puts it back together again. I can’t remember how many times I’ve read it.


The If Sieve by Cest-what:An If Sieve lets you see how things would have unfolded if somebody had made a different decision at a particular time.”

 I was just talking about the fact that it was much, much more than Draco’s refusal of Harry’s handshake that prevented them from becoming friends. This story explores all that. It’s one of those fics where you sense that the author knows the books inside and out. Lots of canon detail and perfect, perfect characterisations.  There’s also a brilliant sequel.


Drop Dead Gorgeous by Mistful: “Draco Malfoy is Harry’s Auror partner and one of the few people immune to Harry’s super Veela charms.”

 I don’t read Veela fic, so it took me a long time to get over that and read Drop Dead Gorgeous. It turned out to be one of my all time favourites. Don’t let the cracky Veela aspect stop you. It was written pre-DH, the writer is SUPER sympathetic to Slytherins, no one is really in character, she breaks Ron and Hermione apart (which is normally a dealbreaker for me) but I still love this fic beyond reason. It’s hilarious and grabs your heart and refuses to let go until the end. Also a great mystery plot. It’s not online any more because the writer went professional.


The Empty House by Hollycomb:Harry is separated from his friends during the war and stumbles into an empty cabin that happens to belong to the Malfoy family.”

I love the progression of their interactions in this fic. They start out truly hating each other, but are forced through circumstances to, well, get over that. It’s beautifully written and ultimately very sad, but I really love it.


Such Great Heights by Softlyforgotten: “Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating.

Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?”

I read this very recently and fell completely in love with it. Great writing and I liked the characterisations. Both Harry and Draco are lost after the war, and finding each other, eventually, helps them both move forward through their trauma. Also there’s a dragon. And a wonderful portrayal of Ginny and the other characters.


Nightingale by Michithe_killer: “God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.-Jacques Deval”

From my original comment on the fic: My God. I can’t stop sobbing. I’ve been hiding in the bathroom for the last half hour. I think that may have been the most heartbreaking fic I’ve ever read. I’ve been completely immersed in it for the last three days, looking forward to getting back to it whenever I had to stop. And now I’m finished and I just want to die because I’m in so much pain. God. Which is a testament to how amazingly powerful this fic is. The writing was just beautiful. Funny, gripping, hot and devastating in all the right bits. Seriously, I’m just cut into pieces. It really struck home in a lot of ways. That said, I’d never want to un-read this. It was so worth the pain. An amazing accomplishment, I think.

Eternally Consistent by Kitsunealyc: “Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter assumed they would never be anything but civil enemies, until Potter lands on Malfoy’s doorstep, bleeding, covered in curses, and acting very strangely indeed.“

I loved this fic… so much. The writing is strong and intelligent. Draco is not only so much fun, but he’s got a depth and complexity that feels completely in character for canon Draco plus 8 years. His dialogue, his mannerisms,  everything. And Harry is wonderful too, a great contrast to Draco. We get both of their povs and that works in the most interesting way. The story is clever and nail-bitingly tense at times, but left me feeling happy and completely satisfied. There’s a weird Hermione/Millicent element, but the trio is still tight as friends so it didn’t end up bothering me that much. Overall the fic is funny, heart-warming, and all around wonderful.

If you want more, here is a link to my Seriously Giant List of Drarry Recs going back over a decade. 

As Time Ticks Away

Summary: All Lin could do was watch as she healed and as time ticked away.

Author’s Note: Hey All! Sorry for the delay on this new story. This was meant as the beginning of part five of Finding You. However nothing worked well. I started something completely different. I hope you all enjoy it!

Warning: Some cursing.

Fact: I know nothing of the medical field. I am just going off of what I know from TV medical dramas! OK not all: some of it is acquired knowledge.

Requests are open! 

Please let me know what you think! :)

Word Count: 4234 (wow….)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader

Tagged: @itsgarbagecannotgarbagecannot , @gratitudejoyandsorrow


The white tiled walls seemed to go on forever. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he entered, but all he wanted to know about was if his wife was going to be all right. All he knew was that Sarah had called and left a voicemail on his phone of her sobbing the only words that he could make out were “Y/N….hospital…and don’t know….”

