there were a few more i was gonna put but i didn't have room (((

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Drarry Prompt: (8th year) Where Draco ends up holding Harry's hand every time he is scared. This comes as a surprise to both of them.

Harry gaped at Malfoy, their fingers laced together. Malfoy was staring blankly ahead, his mouth twisted in a frown. Harry was too in shock to say anything. Too confused to move. The had been in Potions, somehow paired up together again, working on their Draught of Living death, when out of nowhere, his hand had flown to Harry’s, gripping it tightly. Harry had been mid-sentence, explaining how they could have used this potion during the war. He found himself unable to finish, his thoughts lost completely. He couldn’t focus with the warmth of Malfoy’s hand in his own. Harry could feel the other boy’s heartbeat, pulsing quickly between his fingers. He swallowed.



Draco shook his head roughly, as if trying to expel the memories from his head. His eyes focused around him and he realised he was sitting in the Potions classroom.


He turned his head, a sneer forming on his face.

“What, Potter? Can’t figure out a simple potion? The instructions are right in front of you.”

Potter looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, as he raised their joined hands. Draco spluttered, a soft blush forming on his face. He ripped his hand away like it was on fire.

“Taking advantage of me? Just wait..” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

Neither of them spoke the rest of the class,


It wasn’t until a Defense Against the Dark Arts class a couple of weeks later that it happened again.

They had been standing next to each other in the semi-circle, waiting for the Boggart to approach. Everyone already knew how to cast a Patronus, but their new Professor had decided it was worth going over again. Draco glanced over at Potter and caught himself staring. He frowned. Draco didn’t know how they kept getting stuck working together. Some inter-house unity bollocks. McGonnagall had decided that after the war, the students who returned needed to get along better and be more accepting of each other. Some Hufflepuff nonsense, as far as Draco was concerned.

Suddenly, it was his turn to face off with the Boggart. He gasped as it shifted and morphed in front of him, and all of a sudden Potter was standing before him, a cruel smile twisting his face. He reached for Potter’s hand, gripping it tightly.


Harry couldn’t move, save for his eyes darting back and forth between Malfoy and the imposter standing in front of him. He vaguely registered that Malfoy was clutching his hand tightly, but he couldn’t focus on that. Why was he Malfoy’s boggart? And then the Boggart Harry started talking.

“I can’t believe I saved you. I should have let you die in that fire. Should have let you die on that bathroom floor. Should have finished the job then.”

Harry noticed Malfoy start shaking, and then realised his own was shaking. He looked down and saw they were holding hands again. When did that happen? He tried to let go, but Malfoy was holding on so tightly he didn’t stand a chance.

“You weren’t worth saving! You just went right back to join Voldemort, then slinked away with your family, your tails between your legs. What good have you done since?”

Harry shook his head and stepped forward, catching the attention of the Boggart, as it changed again, this time into a Dementor. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Of course it was still the same, he still couldn’t get over that fear. The fear of fear itself, as Lupin had said.


The room was silent as the Boggart moved on, and Harry tugged on his hand that was joined with Malfoy’s.

“You know, I don’t regret saving you, right?” He said quietly.

Malfoy finally met his eyes and shook his head slowly, after some time dropping his hand to his side.


One week later, walking with Potter and Pansy in between classes, Draco was pushed against a wall. He turned around to face his attacker and it was some Hufflepuff Eighth Year. He didn’t know his name, but he knew his face. They shared most of their classes together. He didn’t even have time to reach for his wand before the larger boy had his out and pressed against his chest.

“You know, nobody would mind if I just hexed you right here. You shouldn’t have come back. No one wants you here.”

Draco closed his eyes and flinched, not able to defend himself, preparing for the worst.


Justin Finch-Fletchly? When had he developed such a mean streak? Harry started to protest, stepping closer to Malfoy, his hand reaching for his wand, when suddenly it was full of something. He looked down. Malfoy had grabbed his hand. Again. He couldn’t help the smile that started to form on his face, before he brought his attention back to Justin.

“You and I both know what will happen if you do that, and I don’t think you want to fight me.” He started, magic flaring in his veins. Justin’s eyes went wide, and he stepped back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Harry. He’s not worth it, anyway.”

As Justin walked off, Pansy turned to Malfoy.

“I can’t believe you were just going to take it, You didn’t deserve that! Everyone knows the position you were put in, they basically put your entire trial in the Prophet!” She sighed. “Come on, Draco. Let’s go to class.”

As they turned to walk away, Malfoy tugged Harry along. Either he didn’t realise he was still holding on, or he didn’t want to let go. Harry didn’t mind either way.


Eighth years from every house sat huddled together in their shared common room. It was Halloween and somehow Pansy had convinced Draco to participate in the movie night they were having. Some Gryffindor had brought a muggle movie in and Granger had figured out how to make it work without a… television? Whatever that was.

He somehow found himself on the couch, sitting next to Potter, Weasley on his other side. It didn’t bother him as much as he expected.


Harry could feel the heat of Malfoy’s body, his leg pressing against his, but for some reason he didn’t want to move it away. Seamus had brought in Nightmare on Elm street. Harry had heard his cousin talking about it with his friends once, but he had never been able to see it. Thank Merlin Hermione was clever and fixed it so everyone could watch.

He looked over at Malfoy, He had started growing out his hair more, it hung loosely around his face, kissing his cheeks. Harry blushed. He did not think of Malfoy and kissing in the same sentence. He didn’t.

He couldn’t focus the entire movie. He knew there was something going on with this guy going into dreams, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Malfoy. He was so present next to him, he couldn’t stop thinking of their thighs pressing together, their feet resting against each other. He was so preoccupied, he almost didn’t notice when Malfoy’s hand found his, gripping it tightly. He was too busy watching Malfoy’s face, watching his eyebrows shoot into his hair in shock. He swallowed and turned to face the movie, unconsciously stroking the other boy’s hand with his thumb.


“Um.. Malfoy?” Harry finally got his attention, after standing nearby for a few minutes, unsure what to say.

“Yes, Potter? Here to harass me?” He looked up from his book and raised his eyebrow at Harry.

“What’s going on? I mean, with the hand holding? Hermione is making me talk to you. I told her to mind her own business, but then Ron and Neville ganged up on me, too. Um.”

Malfoy scoffed.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you should go.”

“I… don’t mind.” Harry struggled to get out. “The hand holding, I mean. I just don’t understand. You hate me.”

Malfoy just stared at him. Harry stood there for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded sharply.

“Right, then. Right. Okay.”

He turned and rushed out of the library.


Draco caught up to Potter near the Great Hall.

“Wait!” He called out, coming to a stop a few feet behind him. “I… I don’t know. The hand thing. It just happened. And then again.”

Harry turned and frowned.

“So, what?”

“I mean, I don’t hate you.” Draco forced out. “I don’t think I ever did, not really. I think I was just angry. And jealous. And, well. I don’t think Pansy understands. What I had to go through. What you went through.”

Harry tilted his head to one side. Draco thought he looked like a confused puppy, and shoved down the thought that it was slightly adorable.

“But, why?”

Draco sighed.

“I’m not sure. That potions class. It’s like I was back in the war. You were talking about it and then I was there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And Defense? That boggart-” Draco clenched his jaw and looked away.

Harry stepped closer.

“It’s okay, you know. To be scared?”

Draco frowned.

“I’m not! Why would I be scared, Potter?”


His head snapped up at Harry’s use of his name.

Harry held out his hand and Draco took it, a slow grin forming on his face. Together, they walked into the Great Hall.

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Pics Or It Didn’t Happen

A/N: An anon request for one where the team is playing Cards Against Humanity. Spencer and the reader are the worst/best and keep making each other laugh. The team never expected this out of either of them. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn

Warnings: Cards Against Humanity can end up being a very dirty game. So sex talk? I guess?


“Okay, so this game is completely and totally subjective?” Rossi asked confused after Morgan explained the rules for the second time.

It was a wonder you’d all managed to get Rossi and to come. Hotch was home with Jack because Jack was having a sleepover and Hotch was having a sleepover of his own with Beth, so no one thought you’d be able to convince Rossi to come play this fucked up game. “Yes, Rossi,” you laughed, taking a sip of wine as you passed out the cards. “Each one of us gets ten white cards. There’s one black card that everyone has to ‘complete’ with one of our white cards. Then the ‘Card Czar’ which changes with each round, picks whatever answer they think is the funniest. The goal is to get each other to laugh. We all clear?”

Rossi shrugged. Garcia excitedly shuffled through her cards. Morgan had the same smirk he always did when he assumed he was going to win. JJ and Emily both had game faces on and you and Spencer were quietly sipping at the wine and beed you’d chosen for the night.

Finally, the cards were dealt and the game could begin. “Okay, Rossi, you can be the ‘Card Czar’ first, so you’re not going to put down an answer, you’ll just judge ours.”

“That I can do,” he said snarkily, as he took a swig of the wonderfully-aged bourbon he’d brought from home. “The first card is What’s that sound?”

Everyone glanced between each other and the cards and everyone put down their answers. It was going to be funny to have Rossi read some of these out loud. “Okay, here we go. What’s that sound? I’m gonna guess who’s who. Crushing the patriarchy. That has to be Emily. The new Radiohead album. I feel like that’s JJ. A cop who is also a dog. That has to be Garcia. Even more money. I bet that’s Y/N. Morgan’s has to be the one that I refuse to speak out loud, which leaves Spencer’s, the one I’m gonna pick beep beep boop beep boop.”

Spencer started to snicker under his breath. As his best friend in the entire world, you would’ve easily picked that one out as his. He was probably thinking of Doctor Who. “Emily’s was my next pick with crushing the patriarchy.” She couldn’t help but pump her fists in the air and take a bow. 

As the night wore on, you traded the ‘Card Czar’ position. Everyone knew who to save the dirty answers for - it was whenever Emily and Morgan were the Card Czars. Something none of them expected however, was that you and Spencer would also pull the dirty cards out. When Emily had the card, Feeling so Grateful #amazing #mylife #blank, you’d put down #having sex with a man and then eating his head, and Spencer, of all fucking people, put down #setting my balls on fire and cartwheeling to Ohio. “Oh my god,” Emily screeched. “I thought that was Morgan. Reid?” 

“This is fun,” he said, finishing the rest of his beer. “I get to surprise you all.” You also tended to bring out the dirty answers when Spencer was choosing because it was always fun to make him read the dirty cards aloud. “My turn.” The card wasn’t all that great and most people’s answer sucked and weren’t funny, but the last card was “Three dicks at the same time, nice,” Spencer said. “That has to be Y/N and it’s by far the funniest.”

