the muse can leave me alone now!

(Hey everyone I’m finally back from my conference and wrote a tiny domestic AU Klance snippet to make myself feel better because knock on wood I woke up feeling terrible! So here you go, haha ♥)

Keith grunted as he lifted his carry on bag over his head, placing in front of him as fellow passengers on the plane bustled around to collect their belongings.

After collecting his bags, Keith looked down fondly at the bundle in the seat next to his. Something about his boyfriend dozing off was incredibly adorable.

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Okay but can we talk about how much of a Dad Torbjorn is. I know a lot of people think S76 and Reaper are Dads (and they are), but Torbjorn is canonically EXTREMELY Dad.

Like, he has eight kids, and he dresses as Santa for them at Christmas. Plus, he talks about his turrets like they’re kids, too.

Which brings me to the new Bastion comic…

Bastion is absolutely his new robot child. You can see the gears turning in his head as he muses about how it’s different. (well, Bastion was already technically his child, but even moreso now.)

“We’re not friends,” he grumpily insists, as he tenderly holds the flower Bastion just gave him in his open hand. “Leave that squirrel alone!“ he cries, as he wonders how he’s going to tell his wife that they now have nine kids and the newest one is a former murderbot with PTSD.

(He absolutely gave them the default skin’s paint job. He can’t have his beautiful NB daughter rolling around in a (very distinctive) faded paint job, now can he?)

tl;dr Torbjorn might not be pretty, but he is a massive Dad, just re-adopted Bastion and needs to be appreciated for it.

double destiny be damned; continued


Veronica is determined not to cave. Pete is in for a challenge. CUE THE FLIRTY BANTER. Enzo is being an annoying little shit. Continued from the previous chapter. Next part will most likely also be a continuation too. ;P  yeahhhh..  this is gonna be another actual fic.

Using a/b/o dynamics [ spoiler alert] aaaand the soulmate prompt where everyone is given a timer when they’re born and when your timer reaches 00:00, you’ve found your soulmate. Because apparently, this is what happens when I watch Pete Dunne tribute videos AND replays of that epic punch Pete gave Enzo. 

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bigbabygirl101  asked:

🌙 too the max please?

Send me the emoticon and my muse will react to your muse:

☽ = wandering alone at night .


♥Shu: What do you think you’re doing here? You’re so troublesome… Come on, let’s go. I hear wolves howling…

♥Reiji: Are you serious? It’s almost 3:00 AM! Go back to bed immediately! 

♥Ayato: Chichinashi! I’ve been looking for you! How do you dare leave Ore-sama alone?!

♥Kanato: You… Are you brainless or what? Don’t think you can do whatever you please! I’ll have to sleep with you now so I can watch you…

♥Laito: Bitch-chan? You made me worried… Don’t worry, I’ll give you a massage so you can fall asleep easily~

♥Subaru: What are you doing out here?! Don’t be stupid! I thought you were gone!


♥Ruki: Are you out of your mind, Livestock? I don’t care if you couldn’t sleep. Go back to your room, right now.

♥Kou: M Neko-chan, what are you doing~? Don’t disappear all of sudden like that! You’re so silly…

♥Yuma: Sow! Are you crazy?! It’s almost dawn and you’re out here! Tch, I won’t take care of ya if you catch a cold or somethin’!!

♥Azusa: Eve!!! Why did you… Leave…?! I thought… You were going to… Run away from me… Don’t scare me like that…

Trade Mistakes- Part 2

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Cas, Bobby, Crowley, Ben, Lisa

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Sexual Tension, Slight Angst, Season 5-6 Sammy Spoilers, Lisa Speaking (Biggest Warning Of All Tbh)…let me know if I missed anything, bad ass reader

Word Count: 3074

A/N: So, I finally finished part 2, I hope that it lives up to your expectations, because…this has apparently turned into a mini series! Yup, so this is not the last part. I don’t know how many more parts there will be, but I guess we’ll see how this turns out. Please give me some feedback, it’s always appreciated. As always, shoot me a message or an ask if you wanna be tagged in this or any of my other fics.

Part 1


A nuisance. That is what Dean Winchester had become in the past few days. He had been relentless in his attempt to find a way to “save you from yourself” as he put it. He researched non-stop when he wasn’t busy dealing with cases and trying to figure things out with Sam. Meanwhile, you stood by, watching his failed attempts, knowing that at some point he’d find something. He was Dean Winchester after all.

“You know you’re only setting yourself up for failure, right?” You ask him as he takes a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle before pouring himself a glass and sticking his nose right back into his laptop. Upon hearing your comment however, he looks to you with a smug expression.

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More Than Words Can Say

Summary: Yuuri gets sick with a cold in Hasetsu and loses his voice! How will he and Victor be able to communicate? How will Victor care for Yuuri? Takes place somewhere between episodes 5 and 6.

I’ve been harboring this idea of a sickie who entirely loses their voice for a long time (which I guess is why it ended up being so damn long. I tried to shorten it, I really did try!). This was supposed to be a bit crack-like but surprisingly ended up containing a lot more fluff. In fact, there’s barely even any whump in here. Oh well! Without further ado, please enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

ahhh yes i still remember!!! basically bucky and steve spent their last night together before bucky went back to cryo and steve got pregnant. what would he do?? would he go against bucky's wishes and woke him up or would he spend a painful pregnancy alone w/o bucky? i wanna know ;-;

Angst time, apparently. - Astro

Steve stood quietly in front of Bucky’s cryo tube, his chest tight as he admired the way Bucky’s face was softened in sleep. He looked content, peaceful; Steve wished he could say he felt the same. His fingers trailed over his stomach absently. It was just starting to get soft, only the tiniest indication that anything had changed. At least now he had something physical to show for how sick he’d felt. 