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notes on peak (sivers)
  • Perfect pitch: adaptability in the brain disappears by the time a child passes about six years old.
  • There’s no such thing as a predefined ability.
  • Books leave the impression that heartfelt desire and hard work alone will lead to improved performance - “Just keep working at it, and you’ll get there” - and this is wrong. The right sort of practice carried out over a sufficient period of time leads to improvement. Nothing else.
  • Gaining expertise is largely a matter of improving one’s mental processes.
  • The usual approach: We start off with a general idea of what we want to do, get some instruction from a teacher or a coach or a book or a website, practice until we reach an acceptable level, and then let it become automatic.
    • Once you have reached this satisfactory skill level and automated your performance, you have stopped improving.
    • A person who’s been at it for twenty years is likely to be a bit worse than the one who’s been doing it for only five, and the reason is that these automated abilities gradually deteriorate in the absence of deliberate efforts to improve.
  • Purposeful practice has well-defined, specific goals. “Play the piece all the way through at the proper speed without a mistake three times in a row.” Without such a goal, there was no way to judge whether the practice session had been a success.
    • Break it down and make a plan: What exactly do you need to do. Putting a bunch of baby steps together to reach a longer-term goal.
    • You seldom improve much without giving the task your full attention.
    • Purposeful practice involves feedback. You have to know whether you are doing something right and, if not, how you’re going wrong.
    • Purposeful practice requires getting out of one’s comfort zone. This is perhaps the most important part.
      • If you never push yourself beyond your comfort zone, you will never improve.
    • The best way to get past any barrier is to come at it from a different direction.
    • Maintaining the focus and the effort required by purposeful practice is hard work, and it is generally not fun. So the issue of motivation inevitably comes up.
    • Purposeful practice in a nutshell: Get outside your comfort zone but do it in a focused way, with clear goals, a plan for reaching those goals, and a way to monitor your progress. Oh, and figure out a way to maintain your motivation.
  • Suppose you’ve never heard of a dog: it is just a label for this collection of disconnected knowledge. Dogs are furry, they have four legs. However, as you spend time around dogs and start to understand them, all this information becomes integrated into one holistic concept that is represented by the word dog. Now when you hear that word, you don’t have to search your memory banks to remember all the various details about dogs; instead, all that information is immediately accessible. You have added dog not only to your vocabulary but to your set of mental representations.
  • Much of deliberate practice involves developing ever more efficient mental representations that you can use in whatever activity you are practicing.
  • There is no such thing as developing a general skill. You don’t train your memory; you train your memory for strings of digits or for collections of words or for people’s faces. You don’t train to become an athlete; you train to become a gymnast or a sprinter or a marathoner or a swimmer.
  • The main thing that sets experts apart from the rest of us is that their years of practice have changed the neural circuitry in their brains to produce highly specialized mental representations, which in turn make possible the incredible memory, pattern recognition, problem solving, and other sorts of advanced abilities needed to excel in their particular specialties.
    • A hallmark of expert performance is the ability to see patterns in a collection of things that would seem random or confusing to people with less well developed mental representations.
  • The relationship between skill and mental representations is a virtuous circle: the more skilled you become, the better your mental representations are, and the better your mental representations are, the more effectively you can practice to hone your skill. Honing the skill improves mental representation, and mental representation helps hone the skill. There is a bit of a chicken-and-egg component to this. Take figure skating: it’s hard to have a clear mental representation of what a double axel feels like until you’ve done it, and, likewise, it is difficult to do a clean double axel without a good mental representation of one. That sounds paradoxical, but it isn’t really. You work up to a double axel bit by bit, assembling the mental representations as you go. It’s like a staircase that you climb as you build it. Each step of your ascent puts you in a position to build the next step.
  • Some activities, such as playing music in pop music groups, solving crossword puzzles, and folk dancing, have no standard training approaches. Whatever methods there are seem slapdash and produce unpredictable results. Other activities, like classical music performance, mathematics, and ballet, are blessed with highly developed, broadly accepted training methods. If one follows these methods carefully and diligently, one will almost surely become an expert.
  • These fields have several characteristics in common. First, there are always objective ways - such as the win/loss of a chess competition or a head-to-head race - or at least semiobjective ways - such as evaluation by expert judges - to measure performance.