“What is with you two?” JJ cried, throwing her hands up in the air so fast she nearly lost her booze. Garcia was just sitting there slack jawed, unable to figure out how the two seemingly innocent ones were pulling the dirtiest cards, and Morgan kept slapping Spencer on the back with each dirty card he pulled. Rossi on the other hand was stilling downing bourbon and looking at you all like he was an exhausted father trying to keep his kids in line. 

“Just because you think we’re innocent, doesn’t mean we actually are,” Spencer laughed, giggling so hard he fell backwards onto the floor. Reaching between you, you clinked your wine glass against Spencer’s beer bottle. 

You couldn’t help but smirk at everyone’s surprised faces. “This is fun,” you snickered. “Let’s keep going. I’m the Czar now bitches.” This is how every game of Cards Against Humanity went, every single time, no matter who was playing it. The game started off with everyone trying to make sense, and by the end, it evolved into who could be the dirtiest. “The card this round is…Oh no, Siri, how do I fix…? And go!”

By the looks on everyone’s faces, you could tell this was gonna be a good round. “Everyone’s got dirty cards, I can tell. I’m just gonna read off the six cards.” You paused, noticing the theme for this round was apparently anal sex or butt stuff of some kind. “Crazy anal orgasms, a finger up the butt, anal beads, what the fuck, people, unsheathing my massive horse cock, a medium horchata, and the ukulele version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Oh my god, guys.” Rossi was flabbergasted. If he ever looked at you all the same way again it would be a miracle. 

For a few moments, you just looked around, trying to gauge who picked what card. “I’m assuming Rossi picked a medium horchata.”

“Wrong,” he smiled, reaching out to pick the anal beads card. 


Everyone fell back in peels of laughter. Rossi? Really? Who were any of you kidding? Rossi was no doubt into some shit back in the day. It took a good five minutes for everyone to stop laughing, and Rossi to pour himself another bourbon before you could pick the winner. “This is too hard. It’s stumping me. My guess is that Somewhere Over the Rainbow is Garcia.” She nodded her head, sweetly taking her card back. “My winner is unsheathing my massive horse cock.”

From the side, came Spencer’s hand, grabbing his card with the biggest grin on his face. “Oh my god, Spence.” You snorted so hard, wine came out of your nose. “Pics or it didn’t happen!”

“Y/N, I am so drunk right now. Don’t tempt me.”

This game was probably going to end soon because no one could keep a poker face anymore. Spencer couldn’t stop laughing, and seeing him so drunk and happy made you giggle. You couldn’t control yourselves. Somewhere in the background, you heard Emily say something about how you wanted to tap that - which you wouldn’t deny. Morgan kept yelling for Spencer to take you into a room and pull down his pants. Rossi, of course, sipped at his bourbon with all the exasperation of a single father who couldn’t keep his kids in line, and JJ and Garcia were just sitting back and thoroughly enjoying everyone’s drunkenness. “We need to get them drunk more often,” Garcia laughed. 

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"I'm personally offended that you didn't want me to be your fake date" with Anthony?

“How did it go?” Anthony asked the moment you stepped inside the door of your shared apartment.

You sighed and kicked off your heels before walking to join Anthony on the couch.

“It was alright, Louis was enjoying the whole fake dating thing way too much. He kept putting his hands on my waist and kissing my cheek and neck and stuff. It was definitely believable that we were together considering how he was all over me.” You shuddered, still able to feel Louis’ lips against your cheek if you thought too hard about the dinner.

“I’m personally offended that you didn’t want me to be your fake date.” Anthony pouted with playful eyes.

You laughed and nudged him lightly.

“I had to get someone who has authentic interest in me. Louis has had a crush on me for years so any sort of “love” would be real and my parents would fall for it.” You chuckled, opening your clutch to take out your phone.

When you looked back up at Anthony, he was staring at you with an uncertainty on his face.

“You alright, Ant?”

“Yeah…I’m fine.” Anthony turned to the TV, picking up the remote.

“I know you. I know your tone of voice Anthony, something is bothering you. Are you really upset I didn’t take you with me?” You moved closer to him, trying to get him to look at you.

“Why would I be mad? It’s not like I love you or something.” He mumbled, flipping through different channels.

“I know you love me Anthony but not in the way I needed to be showcased tonight.” You leaned forward, taking Anthony’s hand into yours as you have done a million times before.

“How would you know that!” Anthony snapped at you, pulling his hand away.

You jumped back in surprise, letting his words hang in the air as you put the pieces together. Anthony sighed, his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I just…” Anthony lifted his head from his hands, staring ahead at the TV though he wasn’t paying attention to what was on.

“You just…what?” You encouraged him to continue, moving even closer to him. 

You had to make sure you weren’t getting the wrong idea.

“I love you.” Anthony murmured so softly you almost didn’t hear him.

You both sat in silence for a few moments, the reality tv show being the only thing that filled the room. Anthony has said those three words to you more times than you could count but this time they held a different weight. A weight that made your stomach drop. Your best friend loves you. He’s in love with you.

“Anthony. Please look at me.” You whispered softly, placing a hand on his leg. 

Anthony was reluctant at first but eventually, he turned his head to take in the sight that made his heart race for the past couple of years. Your hair which was all done up for the dinner, your eyes and how they always had such vibrant life in them, your lips which were upturned into a small smile. He stared at your lips for a while, forgetting his focus was supposed to be on your eyes. For the first time, you realized the look on Anthony’s face when he was looking at you. Had he always looked at you like this? How could you have missed something that was so obvious?

“Kiss me.” You said, setting your phone behind you while keeping your eyes on Anthony.

“What?” Anthony blinked a couple of times in confusion, as if his ears were playing tricks on him.

“Kiss me, Ramos.” You repeated, leaning in closer to him.

You stopped a few inches away from him, giving him the chance to close the gap. Anthony hesitated but then he looked into your eyes and knew this wasn’t something you were doing out of pity, you wanted him to kiss you. So he did, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a timid kiss. You ran your fingers through Anthony’s hair, resting your hand at the nape of his neck, hoping it would make him relax more. When Anthony cupped your cheek and moved closer to you, you knew it had worked. What was once a shy kiss turned into a heated clash of teeth, lips, and tongues. Anthony was letting years of repressed emotions come out of him and into the kiss. Before you knew it, you were straddling Anthony’s lap, his hands gripping your hips. You both pulled away, breathing hard and looking at each other.

“Well…” You spoke up first, not sure what to say.

“Yeah.” Anthony chuckled, speechless as well.

“I definitely didn’t think I was gonna come home to this.” You lowered yourself onto Anthony’s lap, fingers still playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“I didn’t think I would ever tell you how I felt so, I think we’re equally surprised.” 

You giggled, hiding your face in Anthony’s neck.

“Do you think…we could do this again?” Anthony whispered softly, hoping he wasn’t ruining the moment.

You pulled away from his neck and looked at him. You were contemplating what to respond with but, words didn’t seem to be right for this situation. Instead, you leaned forward and pecked Anthony’s lips. A grin spread across Anthony’s face, the one that came out when he was inexplicably happy. You had no idea what this meant for your relationship but, now wasn’t the time to worry about that. 

Listen to me

Negan x reader 

Words count : 2,093 

Warnings : Negan language, smut, NSFW, Y/N. 

Fandom : The Walking Dead 

You were a new member of the Saviors. You’ve been on your own for about a month after you lost the members of your group. You came across members of the Saviors who got you back to their place, the Sanctuary. You’ve met Negan and he, obviously wanted to make you one of his wives, but you said no. He wouldn’t give up that easily.

Originally posted by marythenurse

You woke up this morning, kind of tired after yesterday’s run. You lazily got up, got some random clothes on, it wouldn’t matter that long since you were going to take a shower. You took some clean clothes, and some underwear Negan got you. You told him that you wouldn’t become one of his wives but he kept on trying. And even though you would never become one, feeling desired again felt kind of good. You headed outside your room, walking down the corridor when suddenly you felt someone holding your wrist tight enough to make your hand turn red. There he was, Negan. “Ouch, you’re hurting me !” you screamed, causing him to hold you tighter. “oh, you have no fucking idea how fucking hard it’s been for me. Seeing you walking this fine ass around, flirting with those pricks when you can have, ME.” he said as he leaned over you, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. 

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Be More Michael!

a/n: At first, I can’t see any situation where Michael takes a squip. But seeing how I put an (with a name and everything) au out there I have it a shot by shimmying around some very circumstantial stuff. 
summary: Michael just wanted a tictac
VERY QUESTIONABLE PLOT?? drug mentioned (mainly pot and squip)

“Wait so it’s like drugs?” Michael muttered as they walked side by side down to the Payless. He rummaged through his hoodie’s pockets and began picking at the lint he found in every crevice. “Are you sure you wanna take drugs? You know JUST stopped gagging when you take a drag of the blunt” Michael winked at him, sticking out his tongue adding a bit more insult to his tease.

Jeremy turned up his nose and stiffened his spine trying to make himself look taller. “It’s not drugs…it’s a computer…or whatever, I don’t know how to explain it. Rich had this cool song…” He waved his hands in front of him. “It’s from Japan.” His voice went up a few octaves before cracking, trying to recreate the feel.

Michael nodded a bit, “sounds legit.” The closer they got the more Jeremy began to perspire beside him. “Dude stop walking like someone who’s about to make a drug deal.”

“W-What” Jeremy flinched then looked around nervously. “I-I look like someone who’s going to make a deal!”

“That or you look like someone who’s about to take a major dump in his pants.” Michael clapped his hands on Jeremy’s shoulders and gave him a small squeeze. “Just be chill.”

“That’s MY problem, I don’t know how to be CHILL, Michael.” He hung his head a bit and sighed. “…I wish I can be more like you.” He chuckled a bit. “You’re always pretty chill.”

“Be more like me then, walk in there and trade in hundreds of dollars for a possibility of awesomeness…or a complete and utter waste of time.”

“I don’t think anyone could be more Michael, Michael” Jeremy’s blue eyes disarmed Michael’s heart and he felt all his taunts and best friend banter go out the window and into speeding traffic. “Say…uh…you usually buy your weed…mind…ya know…” He swayed a bit, pulling a very sweet Heere smile.

How could Michael say no? With a few groans and eye rolls, Jeremy slapped the bills into Michael’s hand went to wait for him inside of Spencer’s. Michael walked in with a little more sauve than Jeremy but he couldn’t shake the small voice that reminded him he was packing 600$ of money that didn’t belong to him. The drug deal was suddenly weighing on him a bit harder than his usually dime-bag deal. Still, Jeremy was counting on him and he pushed through the Payless and walked over to an exceptionally greasy looking stock boy behind the counter. “I’m here for the…stuff.” Michael leaned up against the desk, keeping his face turned away from the employee.