“Hey Buck…” Steve brushed the fingers of his other hand over the cold, smooth glass of the tube. He knew that none of T’challa’s doctors would disturb him, he’d spent plenty of time talking to Bucky before now. “I got some news…” The memory of their intense last night together left Steve’s cheeks burning, and his fingers found his stomach again. Steeling himself Steve looked up into Bucky’s sleep-soft face. “We’re gonna be parents. Didn’t think we had it in us, did you?” 

Sucking his lip into his mouth Steve worried it between his teeth. “I know you said you wanted to rest, and I get it… But would you rather I woke you up for this? I know you’ve been through a lot…” Steve wasn’t sure what he was expecting to get out of asking Bucky. He often found himself musing aloud to his mate, and it had never made him feel so empty before. Now, looking at the frost gathered on Bucky’s eyelashes made him feel like his insides had been scooped out. 

“I don’t know if it’s better to do what you asked, and leave you to rest, or wake you up. I feel like you’ll be angry with me either way. I’m probably just being stupid, huh?” Steve felt his chest tighten painfully and he had to drop his gaze. “You always said I was strong, but I don’t know if this is something I can do alone Buck… I don’t want to. Even when I jumped out of that damn plane in Austria, or when I crashed the Valkyrie, I wasn’t so scared as I am now.” He knew that he always had to appear strong. It was what people expected of Captain America, but he’d left that behind in Siberia, hadn’t he? Now he was just Steve Rogers, tired and scared of trying to face the future without his mate by his side. 


Steve nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice behind him, whirling around after quickly scrubbing at his face to hide the wetness in his eyes. 

“Hey Sam. What’s up?” 

Sam stopped just short of him, his brows coming together in a look of intense concern. “You alright man?” 

Steve nodded. “Yeah, just talking to Bucky.” 

Sam sighed, his shoulders slumping a bit. “I don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself man. You know he wouldn’t want to miss this.” 

Steve crossed his arms. “It’s not that simple Sam. I need to respect his wishes.” 

Sam frowned at him. “God damnitt Steve. You make me want to run into a wall sometimes. This isn’t something you can leave him out of. It’s not like you can’t tie your shoes and you want his help.” 

Steve flushed, ducking his head. “I know but-” 

“No buts.” Sam brushed past him. “If you don’t do this I’ll wake him up and you know he’ll be pissed if mine is the first face he sees.” 

Steve chewed his lip but nodded. “You’re right… He’d be even more angry if I didn’t wake him up.” 

“Good. Let’s see what we can do to interrupt his nap.” Sam rubbed his hands together. 

Steve stood stiffly by the door of the cryo tube as doctors and medical technicians fluttered around the room, checking machines and barking orders back and forth. God, he hoped he wasn’t making a huge mistake. A loud hiss and a blast of cold air pushed Steve out of his thoughts. He stared intensely at Bucky’s face as the frost started to dissipate, cold air venting into the room. When Bucky’s eyes twitched under his lids Steve let out a grateful breath. He’d known that T’challa’s techs would do a good job, but the idea of Bucky not waking up from this had been something he hadn’t been able to shake. 

After a few more agonizing moments the glass slid open and Bucky’s eyes fluttered open and Steve rushed up to him, his fingers brushing over Bucky’s cold skin. 

“Hey Buck.” 

Bucky’s eyes were slow to focus on him, but once they did his lips twitched in a smile. “Steve…” His voice was thick and he took a deep breath before trying again. “Hey beautiful.” His fingers twitched for a moment before coming up to touch Steve’s cheek in return. “Did I sleep too long?” 

Steve felt actual tears burn behind his eyes and he blinked hard trying to push them back. “Yeah, you jerk.” 

Bucky’s fingers were becoming more sure against Steve’s cheek, and his smile spread wider. “Help me up won’t ya, punk?” 

Steve immediately took Bucky’s weight against him, helping him as he slumped and tried to get his legs under him. Bucky buried his nose in Steve’s neck, only humming contentedly when Steve draped a blanket over his shoulders to try and help warm him up. 

“You smell good.” Bucky mumbled against Steve’s neck. He gave a half-assed growl toward the techs that tried to hurry and check his vitals. 

“Maybe just give us a little while? I promise I’ll give him back one he’s 100% awake.” Steve tried his best to sound calm and collected when really he felt like he was going to cry. 

After bundling them both back to his room Steve curled them both up on the couch, gathering more blankets to try and get Bucky warmed up. 

“So…” Bucky picked at a loose thread on one of the blankets, looking up at Steve through his eyelashes. “You gonna tell me why you woke me up? It’s barely been two months.” 

Steve felt his hackles rising, and he bit back a smart remark. “Yeah, it’s, well, it’s kind of important.” 

Bucky sat a little straighter. “What is it? You figure out how to get the HYDRA triggers out of my brain?” 

Steve moved to push his head off his forehead before remembering that it was now too short to do that. “No. I wish we had. It’s… it’s me. I uh…” 

Bucky just blinked at him. “Well, spit it out, you look like you want to sink through the floor.” 