    • If there is no agreement on what good performance is and no way to tell what changes would improve performance, then it is very difficult - often impossible - to develop effective training methods. 
    • These fields tend to be competitive enough that performers have strong incentive to practice and improve.
  • Deliberate practice is different from other sorts of purposeful practice in two important ways: First, it requires a field that is already reasonably well developed.
    • What areas don’t qualify? Pretty much anything in which there is little or no direct competition, such as manager, teacher, electrician, engineer, consultant, because there are no objective criteria for superior performance.
    • Deliberate practice requires a teacher who can provide practice activities.
    • A clear distinction between purposeful practice - in which a person tries very hard to push himself or herself to improve - and practice that is both purposeful and informed.
  • Deliberate practice requires a student to constantly try things that are just beyond his or her current abilities. Thus it demands near-maximal effort, which is generally not enjoyable.
    • Well-defined, specific goals, improving some aspect of the target performance.
    • Small changes will add up to the desired larger change.
  • Once you have identified an expert, identify what this person does differently from others that could explain the superior performance.
  • This distinction between knowledge and skills lies at the heart of the difference between traditional paths toward expertise and the deliberate-practice approach.
    • The traditional approach has been to provide information about the right way to proceed and then mostly rely on the student to apply that knowledge. Deliberate practice, by contrast, focuses solely on performance and how to improve it.
    • The main reasons are tradition and convenience: it is much easier to present knowledge to a large group of people than it is to set up conditions under which individuals can develop skills through practice.
  • The right question is, How do we improve the relevant skills? rather than, How do we teach the relevant knowledge?
    • Get some personal sessions with a coach who could give advice tailored to your performance. An experienced teacher watching you and providing feedback. Someone who knows the best order in which to learn things.
    • If you want to improve in chess, you don’t do it by playing chess; you do it with solitary study of the grandmasters’ games. If you want to improve in darts, you don’t do it by going to the bar. You do it by spending some time alone working on reproducing your throwing motion exactly from one throw to the next.
    • If your mind is wandering or you’re relaxed and just having fun, you probably won’t improve.
  • Shorter training sessions with clearer goals are the best way to develop new skills faster. It is better to train at 100 percent effort for less time than at 70 percent effort for a longer period.
  • Benjamin Franklin: teaching himself how to write as well as the writers of The Spectator. He’d see how closely he could reproduce the sentences in an article once he had forgotten their exact wording. He wrote down short descriptions of the content of each sentence. After several days he tried to reproduce the articles from the hints, to create his own articles that were as detailed and well written. He went back to the original articles, compared them with his own efforts, and corrected his versions where necessary. This taught him to express ideas clearly and cogently. He wrote the hints on separate pieces of paper and then jumbled them so that they were completely out of order. Then he waited long enough that not only had he forgotten the wording of the sentences in the original articles, but he had also forgotten their order, and he tried once again to reproduce the articles. The exercise forced him to think carefully about how to order the thoughts.
  • Focus. Feedback. Fix it. Break the skill down into components that you can do repeatedly and analyze effectively, determine your weaknesses, and figure out ways to address them.
  • A plateau: the best way to move beyond it is to challenge your brain or your body in a new way.
    • When you reach a point at which you are having difficulty getting better, it will be just one or two of the components of that skill, not all of them, that are holding you back. The question is, Which ones? To figure that out, you need to find a way to push yourself a little - not a lot - harder than usual. This will often help you figure out where your sticking points are.
    • Push yourself well outside of your comfort zone and see what breaks down first. Then design a practice technique aimed at improving that particular weakness.
  • Both willpower and natural talent are traits that people assign to someone after the fact. It is much more useful, I believe, to talk about motivation.
  • The ones who are successful in losing weight over the long run are those who have successfully redesigned their lives, building new habits that allow them to maintain the behaviors that keep them losing weight in spite of all of the temptations that threaten their success. A similar thing is true for those who maintain purposeful or deliberate practice over the long run. They have generally developed various habits that help them keep going.
    • Strengthen the reasons to keep going or weaken the reasons to quit.
    • Set aside a fixed time to practice that has been cleared of all other obligations and distractions.