“The stuff?” He repeated in a monotone voice.

“Yea-yea man you know the stuff, that stuff, that special stuff.” Michael waved his hand coolly, he even popped the hood of his hoodie up adding to the effect. He was so suave, Jeremy would cream himself if he saw him. Wait—why did that come to mind. Suddenly Michael felt himself flush and a hand come to his mouth. Suddenly he felt the box nudge his arm and he looked down. So there it was…600 dollars worth of drugs. He opened it up to check and his face fell… “My…dude…” he muttered opening the box fully “what the hell is this?”

“Size eight-n-a half red pumps from the back room.” He shrugged, “We ran out a week ago, I’ve been holding onto it for the right price.”

“Do I look like I’m here for a size eight heel?” He pulled up the shoe by the heel and began to wave it around.

The stockman shrugged then waved his hand over his face, “probably and maybe a tictac.”

Michael groaned and leaned in a bit to the counter against the stockboy’s wishes. “I’m here for…the squip?” He whispered watching the man’s eyes go from dull to very steely and cold. He gave Michael a nod and went to the backroom. After two long minutes of waiting he returned with a regular looking shoe box. Michael opened it up a second time half expecting another pair of shoes when he noticed a baggie with a long, off gray pill inside. “So…this is it?” This tiny thing was worth 600$?

“400.” The guy grunted, Michael blinked.

“Wait w-”
“You heard me, four. Hundred.”

There was no arguing with that, Michael handed over the money saving Jeremy two hundred dollars and getting the drugs for him. He was going to be his hero. “Alright, oh can I have a tictac too?” He breathed into his closed hand and wondered if he had severe sushi breath.

“Here take it with Red Dew, and also, before you go I gotta tell you that–” He handed over the mint then realized Jenna was strolling over. “We’re all out!”

“Of…shoes?” She shook her head a bit then looked at Michael.

“Right.” The stock boy turned his attention to Jenna and left Michael to his devices. Michael didn’t seem to think there was anything else he needed to know. A drug was a drug and from what he knew pills got ingested. A part of him did worry though…his brother and his father were big on the war against drugs. His brother more so he was turning into Michael’s police man when it came to his future. He made his way towards the Spencer’s, thumbing the tictac in his hand while he examined the pill some more.

“Well lil buddy, you’re gonna make my buddy super cool…” He chuckled talking to the small pill. “Which shouldn’t be too hard, Jeremy is already the coolest, but I guess sharing that kind of cool-a-tude with the rest of the world won’t be bad. After all” Michael felt his smile soften a bit. “After, all Christine won’t be able to resist him once she gets to know him.”

For a second Michael thought about…well what if he didn’t give this to Jeremy. Nothing would change, he wouldn’t have to share Jeremy with anyone. No one would have to know how Jeremy was awesome at Mario Kart, or the fact he held the n64 controller WRONG by using that weird middle handle. Or the way he wrinkled his nose right before he laughed like he was trying to fight it back. No one had to know that Jeremy could name the best 80s B-rate horror films in order of blood content. No one had to know that Jeremy had a small mole on his hip that as a kid his father would say was his tickle button. No one had to know the Jeremy Michael knew…He held the pill in his hand feeling like he could crush it in his palm…then sighed, stuffing it in his pocket.

It would crush Jeremy. It would suck if Jeremy was unhappy. He bit his bottom lip and smiled, feeling his muscles relax with defeat. If this made Jeremy happy… well then Michael didn’t need any more reason than that. After all what were bros for? He smirked as he watched Jeremy narrowly avoid half of the anime merch, even with his back to it, Michael knew he was probably eyeing some shirt or poster. “Jeeeer” Michael sang as he walked through the store. “I got your drugs.”

“MICHAEL” Jeremy shrieked cupping both hands at his mouth. “Don’t! SAY!THAT!” He hissed, turning red from the tips of his ears down to his neck.

“Tehe.” Michae chuckled beneath his hands. “Alright, alright, oh and I saved you 200$.”

“Wow, and here was worried I blew ALL of my money.” Jeremy opened the box and blinked. There was no pill, his face went pale for a second when Michael pulled his hand from his pocket and presented him with the small white pill. “Jesus, Michael you scared me!”

“Is it ok for a Jewish kid to swear to Jesus?” Jeremy shrugged a bit and it forced a small laugh out of Michael as his friend looked at the pill. “Well…there it is, cool in a capsule. You ready?”

“You wanna split it?” Jeremy asked his eyes on it, this was going to change his life. He could feel it.

“I don’t think it works like that…plus I like knowing when you’re cool, you’re gonna owe me.” He winked. “You gotta drink that with Mountain Dew, by the way.”

“Why?” Jeremy didn’t mind but it felt like a strange combination.

“No clue, just do it.” Michael was ready to watch Jeremy take his first steps into drug induced popularity when his phone buzzed. He snatched it out of his hoodie pocket and pouted. “I gotta run, brother is coming home tomorrow and I have to help mom clean out his room.”

“I didn’t think Ryan would be back so soon, isn’t he like…in college?”

“Yea he’s only coming for a short while before finals hit him. Then we won’t hear from him for another few weeks.” Michael shrugged, “sooo that means tomorrow night, we’re hanging at your place!”

With a ruffle of Jeremy’s short, tuffed brown hair Michael was off. He didn’t hear much from Jeremy after that, Michael felt like asking how it went and whether he was alright. However he was probably enjoying his new popularity, more importantly his mom had him carry down boxes of junk that had been storing in Ryan’s room to the basement, Aka Michael’s man cave. “Are we done yet, MA?” He called from down stairs feeling grungier than usual.

“Si~” She sang from the kitchen.

Michael slumped into his beanbag and stared at the second one beside him. He wondered if Jeremy would be too cool for video games? No, that was unlikely. Jeremy would be himself, just…maybe less sweaty and better breath. “Ah… right.” He dug his hands into his pocket and found his tictac. He popped it into his mouth and rolled it around in his tongue. It wasn’t right, no mint flavor and it was surprisingly sleeker than he thought.

“Michael, tienes hambre? (Michae are you hungry?)” his mother called from upstairs.

“Nah Ma I’m fine-aH” He spoke while his tongue was still testing the strange pill in his mouth. He felt the tictac roll down his throat and in a moment of pure shock he reached for his soda and chugged it down dislodging the small object from his throat canal.  “Fuck…” He hissed, gulping making sure he was not going to choke on a tictac. What a lame death that would be.

Michael took off his glasses and rubbed his watery eyes. The moment past and he reached for his phone realizing he had a missed call from Jeremy. Probably called while he was helping his mother. His hand paused when he heard, so clearly a voice say.

Calibrating Cerebral functions

“Huh…” Michael looked around and stared at his TV which was very clearly off.

Identifying …Michael Mell…Self confident, glorified…loser.

“Wait woah who said that, I am not a glorified loser! … I’m a regular loser with great qualities.” He spoke back to the disembodied voice.

Well, then regular loser Michael. This…is going to hurt.

And it did.

Storm Before The Calm

Summary: after a fight that leaves the reader crushed and paranoid, they try to stay the night at Kat and Amy’s but Ethan still needs to explain himself

A/N: im really bad at summaries but im tryin g. also i only use nb pronouns when i write without requests so

You couldn’t quite remember what had set the two of you off. Something about a boyfriend and a messy apartment and too much stress frying your brain. You’d ended up yelling at each other somehow and gotten to the topic of, well, each other. Ethan yelled about how frustrating you were sometimes and you snapped.

“Why do you even like me then?” You spit at him. You’re shaking a little, head spinning. You feel a bit like you’re gonna throw up.

“I don’t!” His words are sharp and feel more like knives flying past you, slicing into your skin and leaving you bleeding.


Staggering backwards, you reach blindly for your bag. You need to go. Oh God, you knew it. You knew it. He hated you, he’d been faking this entire time.

Ethan’s face falls when he realizes what he’s said, how he’s just outed himself. “Y/N wait! That’s not what I-”

But you’re already heading for the door. He tries to grab your wrist but you yank it away, pulling the front door open. When you speak, your voice is oddly calm.

“It’s okay. It’s fine, Eth.” You see him flinch at the nickname. Part of you feels bad but there’s an even smaller part that revels in it. “I understand. Ev-….. It’s fine, okay? But I’m gonna go for tonight.”

This time, his grip on your wrist is much tighter and it takes you two hard tries to tug yourself away. Stumbling out the front door, you scramble to your car and pull out of the driveway before Ethan can follow you.

You’re not sure how long you drive but when your brain tunes back in you’re at a red light. The streets are abandoned, the streetlights giving the world an eerie glow. Leaning your forehead on top of the hand on the steering wheel, you pull your phone out of your pocket. You don’t know who to call. All of your friends were his friends first, they probably all feel the same way. You think about calling Laura, your first roommate in the city, but she had never been too empathetic. A second of consideration ruled out the guy you’d dated a few times about a month ago. You hadn’t really been that close and he and Ethan had really disliked each other. He might assume the worst if you called him.

Breathing out, you gave in. Pulling your phone out, your finger hovered over Kat’s contact name before you remembered how rare it was for her to be on her phone. Shit.

With even more trepidation, you found Amy’s number. You loved her, of course, but something about how close she was with Ethan made you think they’d be on the same wavelength when it came to their feelings towards you. You tapped the call button before you could back out and held the phone up to your ear. On the last ring, Amy’s groggy voice crackled out of your speakers.

“Hullo?” It sounded like she’d just woken up you realized as you checked the clock on your dash. The numbers 1:36 flashed at you and immediately you felt guilty.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t realize how late it was.” You apologize. Your voice is stuffy and cracking and it dawns on you that you’d been tearing up before you answered. You cough to try and cover it up but Amy’s a fucking emotional bloodhound.

“Woah hey why are you crying? Are you okay?” You hear shuffling as she scrambles to sit up.

“I’m okay, Ames. Promise. I was just wondering if I could crash at your place tonight?”

“What happened? Is everything alright with Ethan?” The worry in her voice makes you feel guilty and you cringe.

“It’s okay, Ames. I’m fine I just… I need to stay somewhere. Is that okay?” You feel shitty but you don’t even have time to take back the request before Amy is saying of course it’s okay and telling you to get your ass over there.

Hanging up and glancing at the road before you begin driving again, you sigh. Amy probably wouldn’t act this way if she didn’t like you, right? Ugh. You didn’t know and what happened with Ethan was making you feel paranoid. You trusted him so much, you’d thought it’d been mutual. Shaking the thoughts away before you started crying, you focused your full attention on driving.