“I’m pregnant.” Steve felt the words hang in the air between them like a solid force. He could’t look at Bucky, afraid to see some negative emotion in his stormy eyes. 

“Really?” The word was barely a whisper, but spoken with so much aching emotion that Steve finally drug his gaze up, only to see Bucky’s eyes were soft. 

“Yeah Buck. We’re gonna have a baby.” 

Bucky grabbed his hands, pulling him into a kiss that left them both panting for air. “Stevie, that’s amazing.” 

Steve felt the knot of worry in his best crumble and he had to take another harsh breath to keep his tears at bay. What a sap he was becoming. “I was so worried you’d be angry with me for waking you up…” 

Bucky kissed him again, holding him close and pressing a kiss over the bond-mark in Steve’s shoulder. “I would never be angry at you for this Steve. Trust me. I’d never make you go through this alone.” 

anonymous asked:

#28 (fluff) and #13 (flirty) with changkyun pls 😊😊😊😊 you're my fav writer love u 💕😘💕😘💕

➸ word count: 986

➸ fluff

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➸ a/n: even though i know who this is, it’s still super cute and ily. also i really hope you enjoy this my love, might be a little meh cos it’s been a while but you know….okay ily. ENJOY!♡

It wasn’t often that Changkyun had time off, and he was rather excited when he was told he had no schedules for the upcoming two days. 

His tiredness was replaced by buzzing excitement and he couldn’t wait for practice to end so that he could get home and tell ________. 

Unfortunately, by the time he got home, ________ was already sound asleep. 

Frowning slightly, he checked the time. It was only half past midnight, still a bit early for her to be asleep. Pressing a hand to her forehead, he worried slightly she might be sick. To his relief, she seemed fine so he figured she might have just been really tired. 

A soft sigh left his lips as he disposed of his clothes and got into bed snuggling closer to ________. He smiled when she automatically shifted her body towards him and clung to his side twisting her legs around his. 

He’d just have to surprise her tomorrow then. 

Changkyun wakes up to a cold empty bed, a certain someone no longer by his side. Sitting up slowly, he rubs the sleep from his eyes and yawns loudly. 

“________?” he calls out. When he doesn’t get a response, he throws off the covers from his body and heads towards the bathroom. He finds it empty and frowns when he feels the humidity in the room giving away the fact that the shower has recently been used. 

When he doesn’t find ________ anywhere around, he comes to the conclusion she’s gone out for the day and disappointment washes over him. 

He heads back to their room and plops down on the bed sighing loudly. Turning his head to the side, just as he’s about to pick up his phone it begins to ring. 

“Hello?” he answers softly. 

“Oh good, you’re awake!” ________ exclaims in relief. “It’s already half past eight and you were still in bed, aren’t you going to be late for practice? I don’t want Shownu scolding you for being late! Sorry I couldn’t wake you, I was already running late myself” she explains in a rush. 

“Late for what?” Changkyun asks her scratching his head. He was sure she had the next three days off. 

“For work” she sighs, “Jisoo needed me to cover her shift today, her cousin is giving birth and her husband is out of town. She’s the only other family her cousin has here, anyways I couldn’t just say no–that’d be so mean” ________ sighs. 

Changkyun chuckles and shakes his head. 

“That’s really sweet jagi” he coos knowing fully well she was probably blushing right now. 

“Shut up” she grumbles making him laugh, “anyways, shouldn’t you be getting ready?” she presses. 

“I uh–well, no actually” he sighs sitting up in bed. 

“No?” she sounds curious. 

“I kind of have these next two days off–I wanted to tell you last night, but you were already asleep” he confesses. 

“Are you serious right now?” ________ asks, voice laced in disappointment. “You’re telling me, I could’ve been cuddling the shit out of you right now–and the entirety of the day actually…and instead I’m about to go into work?” she whines. 

“I’m sorry baby, if it helps, I’m pretty sad and disappointed myself” he muses. 

“No, that doesn’t help. It makes it worse to think you’re home all alone, sad and disappointed because I’m not there” she tells him sadly. 

“I mean–we still have tomorrow” Changkyun tells her. 

“I’m gonna see if I can manage to leave earlier” ________ tells him confidently. 

“You don’t have to babe" 

“Uh, yeah I do. I’ll see you later today, okay?”

________ hangs up before Changkyun can even utter another word. 

By the time ________ swings the front door open, Changkyun has done absolutely nothing. Well, he did take a quick shower and popped out for a quick brunch–but other than that, nothing. 

It’s a quarter past four in the afternoon and he’s lounging on the couch in a pair of grey worn out sweats and a pink hoodie. His hair is a wavy tousled mess because he didn’t bother with styling after his shower. 

The book he was trying to read gets lowered from his face and he turns his face towards the door where ________ is currently standing with a prominent pout on her face. 

“Welcome home sweetie” he coos, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he shoots her a cheeky smile. 

“My boss and coworkers are the worst” ________ whines by a way of greeting. Changkyun pouts at her and waves her over. 

“Come sit on my lap, baby” he tells her placing his book to the side. 

________ toes off her shoes and discards her bag somewhere on the floor before closing the distance between her and Changkyun. 

Before Changkyun can even begin to comfort her, she’s got both hands on his cheeks and is pulling him in for a sweet kiss. She moans softly before tracing his lips with her tongue. She gives his bottom lip a playful nip before pulling away. 

She then laughs softly at his slightly shocked and dazed face and places her head on his chest. 

“Your heart is beating really fast right now” she whispers closing her eyes. 

“Yeah my heart does that when I’m around you” Changkyun muses softly placing his cheek on top of her head, he wraps his arms tightly around her and sighs. 

“Sorry I was gone for most of the day” ________ mumbles looking up at him and nuzzling the underside of his chin with her nose. 

“That’s okay, like I said, we still have tomorrow and the day is not over yet. What do you say we order some dinner and watch a few films, and you can make it up to me later tonight in the bedroom” he teases. 

“Hmm, I like the sound of that” she laughs wiggling her eyebrows at him in an obnoxious manner. 

a/n: hi my lovelies, first of all if you made it to the end thanks! I hope you enjoyed this. second, i know i say this everytime i post anything, but again…sorry it’s been a while and I’m super slow at updating. inspiration just comes and goes for me you know? anyways if you’ve stuck around, thanks and I’ll try my hardest to post more frequently. xoxo  

Recovery I - Burn Down All That You Hold Dear

First Next AO3

Today their world is about to crash down. Neither Anakin or Obi-Wan have a clue that this innocuous moment marks the end of his seven-year-long apprenticeship.

Barriss Offee and the philosophy class. Her voice, sweet and meek, discusses the intricacies of the belandrian free will theorem. She talks in a hush, lulling melody, something that reminds Anakin of lullabies his mother used to hum at nights when the sands cooled down and the air was filled with the chirr of locusts. Soothing and soft, like a river flowing around him is her voice making them forget about the reality of the day. He almost dozes off, never paying any real attention to her words.

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Old Flames Part 2 Barry X Reader

Originally posted by mrseclipse555

Summary:Y/n mysterious moved back to her home town after staying away from years and she is not happy with it. As she tried to find some motivation to unpack her stuff, a piece of her past walks right in her apartment. Will their love rekindle? or is it too late?

Author: Fandomcollector00

Word count: 2825 words


Author’s note: Thank you for all that is reading this story and loving this story, I posted the first part just two days ago, on new years and It has already grown a lot more then I thought it would, so I am so so happy that it is growing so fast. thank you for the new followers I know it is only 18 followers but I love ever single one of them. I am opening a tag list for anyone that would like to continue following this story and I will love to just open a tag list for anyone that like my writing. I will also do request I would really write a fanfic on a lot of fandoms just ask and I will write it. Thank you so much for reading, and let’s get on with the story.

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Part 3

Part 1

  “So are you going to go to coffee with Barry?” Felicity asked as she spun around the chair that was finally put in its place. It took a while, but y/n and Felicity finally unpacked and settled in into y/n’s new place. And it’s been exactly a week since y/n has seen Barry, a week since Barry has invited her over for coffee, and exactly a week since y/n kissed Barry on the week.

   y/n groaned as she put down the plate that she was cleaning. “I told you for the last time, Felicity, I don’t know if I want to do that. It’s like digging up the past that  I do not want to touch.“ Felicity tilted her head, a twitch in her mouth made y/n think that she didn’t have much of a choice.

"You know generally I would give you a choice on the matter, but this time, I think you are just being silly.” Y/n threw her hands in the air in defense. “I’m not being silly Felicity, I just, I haven’t exactly forgiven him from the way we left things you know.” Y/n said, continuing on with the dishes.

“I mean can you blame me? I tried! I tried so hard to work with him, I tried to make amends by leaving him at prom.” Y/n sighed and started at the soapy water in the sink. “I didn’t want to leave things the way I did, I wanted to fix it, Felicity, I did, but, he wouldn’t let me.” Y/n slammed the cup she was washing on the drying tray.

“And no, all of a sudden, when I finally was close from moving on from that once mistake in my life that I regret the most, and he just waltz in my apartment like it was no big deal?” Y/n ranted, “I mean who does that!”

Felicity nodded her head again, “Barry’s changed, you have no idea. He is really trying to be the good guy.” Y/n scoffed. “Barry has always been the good guy Felicity, it’s just he made a lot of mistakes.” Y/n bit her lip. “ Some that I was not willing to forgive at the moment.” But just in that moment, there was a knock at y/n’s front door. She turned her head to the door, then back at Felicity, giving her the most venomous glare she has ever given her best friend. Felicity smiled.

“Well, now you have no choice.” She mused. Y/n looked at Felicity, “Please do not tell me you invited him over here!” Felicity gave her a mischievous look, “Fine, I did not invite him over.” Y/n let out a sigh of relief, a sigh that was a little too soon.

“I told him to pick you up here so you can have a coffee at Jitters.” Y/n groaned and ran her fingers through her messy hair. There is no way that she was anywhere close to ready to even leave the house, let alone go out for coffee. Felicity got up from the spinning chair.

“Don’t you dare over think this, I already planned ahead, so just march your little booty into that room of yours, slap on that pretty face of yours and shimmy into that outfit that I set up the outfit on the bed of yours.”

y/n’s eyebrow quirked up, “Shimmy?” Felicity shook her head and waved her hands around, “Don’t worry about my choice of words and get worried. I will distract Barry while you get ready.” Y/n continued to glare at Felicity but stomped her way over to her room anyways.
She was for sure going to kill Felicity for the choice of clothes she picked out.