Amy answered the door before you’d even finished knocking, pulling you inside immediately. “What happened? Oh gosh you were crying did someone hurt you? I’ll kill them I swear to God.” She held your face gently in her hands and stared at you like she was searching for a wound.

You laughed, but it turned into a sob halfway through. Amy pulled you forward into a crushing hug, tittering and worrying.

“Amy I’m okay. Shh it’s alright. Come on, I don’t want to wake Kathryn.” You hugged her back, trying to calm her.

“Too late.” You heard a tired voice say, making you jump.

“Jesus Christ, Kat!” You yelped, pressing a hand to your chest as Amy squeaked in surprise.

Kathryn smiled before she noticed your state. Messy hair and tears on your face. “What happened?” She asked, approaching you quickly and putting her steady hands on your shoulders.

“I- Ethan and I…” You didn’t know what to tell them. You felt kind of pathetic now, running to them crying after one fight. Kathryn, though, looked pissed. Her eyes hardened and her grip tightened. She always had been a bit overprotective.

“What did he do? I swear to God if he-”

“He didn't… Did he?” Amy’s worried voice broke in.

“No no hey he didn’t do anything. It’s okay we just…. fought a little. Some… words were said.” You scoff. “I sort of got mad and questioned why he even liked me and he said he didn’t.” You rush, biting your lip and looking at the ground once the words are out.

“Oh. Honey, no. I’m sure it was a misunderstanding, Ethan’s your friend.” Kathryn rushes towards you to pull you into a hug and you let her.

“I… I don’t know. He sounded so sure and I just- I was scared to even come here because I thought…. I thought you were his friends first and you all felt the same way.”

“How could you ever think that! You’re our friend and you know it.” Amy joins Kathryn and coddling you, petting your hair until you laugh, ducking away from them both.

“I know, I know. I just… Ugh. I don’t really feel like talking about it any more tonight. Is that okay?”

“Of course, Y/N. Come on, since we’re all up we can watch a movie.” You smile as Amy guides you to the living room and all but forces you into a pile of blankets on the couch. Kathryn ducks out of the room and returns a few minutes later with a bag of popcorn.

“If this is happening, we gotta do it right!” She says, voice determined. You all settle on the couch and the girls refrain from asking you about Ethan, which you appreciate.

Halfway through the second movie, as you’re nodding off with your head on Kat’s arm, a sharp knock at the door makes you jump. Amy almost falls off the couch in her effort to disentangle herself from the blankets, mumbling a “who the fuck” under her breath.The knock comes again, louder and more insistent and Amy yanks the door open. Immediately she looks angry.

“Dude what the fuck?” She starts but a voice cuts her off.

“Is Y/N here?”

You tense because fuck that’s Ethan. Kat’s arm tightens around you when Ethan steps into the front room. “Ethan, dude,what the h-” Amy calls but he’s already rushing towards you.

“You scared the shit out of me! Y/N what the fuck! You weren’t answering your phone. I called Mark and Tyler and nether of them had heard from you do you know how fucking terrified I was?” You look guiltily at your bag in the corner where you had left your phone.

Kat glares at him from her spot next to you. “What are you doing here, Ethan?”

”Kat it’s okay please don’t be mad at him.” You beg. Ethan looks a bit terrified under her angry gaze, gulping and fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket.

“I-I needed to talk with Y/N.”

“I don’t think right now is a good time.”


“No, Ethan.”

“Hey!” You pipe up. “You aren’t allowed to argue because of me, stop that.” You wiggle out from under the blankets and stand in front of Ethan. “We can talk, it’s fine.” You grab his shoulder and lead him towards the front door, ignoring Kat’s protests. Amy stutters, trying to take in what the hell is happening as you slip through the front door and close it behind the both of you.

“Y/N you scared me so bad!” Ethan starts immediately. “I couldn’t get you to answer your phone and it was so late I thought you’d-” He cuts himself off, breathing deeply.

“Sorry…” You rub the back of your neck. “I left my phone in my bag.”

“God you shouldn’t be the one apologizing. About earlier-”

“I don’t know what you have to say that might make this better, Ethan.”

“If you’d listened to me you would have-”

“I listened just fine, Ethan! I’m not that stupid you said you didn’t like me so I-”

“No! That’s what I’m saying! You didn’t stay long enough for me to explain myself. That’s not at all what I meant!”

“Then what did you mean?” You said, voice ambivalent with both anger and confusion.

“I was trying to say ‘I don’t like you, I love you’. You’re one of my best friends, Y/N! I just didn’t get to finish…”

Oh my God. Oh my god, Ethan you are an idiot!” You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. All this mess because of some miscommunication. “Why in the world would you do that?”

“I-I… It would be like in the movies! When they do the big feelings reveal!” Ethan’s mouth snaps shut at that and he blushes.

Feelings? What the fuck?

“Did you- Feelings reveal?” Ethan blushes hard and stares at his shoes. “Are you… Do you?” You don’t even know what to say.

“Love you? Yeah. In… In a more than friends way? Uh… Yeah.” Ethan still won’t look at you and you sigh quickly. Well… that sure is a development.

“Would you- Hey, Eth, would you look at me?” Ethan’s head pops up a bit, cheeks still pink. “That's… This is fine. I’m into it I… more than a friend way love you too…” You didn’t even realize it until then, but once you say it you know it’s true.

Ethan beams at you and your stomach flips. It’s like his entire attitude has changed as he stands up straighter and bounces on the balls of his feet. “Really? Like really really?” He laughs and pulls you in for a tight hug that surrounds you in the best way. He’s warm and still a little jittery and you giggle as he rests his face on your shoulder to look up at you. “Woah.” He breathes and you laugh.

It’s a split second decision as you lean down and peck his lips lightly. It doesn’t last more than a second but when you pull away Ethan’s eyes are wide and his laugh is giddy. “Nice.”

You laugh and shove him off you. “Come on, dumbass. Let’s get inside before they think we killed each other.” Ethan laughs lightly, taking your hand as you reach to open the door.

Amy and Kat are sitting on the sofa looking anxious and frustrated, respectively. You pull Ethan through the door, hands still entwined, and announce “Ethan is a fucking idiot!”

Amy gasps and points at your hands. “Did he? Did you?” She jumps from her seat and crowds you while Kathryn smirks at you over her shoulder.

You smile at Amy. “Ethan doesn’t know how to use his fucking words.” Ethan looks sheepish, agreeing with you under his breath.

“Thank God that’s over.” Kat teases, poking your side as you settle down on the couch again. “I really thought I’d have to kill him.”

“Shush! Less drama, more Disney movies.” Ethan curls up next to you as Amy presses play on the remote. Hands still entwined, you sit with Ethan and the girls until you can feel yourself drifting off again. You’d have to talk more with Ethan, about what was going to happen, but that could come later. Right now you wanted peace. And that’s what you got.

anonymous asked:

Ok. So, to find out when the game itself takes place, you've gotta know when the studio was open. At first, I assumed that Bendy was a rubberhose toon from the height of that style of cartoons. That would put their timeline between 1925 and 1935. Since Sammy recognized Henry but Henry didn't know about the studio extensions in the basement, Henry would have had to leave the studio sometime around 1928. However, Henry also wasn't around for the instillation of the ink machine,… (Mo 1)

(2) which Sammy said was build “over their heads”. So Sammy was either: 1.) downstairs when the ink machine was built, or 2.) the tape recorder was moved downstairs. We also know from Wally’s recordings that Joey had “everyone” donate something from their workstations, so the employees at that time were pretty few. Each item can probably be associated with a specific person; the book is Joey’s the record Sammy’s, and I imagine the doll belinged to the guy who did toys. (Mo)

(3) But based on how small the company was at the time (and modelling it off Disney’s early years) I can’t imagine Henry wasn’t working there at that time; in fact, the inkwell could be his. So where’s the overlap, and how did Joey publish a book if the company was that small? Demonic hijinks definitely accounts for some of it, but the timing is weird. If (basing this assumption off Wally’s first recording) the ink machine was put up very soon after the pedestals, … (Mo)

(4) then it’s possible Henry left between the pedestals and the ink machine. That still doesn’t leave a lot of time for Henry knowing and being super close to all his coworkers, but it works. UNTIL I saw someone notice the “Buy Bonds” mark I hadn’t seen before on one of the episode posters. When I researched, I couldn’t find any examples of cartoon propaganda in WWI. WWII, however, is well known for it. Now we’d have to rework what we already figured out for a new timeperiod. (Mo)

(5) First off, why would this studio still be using rubberhose-style animation long after it had gone out of style? They probably started the studio right before rubberhose went out, and wouldn’t or couldn’t update it. That puts them starting the studio in the 1934-1935 range. That’s good, because it gives plenty of time between the founding to when it went mad. Wally said that the animations weren’t being finished on time anymore, which means they had a time schedule. (Mo)

(6?) A time schedule like that would probably be imposed by a distributer. At this time, probably the studio was doing a lot of work for the government and military and being funded by them (hence “Buy Bonds”). This is probably about the time that Joey really stopped caring about the actual animations. The extensions probably also happened around then. So when did Henry leave the studio? Probably right before the studio was doing animations for the military. (Mo)

(7) At that time, Joey was probably already starting to slip. There were probably already plans for an extension to the studio, and rudimentary plans for the ink machine. This would’ve been about 1940-1941. Henry would have been really familiar with everyone there, maybe to the point of leaving behind a keepsake that could later be used for the pedestals. The extensions are built, the ink machine installed, more employees hired, and the studio went under probably late 40’s. (Mo)

(8; last one, promise!) Whether the studio went under because of money or demonic issues is up for interpretation. So, assuming that demonic stuff means that Henry went back exactly 30 years after he left the studio, the game may take place in 1970 or 1971. All of that is, of course, a guess. I’ve found it fun to try to connect the game to the actuall history of animation. I guess only time and new chapters will reveal what really happened! Thanks for letting me do this. -Mo💚

Dang when you said it was the length of a novel you weren’t kidding.

Anyways, let’s try and go through this one thing at a time.

Keep reading


Summary: you’re a metahuman who has the ability to control and sneak into someone’s mind by just looking at them. You can also turn people into stone like Medusa. You were affected by the particle accelerator. You and Barry become close.

Ship: Fem!Reader

Warning: fluff, swearing, angst, flashback, tears, fighting, blood, etc.

Third P.O.V.