It took about 20 minutes for y/n to get ready, and she was hoping by the time that she finished, Barry would’ve gotten impatient and go away anyways, but y/n wasn’t that lucky.

“Felicity, I am going to kill you for the choice of top, I am seeing Barry not going to a strip-” She stopped when saw Barry in the living room. Barry was sitting comfortable on the couch, but when he took when the glance at Y/n walking down the hallway, he was compiled to get up, he shot up from the couch, almost floored from y/n’s appearance.

It was stunning, she was stunning. Barry always that y/n was beautiful, gorgeous even, but somehow after all these years, it’s like it amplified. He knew that everyone changes over the years, but it was at that moment when he realized that y/n really did change over the years. It rendered him speechless, his throat was actually dry from her beauty.

She looked at him shyly, she pursed her lips, biting her bottom lip as she stands uncomfortably underneath his stares. “Wow, y/n.” Was all that Barry was able to muster out. Y/n tried to hold in her blush, no one has looked at her like that in, well, Barry was the only one that looked at her like that. “Hi, Barry.” They stayed silent for a while, not sure who should make the next move, it was Felicity that broke the silence.

“Alright, you two crazy kids should be heading off to your date now.” Barry and y/n looked at each other, stuttering as they tried to protest.
“It’s not a date.” Y/n said. “We’re just catching up.” Barry finished. Felicity gave both of them a knowing eye as she opens the door wide open.

“Whatever you say, all I know is that there are two cups of coffee calling your name down at Jitters, so you should hurry up before they get cold.” Y/n just laughed at her friend as she exited out of the apartment, Barry not falling too far behind her. The door was promptly shut behind them, startling the both of them. They both looked at each other and laughed on how odd this date was going, and it hasn’t even started.

“Well, I guess, after you.” Barry offered, gesturing his hand in front of him. y/n gave him a closed mouth smile, “Well what a gentleman.” Barry grinned at her, his dimples showing off the happiness that was seeded in his stomach. “Of course my lady.”

“Cookies are still your  go-to food item huh Allen.” Y/n teased as she heard Barry’s order, “I will never change my mind about cookies y/l/n.” He shot back, handing the cashier the money for his order. “Do you still stand by your unhealthy diet of hamburger helpers?” He joked, “The disguising ones with the fake hot dogs in them? Congrats on not dying after high school, by the way, it’s still a mystery on how you survived off of that diet.” Y/n laughed, “No Barry, thankful for me that habit stayed in high school.”

Barry playfully clapped his hands, congrats her on her healthy life choice. “I am so very proud of you.” Y/n laughed and smiled. She was about to shoot back a playful banter, but the cashier caught her eye first.

“And what would you like Miss?” The cashier asked. Y/n was too busy talking to Barry that she didn’t take the time to even think about her order. She quickly scanned the menu board and blurted out the first drink that popped out to her.

“I’ll just have the Flash please.” Barry tried so hard to cover up his surprise, it caught him off guard and for a second he even forgot that there was a drink named after his superhero counterpart. The cashier grinned and rang up her order. Before y/n even got a chance to pull out her wallet to pay the employee, Barry slapped down a twenty dollar bill on the counter. “Keep the change,” Barry said. The cashier took the bill without a second thought and ran off to get their orders.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Y/n stated as she adjusted the purse hanging on her shoulder. Barry shrugged, “What kind of gentleman would I have been if I let you pay for it yourself?” Y/n just rolled her eyes. It didn’t take long for the employee to come back with two freshly prepared cups of coffee and a nice warm chocolate chip cookie.

“Here you go.” She announced, playing their order on the counter. “Have a nice day!” They both grabbed their drinks and headed outside. “Where to know Allen?” Y/n asked, taking a sip of the flash. Surprisingly, it was delicious, this might be her go-to drink for now on.

“I thought we can take a walk in the park for a couple of minutes.” He suggested, “You know, so we can catch up.” y/n nodded in agreement. “If you’re talking about the park that we used to go to as kids, I would love it. Lead the way.” Barry held out his arm for her to grab, and she gladly accepted it.

“Wow, the park has really changed huh?” Y/n noticed.  Long gone was the wooden play set that made it feel like you were managing a pirate ship. It was now replaced with a carefully designed play set that looked like there was no way on getting hurt on it. It also looked like there was no way any kid could have fun on it.

“Yeah, they really child proofed it every since you left. It’s particularly a padded cell. God forbid anyone to get hurt on it.”  Barry commented. y/n’s eyes lit up when she remember the time someone did indeed break something on this very spot. “Unlike the great Barry Allen who broke his leg. Guess they should have child proofed it then too.” She joked, lightly teasing him. Barry laughed and looked down at his feet in embarrassment. “And I was starting to hope you had forgotten about that.”

“There was no way I would forget something like that,” Y/n claimed, “ It was certainly a sight to see.”

“Hey, I’m sure I wasn’t the only seventeen-year-old who has broken their leg on a swing set.” Barry defended. Y/n hissed through her teeth, “Aren’t you, though?” Barry laughed again. “Well, you weren’t very helpful either! You couldn’t help but laugh it up when you were trying to quote on quote help me.”

Y/n tried not to spill her coffee through her fits of laughter, “I was trying to make you feel better and not think about the pain in your leg.” Barry rolled his eyes and bit his tongue on the corner of his mouth. “Oh, my hero.” Y/n slightly pushed him playfully. “But really. You were pretty great that day.” He commented, “You even managed to keep Joe and Iris calm, which is a miracle, to say the least.” Barry’s eyes trailed off as he thought about that moment. “You were always their favorite.” He stated his voice quieter that time.

They trailed off into silence after that, y/n can feel that the past was affecting them and she wasn’t sure how to handle it. She loved that she can still talk to Barry so comfortable after all these years, and thinking about the past was nostalgic, to say the least, but she couldn’t deny that it felt different.

Y/n almost forgot about the strange feeling that was growing in her stomach when she noticed they were walking down an all too familiar trail down into the forest. She grabbed Barry’s arm suddenly when she noticed the tree that they used to hang out around right in front of her.
“Oh my god Barry.” She said, “Can that really be our dream?” She asked. Barry looked at what she was talked about, his grin almost wanting to jump out of his face when he notices that it was, in fact, their tree. “No way.” he breathed out, “I thought for sure that it would’ve been cut down by now.” Y/n smiled at it, she looked up at Barry, curiosity swimming in her eyes.

“Do you think it’s still there?” She asked. Barry shrugged, “There’s only one way to find out.” He suggested. He walked towards the tree, following off the trailing as he walked around it. There it was. Like a glowing symbol. Carved into the bark of the tree was their initials, encased in a heart. Barry laughed at how cheese they used to be.

“Wow.” Barry breathed out, “It’s still there.” Y/n looked at it and laughed, “What a cliche that is.” She joked. But it wasn’t a cliche, not to her at least. Not at the time, and certainly not know. She bit her lip as she was trying to form something to say, but she couldn’t. Looking at it now made her remember just how special that time in her life was. All the familiar feelings and the sting of rejecting came flooding back into her.
She shook her head and looked away from it as if looking at it any longer will make her have an overflow of feelings.

Barry was feeling the exact same thing y/n was feeling, he knew he was stupid on pushing her away from the way he did back then. But looking at the carving on the wood now, just reminded him on how much he vowed to change what he had done. He just didn’t have a chance until now.

Y/n cleared her throat. “Well it was really nice catching up with you again Barry but-” But she was interrupted but a pair of soft, familiar, lips that pressed against hers. Her heart almost wanted to burst out as Barry kissed her suddenly, his large hands cradling her head.

He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. She carded her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.

And then, they pulled away. The kiss ending almost as fast as it started.
y/n stammered as she tried to think about what she was going to say, but it was like his kissed as numbed her mind.

“I should probably get going.I should- I should probably get going.” she finished, her tone was breathless, almost like she forgot how to speak. She looked up at Barry’s welcoming, warm, ocean blue eyes. She smiled as his eyes captured hers. “But here is good.”  Barry smiled as he leaned down to give her another kiss, but Cisco yet again has really bad timing. He mentally groaned his phone went crazy in his pant pocket.

“I am so sorry y/n.” He apologized, leaning away, even though every atom in his body wants nothing more but to get closer to her. “But I have to go. Work needs me.” And never until now has work been an inconvenience to him. Y/n’s eyes flicker down to the ground. She tried to hide her disappointment. “No, no I totally get it. Go, do your thing.” She said. Barry pursed his lips together until a brilliant plan popped into his brain. “Hey, Iris is having a dinner on Friday with a couple of friends of mind. You should come.” Y/n looked back at Barry.

“Really?” She asked, “Are you sure?” Barry nodded, he was more than sure. “Yeah, I would love for you to met my new friends and Iris and Joe have been dying to see you again after I mentioned you were back in town.” Y/n smiled wide as she nodded eagerly. She would want nothing more to see Iris again for sure.

He smiled as she agreed. “Alright, great, I will see you then I guess.” Y/n nodded again. She turned around to the direction of her home, only to realize she didn’t get any details. She turned back around to ask Barry where should she met him, but he was already gone. Her eyebrows knitted together.

That was weird. She thought to herself but thought nothing of it. It must’ve been important that he had to hurry. She shrugged and walked her merry little way back home. A new little hop in her step as she felt the happiness warm through her body.

Zeitgeist Accomplished

Looking to be looked for,
desiring to inspire,
I am on a stage,
waiting to transform
into muse;
this leaves me always
to a crowd.

Before me they cheer,
as I reach up into the air above me.
I am grasping at little nothings;
I can not see in front of my own face.

Well it has hit me
all at once:
the great debate of living.
Inside I am all
proclaiming greatness.

There is no time for timelessness
be the spirit of the time,
be full of it

They can love you now
or later
or maybe in between,
but not forever
because there is no forever

The idea of another OC just won’t leave me alone, despite having two OCs I just don’t play and probably will deactivate idk

Basically it’s my WoW muse I really really miss but can’t play here in that form so I will change her 

Probably won’t be a Kingsman muse, but with possible ties to it, maybe also to MI5/MI6, maybe even part of it, but I’m not too sure. I want to make her boss of something. A woman at age 50 in power? Fuck yeah. I’m really thinking of an information broker network, if it’s not the government. On one hand I really want her to be a Machiavellian politician, but then again just someone looking out for themselves and being they grey eminence behind so many things is also so seductive. 

And I had the thought of making it Urban Fantasy with a government department of hunting and controlling supernatural being but maybe that would be an AU

idk idk opinions are very appreciated

anonymous asked:

Super detailed gross stomach flu for one boy, who's really nauseous with lots of agony and hiccups and wet burps who can't throw up, needing someone to gag him to actually get it up and then losing it all over the place (i /love/ your writing!!)