(Y/n) walked into Jitters, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room as she made her way to the cash register. Sun glasses on, covering her eyes. She wore them all the time. There wasn’t a moment where she didn’t have them on. She was too afraid to part with them, for she might hurt someone… like… last time.. (Y/n) ordered her drink, grabbing it before slipping into a chair. She couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes watching her.. multiple pairs..? She peered over her shoulder to see three people peel their gaze away from her. (Y/n)’s heart rate quickened. What if they know..?

A few seconds went by before she got up and left the cafe. Footsteps heard from behind, she fastens her pace. Before she could do anything, however, she was swooped up out of know where. It took a few minutes for her to adjust to the rather bright lighting, despite her shades. A yellowish red blur ran past her before stopping. “Hello, (Y/n) (Y/L/N).” Once her eyes adjusted, she brought her hand down from her face only to see three people around her age. A woman with long brunette hair, clean dressed, heels, and a pointed but soft look. A man with long hair, not as long as the woman.

A jean rolled up jacket with a star wars t-shirt, slightly shorter out than the other two. The last man was tall with gorgeous brunette hair, pulled over to the side. His eyes were a deep and bright green. Kinda like hers… Except they didn't hurt people.. When she spoke, she took a step back, obviously shaken up. “Where am I?! Who are you?!” The drop dead gorgeous brunette walked forward while (Y/n) took the same amount of steps back. “I’m Barry Allen. You were affected by the particle accelerator. We’re here to ask for your help.” The woman spoke up, kindly. “We actually want to study you. You seem to possess a rare ability given to you due to the accelerator.”

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(Y/n) fiddled with her hands, muttering so quietly it was almost inaudible. “What if refuse?” The other gentleman replied with a warm smile. “Than you can go. And we’ll leave you alone. Well-as long as you don’t terrorize the city-” The woman practically hissed at him. Her glare was terrifying. He cleared his throat, not daring to look at her. “But that’s not gonna happen- I’m Cisco, by the way. And that’s-” pointing to the woman. “Caitlyn.” Barry stepped forward, looking down at me with a warm smile. “We want to help you control your powers. We want to study you and help you. What d'ya say?” (Y/n) bit her lip, swallowing her saliva as she fiddled with her fingers, looking over the room before answering. “I’ll help you. I just want to not be afraid anymore.”

A few weeks past, and already so much has changed in (Y/n)’s life. Slowly but surely, she became more and more comfortable with herself and her new found friends. After work, she would come and test her abilities, which varied. Sometimes she was able to read minds or move things. Other moments, she was able to turn things into stone…like Medusa. Of course, she hadn’t shown them that part of her yet. Today was the day she would do it. (Y/n) walked in to Star Labs, hands shaky and heart rate erratic. When she spoke, her voice was a lot softer than intended. “Guys…I have to tell you something..” They stop what they’re doing to look at her. She can barely meet her gaze, looking down at the floor with guilt. Barry walked forward, brows furrowed. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” 

She pulled three pairs of sunglasses out of her purse, handing them to each other of the members. They looked back at her with a puzzled expression, following (Y/n) into the testing room where Barry usually runs. They stood behind the glass while she stood on the other side, fidgeting with her shades. She picked up glass, placing it on the table in front of her. “Cisco, you asked me when I first came here, why I always wore these shades? You’re about to find out.” Cisco glanced at the other two, excitement coursing through him. “What do you mean?” Caitlyn asked. (Y/n) bit her lip. “You should put on the shades.” They did so, immediately. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she slowly but surely took off her glasses, eyes still closed. 

Her hands were shaking as she set them down on the table. Barry’s body tensed as he watch (Y/n) closely. In all honesty, he begun to fall for her. She was reserved but kind and funny. Cisco and her became the dorkiest friends and she was always so respectful. (Y/n) was beautiful and amazing. He loved her. And in this moment, his heart raised with worry for his beloved. She took another deep breath, slowly but surely opening her eyes. They were a striking green. Not any normal color, more vibrant that usual. The outer layer of her eyes, however, turned black. The longer (Y/n) stared at the glass, the darker her hair got. Eventually, her hair morphed into long striking reptiles. Snakes.

In a matter of seconds, the glass turned to stone. The team backed up with shock. When (Y/n) saw their expressions, she broke down, tearing her eyes away from them. Slowly, she turned back into herself. She kneeled on the floor, trying to maintain her breathing pattern, shutting her eyes. Barry flashed in, worry washing over him. “(Y/n), are you okay?!” She nodded, not daring to make eye contact with him. “My glasses..” In a matter of seconds, her glasses were in his hands. Barry gently slipped them on her face, wrapping his hands around her cheeks as she adjusted and opened her eyes. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek, soothingly. Caitlyn and Cisco ran in, standing over them. “I’m a monster..” (Y/n) said, looking down. 

Barry shook his head. “No, you’re not. We’re gonna figure this out. I promise. It’s gonna be okay.” Cisco nodded. “That was awesome. I was thinking your superhero name would be-” (Y/n) spoke up. “Medusa.” Caitlyn nodded, smiling. “That works.” After that moment, things seemed to change within Barry. It was though he looked at her differently. Not that he didn’t love her, in fact, he fell more in love with her. The myth of Medusa was as tragic of a story as any. She was cursed to turn every man she ever loved to stone for the rest of her life. She would no longer love and possess the amount of happiness she had prior. He looked at (Y/n) with pity but with hope. He would love her no matter what. It didn’t matter to Barry that she was able to do what she could do. He loved her. 

A few weeks past and (Y/n) was already getting use to her powers. She was actually able, reluctantly for Barry, to join the team on some missions. He always wanted to protect her out in the field even though he knew she could hold her own, probably hold her and Barry’s own. But that didn’t stop him from keeping a careful eye on her. That morning, (Y/n) came in, greeting Cisco and Caitlyn as per usual. A few seconds later, Barry flashed in, hugging (Y/n) around the waist, pecking her head before leaving her to work. Their relationship, with was categorized as strictly friends, seemed to be, from Caitlyn, Cisco, Iris, Wally and Joe’s point of view, to be rather romantic. They all shipped it. 

They both, loved and hated, the long stares and small smiles that came from either one of the two. It was adorable. Although nobody could visually see (Y/n)’s eyes through her shades, they knew there was a look of pure adoration for him. And visa versa. Barry always glanced at her, smiling to himself. Little did (Y/n) know, Barry looked at her as if she were his world. And in all honesty, she was. She meant everything to him. And she thought the same for him. Every time (Y/n) glanced in his direction, memories of how they met flooded through her head. She was so nervous then and he was so very open and loving, even if they didn’t know each other. She always loved how kind he could be. But when she met him, deep down, she knew she’d fall hard and fast for him. 

Later that evening, Barry, Cisco and Caitlyn sat at their chairs working. Cisco and Barry glanced at one another, smiling. They get up from their chairs, standing anxiously across from you. “You guys, okay?” (Y/n) asked as they fiddled with their fingers. Barry spoke first. “So, Cisco and I made you something-” Cisco interjected. “-Actually I made it-” Barry bud in. “-But it’s was my idea-” Cisco rolled his eyes, huffing before Barry continued. “-Okay, so. Cisco and I got you a present- well made you something.” They handed the small box over to (Y/n), beaming like kids on Christmas. “We were thinking you could wear them tonight for the trivia thing at Jitters.” Barry said, blushing. 

(Y/n) took the box, brows furrowed. Caitlyn leaned forward, paying close attention to the situation about to unfold. She opened up the little box, glancing at her two friends before unwrapping it. (Y/n) gasped, jaw dropping. It was a pair of contacts and a ear bud set. Barry explained, excitedly. “Once you put on the contacts, with the ear bud, you’re able to control when you want to use your powers and when you don’t. So now, you don’t have to wear those shades. I mean- you can if you want- not saying you don’t look good in them- because you do-” He began to sputter. (Y/n) smiled softly. “Thank you.. This means- this means the world to me..” She hugged Cisco and Barry, tightly. Cisco grinned. “Also, we tested it, so it does, in fact, work.” (Y/n) bit her lip to stop her from crying. She managed to croak out another simple thank you, showing them to Caitlyn excitedly. 

Later that evening, (Y/n) picked out her outfit, getting dressed and everything before taking out the box of contacts and ear piece. Hands shaky, she put them on, taking a deep breath before riskily looking into the mirror. For the first time since the incident, she saw her eyes. Her real eyes. (Y/n) couldn’t help but gasp. She looked beautiful…stunning even. Everything about her looked phenomenal. She did a quick spin before heading over to Jitters. It was the first time she drove without her shades. Everything was so bright and alive. (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile, grin even. She pulled up to Jitters, heart racing. This would be the first time she could see clearly. The first time anyone saw her eyes.. Eyes that told showed a painful story. She waited for everyone to get in, taking deep, nervous breaths. 

After a few minutes, she hopped out of her car, slowly but surely making her way up to the front door. Swinging it open with a loud cling, she felt the rooms eyes on her. She kept her eyes low, down to the ground for the first few seconds before looking at the overly packed room. Each one of their eyes was on her. She felt somewhat uncomfortable under their gaze but on the other hand, she felt strong. She knew she could over come anything. As long as she had help. (Y/n) took a deep breath, reluctantly forcing her head up to look for Barry, Cisco, Caitlyn, Iris and Joe. After a few seconds, her eyes finally found Barry, who’s jaw was dropped practically to the ground. She smiled shyly, making her way towards the group. 

All of them looked at her with awe, amazement. Especially Barry. He stood up from his seat, watching her come near. She was gorgeous… Absolutely stunning. Barry swore she took his breath away. She were vibrant and alive. She reflected her eyes. Her real eyes. When (Y/n) walked up to the group, she couldn’t help but look up at Barry. It was almost like they had a glint to them. Barry’s heart soared, achingly. Caitlyn and Cisco smiled. “You look beautiful, (Y/n).” She blushed, fiddling with her fingers. Eddie and her shook hands, first time introductions. Iris complimented her, grinning as she looked between her and Barry. 

“You look amazing, (Y/n). Doesn’t she Barry?” After a few seconds, he reluctantly peeled his eyes away from her to look at Iris and Felicity, confused. “What?” She motions to (Y/n). “Doesn’t she look nice, Barry?” He swallowed the build up of saliva, nervously. “Yeah, she looks-” He pauses, blushing slightly as their eyes met. “-She looks- absolutely stunning.” (Y/n) blushed the most at Barry’s comment. After a second or two, he stumbled to pull a chair out for her, making sure she sat next to him. He nervously played with his fingers. “You ready for trivia?” He whispered into her neck, driving unplanned for shivers to make it’s way onto her skin. She whispered back, having the same effect on Barry. “Absolutely. I was born ready.” He couldn’t help but smile. 