Thank you! 


“Leave me /alone/,” Rory whimpered, slumped down on the floor in the middle of his bedroom. He was pale, shivering in a cold sweat with his arms wrapped around his stomach.

“I’m not just gonna leave you here on the floor,” Foster snapped, kneeling down beside him. He looked Rory over. “You’re sick,” he said plaintively.

“I don’t want your help,” he whined. “Please, just get out. I’ll be fine.”

“Here, just sit up, alright? Take a deep breath.” He slowly helped  Rory uncurl himself, easing him back to lean against the bed. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Rory shook his head pathetically, trying to keep his eyes shut tight as a wave of nausea made his stomach clench. “Ugh, god, go away…I don’t want you in here, Foster…” He covered his mouth, burping softly into his hand.

Foster winced. “You obviously need help. How long have you been feeling sick?”

“…Just…just since this morning,” he replied weakly.

“It couldn’t be the food,” Foster mused. “We ate the same thing, and I feel fine.”

“I’m sure it’s just a bug,” Rory insisted. “My immune system isn’t very good, this happens now and then. I really just don’t want you to see me like this.”

“I can’t just leave. You can barely sit up.” He reached out, placing his hand across Rory’s brow before the other could protest. “You’ve got a fever.”

“I just need to sleep it off…” Rory tried to swat Foster’s hand away, but that motion alone seemed to make him dizzy and nauseous.

“Rory, you look like you’re about to keel over. Just let me help you.”’

“How? You can’t help, so just…oh, fuck…” Leaning away, he was overcome with a violent but unproductive retch. The only thing his body managed to expel was another belch and a bit of drool, and Rory looked absolutely mortified that his friend was witnessing him in such a state.

Foster didn’t seem particularly perturbed by the sight, though. If anything, his expression became more concerned. He reached out, his palm skittering nervously across Rory’s back. “Easy, easy. Just breathe.”

Rory tried, but all he was rewarded with was another strong heave, his entire body shaking with the effort it took. Still, nothing came up, and he groaned as he wrapped his arms around his middle in pain.

“Rory, I know it hurts, but you’ve gotta relax. You need to get it out of your system.”

“I /can’t/,” he argued, hurriedly swiping his palms over the tears that had gathered in his eyes. His arms were trembling, and Foster could tell that it was taking all his strength to not collapse. Sighing, he pulled Rory towards him, ignoring the protests.

“Just come here.” He shifted until he was sitting against the bed with Rory leaned back against him. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

Rory whined something unintelligible, but finally surrendered and slumped back against Foster. “…It hurts.”

“I know it does. I’m gonna help you though, alright? But you’ve gotta trust me.”

Reluctantly, Rory nodded. “What choice do I have?”

“Yeah, well…just don’t bite me.” Placing one hand on Rory’s chest to steady him, Foster took hold of Rory’s chin, holding his head in place. Before Rory could react, Foster had forced his fingers into his mouth.

Rory’s eyes went wide, but he had no chance to protest before Foster’s fingers coaxed out an almost painful burp, his stomach heaving as the tiniest bit of vomit came up with it.

“That’s it, come on.” Foster’s fingers pushed deeper, pressing down on the back of his tongue.

His body didn’t need much more encouragement, his stomach already desperate to empty itself thanks to the stomach bug. With a few more fruitless heaves, Foster finally got Rory to vomit, his body lurching as his stomach clenched. He puked all down his own front, much to his displeasure, as well as Foster’s hand and arm.

He pulled himself away from Foster in disgust, but he wasn’t done yet. He nearly collapsed onto his hands and knees, trying to lean away from Foster as he vomited onto the floor underneath him.

Foster caught him around the middle, supporting him with effort. “I’ve got you,” he soothed. “Just let it out, you’ll feel better.”

Rory hiccupped roughly, tears dripping off his nose to join the pool of vomit on the floor. The sight of it made him sick all over again, and with a great deal of effort he retched and emptied his stomach of what was left inside it.

“There we go. That’s it,” Foster praised. When it seemed like Rory had finished, Foster helped him back into a sitting position. The other seemed absolutely spent. His entire body trembled, but at least his stomach had settled for the moment. “Think you can make it to my room?” Foster asked. “You can get changed and rest while I clean this up.”

Attention - (Reader x Pietro Maximoff Ft. Barry Allen [The Flash])
Word Count: 802
A/N: This asshole muse right here would not leave me alone and I know you guys want more of this little shit, so HERE. TAKE HIM. I snuck in some Barry Allen as a compromise~ <3

I’ve been busy. I can’t really explain, but I’ll have to cancel on meeting you again.

You sighed, unable to hide your disappointment. “It’s okay, Barry. I understand. It’s not like I can can visit you in Central City right now either.” A wry smile crossed your features. “It wouldn’t be fair of me to get upset at you.” The common area was empty after dinner except for you. The lights were dim and as you spoke as quietly as you could, so you would be easy to miss.