After the trivia game, Barry decided to walk (Y/n) home. He loved being in her company. She always had the most amazing thoughts. As did he. They could honestly and genuinely talk for hours. In fact, they did. As they pulled up to her house, with a good pep talk from the gang, especially Cisco, Barry decided to take a chance. He took a deep breath, gulping nervously. “Uhh- (Y/n)-” She peered over her shoulder, smiling softly. “Yes, Barry?” In that moment, his heart was beating faster than ever before. “(Y/n)- I- I was wondering- if you- uh- maybe- wanna- go out sometime? With me? I mean-” (Y/n) grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear before making her way down the steps. The second she got their, she grabbed Barry’s collar and killed him. 

(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, I’m just kidding. Here’s what really happened

The second she got to the last step, she laced her fingers around Barry’s collar, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. Barry being, well- Barry, it took him a minute to register the situation but in no time, he kissed back with just as much love and fire as she did. They moved in unison, Barry gripped (Y/n)’s waist, smiling into the kiss. Her hands played with the tip of his locks, running through his hair. He moaned, not even bothered by the fact that their could be others watching. As they released, she couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. “Does that answer your question?” He nodded, kissing her once more before happily skipping home. The second (Y/n) closed her doors, she leaned against it, pressing her fingers to her lips at the sweet memory of Barry’s lips on top of hers. He loved her.. And she loved him.. 

(I hope you guys liked it!!) 

overturn ◦ 4

“every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent, and once you do, nothing will ever compare.”

1, 2, 3


Seventh grade was a whirlwind as far as I can remember. 

It was the year that I finally had Mr. Matthews as a teacher, and I could finally use him as some kind of father figure. At least he’d be better than my own.

When I first thought about having him as my teacher, I thought he’d be the fun, jokester type of teacher, but he was much more than that. He tied in life lessons with history and taught us better ways to deal with conflict. I became even more jealous of Riley everyday he taught because she had this man as a father and I knew he was there for her all the time. I didn’t have that in my life. 

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daddy || ashton irwin

this definitely contains smut so read at your own risk…

Ashton’s fingers grazed against your thigh. It didn’t matter that you were out with the guys, Ashton was in charge.

Even if you’d wanted to pull away, you couldn’t, you’d be punished for it later.

Ashton’s fingers traveled north and he briefly felt where your panties would be, and you were trying desperately to play it cool.

He leaned in close “Good girl.” He whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He’d specifically told you not to wear any.

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waitingforeleven  asked:

Idk if you've addressed this yet, but in SBS, when did Fitz finally get around to proposing? I just read your answer about how they started thinking about marriage right before she gets taken by the monolith, so how much time passes before he pops the question? And how does he go about it? ;-) ❤❤❤

I haven’t addressed that yet, but - it happens during what’s 3x17 in canon. :-)

they’ve just survived yet another bomb - for Fitz and Sarama, this is far, far too similar to 8/8. so Fitz snaps unnecessarily at Lincoln, and moodily agrees with Coulson that they lie low for the time being. 

once the four of them are in their room, Jemma gets right to work, leaning back against Caedmon at the end of the queen-sized bed and grumbling about how they should be in the lab. Fitz, agitated, just stands in the center of the room for a bit, trying to calm down from the horror of having seen a second bomb go off far too close to Jemma and Caedmon. what if next time the bomb hits its target? absent-mindedly, she reaches up to the edge of the bed to rub the backs of her fingers against Sarama’s scales, and that familiar feeling of her touching his soul just crashes over him. what would his life be without her? without knowing that at least she was somewhere

and as Fitz is watching her do work, something he sees her do every day but now with cuts and bruises on her face, he just blurts it out:

“Will you marry me?”

Jemma blinks up at him, lips parting in shock. “What?”

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Sleepover - Lams fic

Hiya! My writing skills have gone rusty a bit after all this time, but I managed to write this little fluffy lams fic, hope you’ll like it! :3
Jesus, lams fics will seriously never get old XD
That’s also for the Pride month, cause I really wanted to write something on this occasion ^.^
Bit of tagging my wonderful regular readers: @and-his-name-will-be-40-and-2 and @redheadedinsane

John had never been on a sleepover at Alexander’s without any other friend. Not that it’s some kind of a big deal, he thought sarcastically, but then stopped and shook his head. No, in contrary. It was a huge deal. He was going to spend a whole night with Alex alone.
He took a deep breath. It’s going to be okay, he tried to calm down his fast-paced heartbeat. Alex was not going to find out what John felt for him. It was wrong, as his father always said. He needed to snap out of this weird phase and come back to reality.
Logical thoughts, however, did not change his feelings.

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Dating Yoongi would include
  • No Pda ever except holding hands
  • If it gets too crowded , he’ll keep you as close as possible & when you look at him
  • “Shut up”
  • “ I didn't say a word”
  • “ Just … Shut up”
  • A wild blushing Yoongi appears
  • “ You’re cute”
  • “ Call me cute one more time & you’ll be in BTS cypher pt 5″
  • Skinship
  • Don’t expect much of physical contact if the members are around , unless he really feel like cuddling then , he’ll put his head on your shoulder & if anyone dare to tease him , well be aware of Yoongi’s wrath
  • “ Y/N save me”
  • “ Don’t drag me into this Taehyung“
  • a lot of naps
  • everyday the“You Turn Out the Light”Fight “ “But seriously, it’s your turn”.
  • Lazy Yoongi
  • Taking forever to get him out of bed
  • “Move your butt Min genius , you can’t spend a whole day doing nothing”
  • “Watch me.”
  • “Fine , Imma cuddle with Jungkook”
  • But you’ll end up being dragged in bed with him & gonna spend the whole day in there 
  • Cuddles , cuddles , cuddles
  • Him telling you that it’s time to clean & evaporating a second later
  • Min Genius
  • Banter , Banter , Banter
  • “-Take your foot of me”
  • “ -No”
  • “-You’re heavy”
  • “ -Deal with it “
  •  Suga complaining about how Jimin make his life hard or the boys being too noisy
  • Saving the boys from being murdered 
  • “ PARK JIMIN , I swear if I get my hands on you “
  • “ OMG (Y/N) Help me”
  • Pervy comments now & then
  • “ Is your father a farmer ? , Because you’ve that bum ‘
  • Basketball is a must
  • Playing with the members 
  • Playing together at midnight
  • “ The loser will buy food”
  • “ It’s nearly 1 am”
  • “ I can smell smtg”
  • “ What ?”
  • “ Fear”
  • Cool couple
  • Derp couple
  • You’ll be at each other throat or just so chill there is no in between
  • Studio worm
  • Being the first person to listen to what he wrote & he really take your opinion into consideration
  • Composing songs about you
  • Spending hours/days in the studio 
  • Making sure he is still alive inside
  • Dragging him out of it
  • “ I’m fine”
  • “ That’s not what Jin said”
  • “ I need to finish this”
  • “ You need to eat “
  • Swag
  • “ See my golden chain ? 3$ babe”
  • “ You got no swag”
  • “ S.W.A.G”
  • Min Genius
  • Arguing over stupid things
  • Write a song as an apology
  • “ I’m bad with apologies so here”
  • Studio dates
  • Home dates
  • Park dates
  • Arcade dates
  • Dorm dates : Movie night with the boys 
  • “ (Y/N) we missed you !”
  • “ Hands off Hoseok “
  • Yoongi eventually spending more time with Jhope & you are like ‘just date already’
  • Getting jealous because ‘Yoonseok’ but then they’re so cute so you just brush it off
  • Visiting him with food for everyone when he is practicing & he’ll have that cute expression :  when he stares at the floor and his cheekbones goes up with a gummy smile , muttering a “ You’re the best “ then boasting about how amazing you are
  • “ Isn’t my babe full of swag ?”
  • Always having your back 
  • “ I believe in you”
  • “ You can do it “
  • “ Make me proud “
  • “ Show these loser what you got babe “
  • Calling you whenever he can when he is on tour , even thought it won’t be frequent but he’ll try his best
  • “ Go to bed yoongi you must be dying”
  • “ I just missed you”
  • “ I miss you too babe , but I don’t want you to look like a zombie tmrw “
  • When he is having a hard time , he’ll debate a lot if he should call you or not .
  • “ Hoseok told me you were feeling a bit down”
  • “ I’ll end him”
  • “ Hey , you know I’m always here right ?”
  • “ I know , I just… ”
  • Eventually venting his worries
  • You being one of the few people who have seen the vulnerable side of Min Yoongi
  • “ I love you loser .”
  • Kumamon
  • His room full of Kumamon dolls
  • Kumamon toys
  • Selca with Kumamon
  • Just  Kumamon
  • Fanboying over him
  • “ For god sake Yoongi”
  • “ He’s so cute I can’t even”
  • Sunshine Yoongi
  • Caring Yoongi
  • Yoongi with babies
  • Hard working Yoongi
  • Him making you so proud
  • Yoongi wearing glasses
  • Big scarfs
  • Mint suga
  • Puns
  • “ Hey (y/n) , do you want some coffee ?”
  • “ Yeah , & make it s–”
  • “ Nevermind”
  • “ SUGA FREE”
  • “ No more hanging out with Hoseok.”
  • Yoongi with glasses
  • Deep Husky voice in the morning  
  • Passionate making out gone too far
  • “ Hands off .”
  • “ Make me .”
  • Deep ass voice
  • Jealous Yoongi is a sassy Yoongi
  • Silent treatment 
  • When you make up , he’ll send  you a diss track as a revenge
  • “ I went easy on you.”
  • SWAG
  • Pillow talk
  • Deep conversation , about life , hardship & dreams
  • “Do you know what’s sexy ? A serious conversation “


-Admin Bong

For @ lolzwithholz 


what is this?: a bo burnham imagine 
summary: you give bo a hickey the night before a big interview… and the interviewer sees it. 
words: 689
multimedia?: yes
triggers: none (unless you are averse to neck bruises)  

You sat at your apartment with your hands wrapped around a cup of coffee, allowing the ceramic to warm your hands as you watched TV. Bo had an interview today and, even though you weren’t given clearance to be with him backstage, you had decided to be with him this way. He had left before you’d woken up, and cold sheets in the morning were definitely something you weren’t a big fan of.

The commercial break ends and you turn the volume back up. “My next guest today is a comedian, actor, musician, and a poet… and is only twenty-four years old,” the lipsticked hostess says. “Please put your hands together for Bo Burnham!” The camera cuts to the wings of the stage and you see him come up, clad in a blue T-shirt and the glasses you love so much. The applause dies down as he shakes hands with the hostess and sits down, but it’s there that your heart stops.