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“Emilie Autumn: Opheliac era” sentence meme

Send one to my muse for their reaction

  • “Filthy Victorians, they made me what I’m made of.”
  • “I’ve been so disillusioned.”
  • “Wouldn’t they stop when you asked them to leave you alone?”
  • “Go on and show them who you really are.”
  • “Whether I swim or sink, that’s no concern of yours now.”
  • “I pay for your silence…”
  • “Can you believe what they’ve done to you?”
  • “If I’m going down, then I’m going the prettiest wretched whore you’ve ever seen.”
  • “This is your mission, should you choose to accept it.”
  • “Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I’m menstru…well, unavailable.”
  • “Won’t you lend me your protection and help me?”
  • “You made me what I am today; a bundle of broken nerves, a mouthful of words I’m still afraid to say.”
  • “You think I’m bluffing? Just try me.”
  • “God help me.”
  • “I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head.”
  • “This room’s gonna be my grave, and there’s no one who can save me.”
  • “I want to show you all the beauty you don’t even know you hold.”
  • “When master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again.”
  • “To say I do this for the people, I admit, is hardly true.”
  • “You’ve given me a reason to let it die.”
  • “You’re so easy to read, but the book is boring me.”
  • “I think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floor if I couldn’t count on men to slap my ass anymore.”
  • “I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior.”
  • “That doesn’t compare to what I do to myself when you’re not there.”
  • “Don’t think no one understands, it happens every day.”
  • “Why live a lie?”
  • “How did your father die? Was he a good man?”
  • “You were never able to keep me breathing as the water rises up again.”
  • “You should be killed by an army of little girls.”
  • “It’s a simple excuse for a complex crime.”
  • “If I had a dollar for every time I repented the sin and commit the same crime, I’d be sitting on top of the world today.”
  • “I want my innocence back.”
  • “What beautiful dresses and hair!”
  • “Everyone else can watch as their dreams untie, so why can’t I?”
  • “You know the games I play and the words I say when I want my own way.”
  • “Dead is the new alive.”
  • “I’m truly privilaged to look this good without clothes on.”
  • “I’m hurting you for your own good.”
  • “My faith in this world is a bottle of nothing.”
  • “Why live a life that’s painted with pity and sadness and strife?”
  • “I don’t see how I can live this way.”
  • “I’ll tell the truth; all of my songs are pretty much the fucking same.”
  • “You’ll suffer for this, I swear.”
  • “I self medicate with tea.”
  • “I know your tainted flesh, I know your filthy soul, I know each trick you played.”
  • “Morality plays on stages of sin.”
  • “I only gave you the chance to prove the rumours true, and now I’m paying with my life.”
  • “Pray for me, if you dare.”
  • “I’ll die before I’m old.”
  • “I’m open to attack, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
  • “You wanted someone to understand you– well, be careful what you wish, for because I do.”
  • “I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground, so you can never leave.”
  • “You poor pathetic paranoid.”
  • “Thank God I’m pretty!”
  • “Misery loves company and company loves more.”
  • “It’s not the way I want to be.”
  • “Is it just me or do you secretly enjoy it?”
  • “So take me now or take me never; I won’t wait, you’re already late.”
  • “I’ve been dead a thousand years, and lived only two or three.”
  • “Are you suffering?”
  • “Choose your fate.”
  • “I’m blessed with the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied.”
  • “Funny how the only one in your bed is you.”
  • “I demand you put my heart back in my hand, and wipe it clean from the mess you made of me.”
  • “If I had a chance to change my mind, I wouldn’t for the world.”
  • “Do I need you? Yes and no.”
  • “I only wanted a hand to pour my heart into.”
  • “Sing me to sleep.”
  • “I’d die for you, you know I would.”
  • “Don’t make me choose; I’ve got too much to lose.”
  • “You play the victim very well.”
  • “My reasons to live were my reasons to die, but at least they were mine.”
put one of these in my askbox to see how my muse reacts(mumford and sons version)
  • “My heart was never pure”
  • “Don’t leave me alone at this time”
  • “Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think?”
  • “But tell me now, where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart?”
  • “I never meant you any harm”
  • “You’re not as brave as you were at the start”
  • “It was not your fault but mine”
  • “You are not alone in this”
  • “Spare me your judgements”
  • “I know you have felt much more love than you’ve shown”
  • “How can you love?”
  • “Well I guess I’ll just go home”
  • “I know that time has numbered my days”
  • “You hold your truth so purely”
  • “I’m worried that I blew my only chance”
  • “Learn your lesson”
  • “Give me hope in the darkness”
  • “Just promise me we’ll be alright”
  • “Were we too young?”

anonymous asked:

Can you do #30 with adrienette please!

omg you guys why are you so embarrassing. I’m not doing the last part, but I probably will expand on this later to a full one shot. aged up, obviously
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Adrien sighed, checking the time on his phone for what seemed like the 100th time. 19:34. His date was over an hour late.

He picked up his wine glass, swirling it around and staring at the white liquid inside. He shrugged before downing the rest of it in one go. His date was obviously not coming so it didn’t matter if he drank too much.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

He started in surprise, looking up to find a women who was obviously not his date slide into the chair across from him.

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Send to My Muse!
  • Are you mocking me?
  • Are you serious right now?
  • I just want to be alone.
  • Can you please stop that?
  • You are riding my last nerve.
  • I really don't like you.
  • Are you always this annoying?
  • Oh my god, just quit.
  • Shut up!
  • No one cares.
  • You've already told me--50 times.
  • Leave me alone.
  • I don't find that funny.
  • Why are you so rude?
  • You are the most ridiculous person I know.
  • No one wants you here.
  • You're not cool.
  • I don't want to be seen with you.
  • Stop following me.