Because there on his neck, facing the camera, the audience, and the whole country, is a giant hickey.

You sink low into the couch cushions, even though you’re the only one in the room. You’d given that hickey to him last night, plus various ones below his collarbone, because he’d been nervous about today. Luckily the other ones weren’t visible, but you could’ve very well ruined this for him. You stupidly pray that the hostess doesn’t notice, but she pounces on it the second he sits down.

“Oh my, Bo, what is that bruise on your neck?” she asks, leaning over her desk to take a look.

On-camera, his eyebrows draw together and a hand comes to his neck, as though trying to feel for the spot. “What?”

“Is that a… is that a hickey?”

The audience hoots and you see his cheeks tinge pink in a rare moment of embarrassment as he remembers what exactly you did last night. But he does what he always does— he spins the situation around and takes full advantage of it.

“Yes, it is, actually. Wait, do you guys want a better look? Here—“ and he pulls down the collar of his shirt, revealing the bruise in full. The camera zooms on it as the audience completely loses it, and you wish, wish, wish you could just disappear. “I’ve got a lot more, but the camera’s not allowed there!” he says over the commotion, and you fail to resist the urge to press a pillow to your face and scream.

When it all finally dies down, the hostess attempts to regain control of her interview. “So, Bo— who are those from?” she asks, with a fair waggle to her penciled eyebrows.

“Well, I’m not gonna lie—they’re from my cat,” he says, earning a laugh from the audience. “No, but they’re from my girlfriend.”

You peek out from behind the pillow. You hadn’t gone public with the relationship yet, even though you’d been together for some six months. There are a few solitary whoops in the audience, followed by scattered applause. “I love that reaction, by the way,” he adds, addressing the audience. “Like, the pause where everyone finally realizes I’m not gay.” Bo looks as he always does onstage— relaxed, at ease. Like it’s his second home. He gets another laugh and you yourself allow yourself to relax just the smallest amount. Bo’s been in tighter places than this— surely he could find his way out.

“How long have you been together?” the hostess asks. “Is that alright to ask, or should I—?

“No, it’s fine. We’ve been together for, maybe… six months? Six months,” he nods.

“Oh, that’s good,” the hostess smiles. “Well, I just hope that date’s correct, because she’s probably watching!” A smile twitches the corners of your lips, and the hostess finally moves on to Bo’s poems and his new tour. When it goes on commercial break again, your phone dings, and your jaw drops at the notification.

Oh, fuck him. Now everyone knew you existed, and where to find you online. No way was Bo going to get away with it, not if you could help it. 


Pseudo Lover (part 2)

Harry fell in love with who he wanted Y/N to be. She loved someone that Harry wasn’t ready to be. Just a little give and take is all they need.

Part 1  ///  My Masterlist 

It’s been a while! I’m sorry, but I still love you all :) 

   Harry needed to just forget her, just move on and let her go. She had done it, been the bigger one and left when things were too hard– too twisted. So why couldn’t Harry man up and stop thinking about her? And why the actual hell was he standing at her doorstep with sweaty palms and a nervous stomach? 

   “H-Harry? What are you doing…?” Her brows furrowed upon opening her front door. She hid herself halfway behind the door, making it obvious that Harry wasn’t welcome inside. 

   “I brought dinner… a-and a movie. The one you said you wanted to see a while back–” He cleared his throat before he spoke, making sure she could hear him. His hands shook the take-out in his hands, fingers slipping on the slick DVD. She cut him off before he could finish though. 

   “Harry… no. You can’t– we can’t have dinner and a movie. I know what that turns into and–” It was now Harry’s turn to cut Y/N off when he realized what she was implying. 

   “No, this isn’t about sex. It’s just… dinner and a movie. Promise.” He shrugged his shoulder, trying to make her see that it wasn’t a big deal. But it was, and even he knew that. Still, she couldn’t send him away… could she?

   “I’m sorry, but no.” She felt the lump in her throat that had become very familiar lately; she swallowed it down harshly. It came right back when she saw Harry’s face fall, maybe even a tear in the corner of his eye. 

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G dragon Scenario #54 “I didn't mean that” REQUEST

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.

“I didn’t mean that” Ji yong was lying in the bed with you on top of him, staring at him in complete shock after what he say. Your legs that were spreading at his waist moved away from his body, now were lifting you up.

“Wait” he reached for your wrist before you could move even more away from him. You were still on top of him but your weight wasn’t resting on him anymore but in your knees. “I didn’t mean that Y/N” he tried to explain but it was too late.

“Ok” you only managed to say that. “Y/N…” he lifts his upper body till he could be face to face with you “… look at me”

You didn’t, your eyes kept looking down.

Ji yong stopped looking at you too, and bite his lips. He knows he fucked up really bad this time. “I’m sorry” he says.

“Don’t be…” you finally look at him “… you just were being honest”

“No I wasn’t, Y/N…” his hand tried to reach for your face, but you moved it away before it touches you “… please”

You started to move so you could stand up but he didn’t let you “No, please stay” his hands holds your waist, keeping you in your place.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to said that” his eyes kept looking for yours, but yours were still looking away.

Ji yong crossed the line, this time a simple sorry wasn’t gonna be enough.

“Y/N I’m talking to you, can you please look at me?”

This time you did, you looked at him, but only lasted a few seconds, before you moved away from him in quick moves. He didn’t try to stop you this time. You stood up, and looked for your shirt on the floor as Ji yong was starting to stand too. “What are you doing?” he asked but you ignored him, you were busy putting on your shirt as fast as possible.

“You are not going anywhere Y/N” he mean it, and you know it. But you can’t be there anymore.

You turned around walking to the door, but, like you were expecting he holds your waist and lifts you, taking you away from the door as far as possible.

“PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!” you yelled, you are not only hurt now but furious, like never before.

Ji yong puts you down carefully, but his hands holds your arms as soon as he did. He wasn’t going to let you leave “I need you to calm down, ok?”

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” you screamed as loud as your lungs allows you. “No, I need you to calm” he says. His voice was almost a begging now.

“Let me go!” the tone in your voice was still louder than his but not as before. “But I need you to calm, ok?” he demands.

“I am calm” your voice was in a normal tone now. You need to control yourself in order to leave. You need to be smarter, you need to make him believe that you were starting to calm.

And it worked, Ji yong finally lets you go. “You can’t just leave in the middle of the night…”

“I wasn’t planning to leave…” you lied interrupting him “… I just needed some space” that was true but what you didn’t say is that the space you needed and still need are miles.

“Baby, I really didn’t mean to say that” he walks towards you, but stopped when you stepped back. “I understand” again, you were lying.

The atmosphere got a lot heavier than before as the silence between you two keeps prolonged more than necessary.

“I’m very sorry” he says, trying to reach for your hand, but again, you moved away.

“I need to use your bathroom” you said.

Ji yong nods, and then he looks at you, leaving the room. He sits at the edge of the bed feeling like the worst piece of shit, resting his arms in his knees and looking down to the floor. He was too busy trying to find out how to apologize that he didn’t notice that when you leave the room you didn’t went to the left where the bathroom was, you turned to the right were the living room was.

You took your bag from the couch and also your coat, trying to be as quiet as possible. The last thing you wanted is he hearing you and dragged you to the room again. You walked to the entrance and took your shoes, you walked with them in your hand and you opened the door slowly. You walked out and closed the door, making sure to not make a single sound. When you were finally out you put your shoes on and started to walk towards the elevators. Fortunately one was arriving in that moment so you got into it and you pressed the button to the first floor.

Meanwhile Ji yong was already walking to the bathroom looking for you, after waiting all this time for you. But he didn’t even have to get closer, he could see that the door was open and the lights were off from where he was at the hallway.

(No she didn’t!) he says to himself as he walked towards the living room, looking for you. 

You weren’t there, not even your bag was there anymore. “You have to be kidding me!” he says as he ran to the door.

Ji yong got to the elevators but there was none of them there. “COME ON!!!” he was desperate. He took out his phone and started to call you over and over, until one of the elevators arrives. “Why are you so stubborn?!” he says, brushing his hands through his hair harshly. A sign that he was frustrated, and mad, really mad.

The elevator finally comes and he got in, pressing the same button you pressed a few minutes ago. He got into the lobby and asked for you, with the security guy “Yeah she was here” he said, and then Ji yong went out of the building, to the dark, empty and cold street… you weren’t there anymore.

At that moment, you were in a taxi going to your friend’s house. You were tempted to go to your house, but just the thought of him, looking for you there, made you change your mind. You don’t want to see him.

Ji yong got back to his room, and tried to contact you all night, he didn’t even sleep. He was desperate cause that morning he had a flight out of the city, and it was going to be out for three days. Which means that he won’t be able to talk to you until he comes back, and knowing how impulsive you are, he was scared that when he does, you weren’t a couple anymore.

But you never answered his calls or his messages.

You were so mad this time, and it’s his fault. Now he has to assume the consequences.

“Is she still mad?” Taeyang asked Ji yong, as he saw him sad, and staring at his phone. He didn’t answer, but the look in his face said it all.

Taeyang sat next to his friend while the others were checking in their luggage “Just give her some time…” he softly taps on Ji yong´s back “… let her calm down”

“I have no option now, she not only will get time but also space” he really didn’t want to go on this trip, all he wants is to see you, and to apologized. “That is not necessary something negative man, it will let her calm”

“Yeah, but what if when I came back all of her stuffs are gone?” he was really scared about that. You two just moved together a few months ago. You still have your own place but most of the days you are at his house.

Taeyang didn’t know what else to say, so he just stayed quiet, trying to comfort his friend just with his company.

The days passed and Ji yong was coming back home…

These days away from you confirm him how much he truly loves you, and how much he needs you. There wasn’t a minute in which he wasn’t suffering knowing that he had hurt you, that he had hurt the most important person to him. Even at the concert people noticed him distracted and ausent.

He couldn’t help it, just the thought of losing you is destroying him.

“I’m coming back home, I’ll be there in ten minutes… I hope to see you there” that’s the last message he sends you. Above it, there was, probably more than twenty messages, from different days, all from him, and every single one of them ignored by you.

When he got to his house he didn’t have any hopes to see you there, but still, for some reason he didn’t understand, he never felt scared to open his door. But why? Why he was acting like this when he was sure that you weren’t there.

It took him more than necessary but when he eventually opened it he got really surprised to see some lights on.

“Y/N?!” he says immediately, feeling happy. He steps inside, leaving his luggage at the entrance and closing the door. But his happiness disappeared since there was no answer.

Ji yong walks in, looking around, looking for you or even a signal that you were there.

(Maybe she just took her stuffs and left the lights on… maybe she forgot to turn off the lights…) all this scenarios were passing through his mind, and every one worse than the other, but everyone leads to the same ending, which is you leaving him.

But then, there you were, lying on the couch with his blanket wrapping you. He couldn’t be happier to see you there.

Ji yong approaches to you smiling like an idiot. He missed you so much.

As he was getting closer his smile started to fade away, you were sweating and your cheeks were red. He went to his knees, right in front of you, and then he put his hand over your forehead, being extra careful since he didn’t want to wake you up.

“Mmm” you said, moving a bit, as you felt his touch. “Shhh its ok” he says, with his hand still over your forehead.

You slowly open your eyes and see him.

“Hey there” he smiled, moving away his hand, but making sure to caress your cheek as he did. “I shouldn’t be here” your voice was nearly a whisper. You were feeling so weak, you couldn’t even keep your eyes open.

He then noticed a box on the floor…

You were leaving him.

Early that day you came to picked up the last few things you have left there. Just stupid little things. All of your clothes and important stuff were already at your house. You picked them up the days he left.

You weren’t supposed to be there when he came back. But you were sick, really sick. You passed out in his couch after you finish packing up.

“You have fever” he says.

“I’m ok” you said, trying to stand, but he stopped you. “No you’re not”

Ji yong stood up and then he slides his arms below your body, lifting you up in his arms.

“What are you doing?” you complained. “Taking care of you, since you can’t do it on your own”

“You don’t have to”

“No, I don’t…” he was walking to his room with his eyes in front “… but I want to”

“Ji yong…” you started but then he looks at you, with that gaze, that gaze that only he can make, that gaze that leaves you speechless.

You still love him, and deep down you were really happy to see him.

“Don’t fight with me on this one, there’s no way I’ll let you go like this”

“Ji yong…”

“No…” he says before even listen what you were about to say “… you can leave if you still want, but only after you recover”

You got into his room and he puts you on his bed, being really careful.

“Where are you going?” you asked him as he walks out. “I thought you didn’t care” he was actually leaving to call a doctor. It was pretty convenient that one of his neighbors were one, although this was going to be the first time he would ask for his help.

“No… that was you” you said, remembering the words he said that night.


“That hurt me” you interrupted him. “I know… and I’m sorry”

“I just wanted to be with you, to make you feel good, and you rejected me in the worst way”

Ji yong walks towards you again, and sits on the bed right beside you “I’m sorry…”

Your eyes started to fill with tears. “… of course I do like you, I love you, I love everything about you. Is just that…” he sighed “… I was really angry that day and I let it out with you”

That day, the day you left, you were about to make love…

He was coming from the studio, and he was tired, but mostly he was frustrated with his schedules. Especially with this unexpected trip, at the last minute.

You were waiting for him, he called you that afternoon telling you about the trip and you notice that he was mad, so you wanted to distract him. You wanted to make your last night together special. You wanted him, you needed to be with him, to feel his touch, but again, he wasn’t in the mood.

But you weren’t counting with the fact that he wasn’t in the mood.


You were making out, right in this bed, when you asked him why he was acting so cold, and he just said, “I’m tired” so you kept going, you told him that he didn’t have to do anything that he just had to enjoy it.


But after a few more minutes he stopped you saying that he wasn’t in the mood. And then you asked him, playing “Why? Don’t you want to be with me? Don’t you like me anymore?” and his cold “No” broke your heart.

“I acted like an asshole…” he was about to cry too “… and the worst part is that I hurt you…”

“You did” you agreed with him. He just nods.

“I was angry because of that trip, cause I was going to be away from you, even more than we already are” his career does not allow him to spend all the time he wants with you.

“You should had say it”

“I know…” tears were already leaving his eyes “… I really didn’t mean to say that, please don’t leave me, please don’t go…”

You looked at him, and he does the same. Both shared a long gaze, and before you even know why or how, you were kissing each other.

“Then I stepped off the edge of the roof, right? And when he saw me hovering there, he was terrified, so I floated down until I was right in front of him and said, ‘Stranger things have happened.’” Damian paused, hand over his mouth to conceal his grin. “And then he turned himself in. Which was a little bit disappointing, to be honest, but I guess you can’t have everything.”
“That’s awesome!” Shazam exclaimed, leaning further across the table. Behind his rack of samples, Bruce was smiling too— he wasn’t spying exactly, but he would prefer not to interrupt. They were getting along, and he wanted to hear the rest of the conversation.
“One of the best parts was meeting the regulars, you know, because they would have this moment where they saw me, and you could see them wondering— Can they all do that? Have they always been able to do that?” Damian sighed. “It was great while it lasted.”
“So I guess you really miss having your powers?”
“Well…” Damian tapped his fingers thoughtfully against the table, looking out at the patch of space visible from the Watchtower window. “It was an advantage. But do I really need an advantage? Obviously not. I’m just as capable now that I’m back to normal.”
Bruce wasn’t sure that “normal” was the right word for an eleven year old assassin who had recently returned from the dead, but he wasn’t about to point that out. Those superpowers had been a problem— one more thing to worry about. He was glad they were gone.
“He’s cute,” muttered a voice from behind him. Bruce turned around to face it— Diana.
“He needs more friends,” Bruce told her, as Damian and Shazam continued to chatter away.
“Is that why you bring him up here?”
“That and I can’t actually stop him from coming.” He motioned her up to the gap in the shelf that he was using as a peephole. “He doesn’t like to be left out.”
The two of them stood side by side, focussed on the conversation in front of them.
“You have like, the coolest job in the world,” Shazam said.
“Basically. It’s fine for now.” Damian pulled a batarang out of his belt and spun it idly across the table.
“What’s cooler than being Robin?”
“Being Batman. I’ll get there eventually.”
Bruce felt Diana nudge him in the ribs. She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.
“You really think you’re going to be Batman someday?”
“Of course. Somebody has to be in charge.” Damian bent down to examine the scratch he’d put in the table. “Nobody in their right mind would let Hood anywhere near the cowl, and have you ever met Red Robin?”
“I don’t think so?”
“Well he’s an idiot, so that wouldn’t work either. I was born to be Batman, and if my father ever dies, I will be.”
“If?” Diana whispered. Bruce shrugged, vaguely flattered.
“His grandfather’s been alive for a few centuries, and a month ago, he rose from his own grave. Mortality is a fluid concept right now.”
Diana put a hand on his shoulder. “He wants to be just like you.”
“He wants to be better than me. I think he could manage it.” Bruce smiled fondly at his son from behind his rack of samples. “I should get him home.”
He strode out into the center of the room. “Robin? Time to go.” As Damian turned towards him, Bruce grabbed one of his wrists and swung him one-handed out of his chair, catching him by surprise. Damian dangled a few inches above the floor for a couple of seconds before Bruce set him down.
“Come on,” Bruce told him. “Time for bed.”

Anon requested JLA + Damian’s “I’m going to be Batman” speech 

Worth It (a klance family reunion au)

(Idk what this is but I hope you like it??) ————————————

It’s Labor Day weekend, and the McClain family is having a huge family reunion. Lance is excited, but also lowkey horrified to have 145 (146 if you count Paulie, but nobody counts Paulie) of his family members crammed into his mom’s little house in the middle of nowhere. Parents, grandparents, grandkids, estranged aunts and uncles, wild cousins of all ages, and siblings all running around a rickety 21 year old house: Lance can already imagine the headache. As he travels back to his hometown, he can already hear the questions he’ll be getting: “So Lance, do you have a girlfriend yet?” or “ay, Lance I bet you’re popular with the ladies, eh buddy?” or “I know you’re waiting for a good [lance’s heritage] girl to be your girlfriend.” when he’s really, really not and he’s actually been more popular with the boys than girls lately but he’d die before he tells his family that.

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A/N: I got a BUNCH of requests for a part two of Better Off and I would’ve loved to put them here but (pardon my language) my fucking computer, ipad, or phone couldn’t do it right, so I just gave up. Anyhow, I hope you guys like it.

Word count: 1,156

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: injured!reader.


You couldn’t believe that your car had broken down when you were so close. So close. And the damn werewolf had made you drop your phone somewhere while you killed it, leaving you without any form of communication.

The dark night sky did not help you at all as you tried to make your way back to the bunker, stars filling your vision. The breaths that you forced through your nose burned your throat, and everything was becoming darker with each shaky step you took. The whole world started spin around you as your knees collapsed and your hands hit the hard gravel underneath you.

You’re less than a mile away, you reminded to yourself, fighting to keep your consciousness.

You were so close; so close to being at the bunker, so close to Dean and Sam. Dean, who you hadn’t seen or talked to in about a month. You’d missed him like crazy, but you knew that he and Sam didn’t need you. You would mess up everything again. Just like you had done so now.

You pressed a shanking hand on your abdomen, blood reddening your hand immediately. Everything hurt, and you just wanted to go to sleep. Your breath became shorter as your arms and legs finally collapsed, your face smashing against the ground. Then it all went blank.


“You sure she’s gonna be there?”

“Dean, I’m positive that that’s where her phone was traced. And anyhow, it seems like there’s also a werewolf case there. You know (Y/N), that’s her expertise.”

“Sam, if she’s hunting a werewolf alone…” Dean trailed off, twirling the keys of the Impala to distract himself from the morbid thoughts of what could’ve happened to you.

One month. They’d been looking for you for one month, searching every inch of the country for you. Dean hadn’t slept for the first few days of your absence, not until Sam threatened to knock him unconscious if he didn’t at least get his four hours.

He was going crazy without you. He missed your voice, your laugh, everything about you. He just wanted to hear you greet him good morning once again as you handed him the cup of coffee you always had ready for him. He wanted to see you smile and tease Sammy about needing a haircut. He wanted you.

But now the only way he would hear your voice was be via your voicemail message. He must have left you more than fifty messages, more than fifty texts, but you hadn’t replied to any of them. Not until tonight, when his phone went off, your name flashing up in the screen.

He picked it up quickly, but when he answered he was met by small, distant grunts, and what sounded like a snarl, which would make sense if you were hunting a werewolf. He just hopped to God that you were okay.

With Sam trailing behind him, Dean slid into the impala, the engine roaring into life as he turned the key. Within seconds, he was out of the bunker, the cool night air ruffling his hair. It had just been a few minutes before he turned around on a curve, the front lights of the car suddenly illuminating a figure on the road a few meters ahead.

“Stop!” Sam yelled at the same time that Dean slammed the breaks, the Impala halting abruptly. Both brothers stepped out of the cat, each holding their guns up. And then they saw it, the familiar shade of your hair.

“(Y/N),” Dean breathed, dropping his gun and rushing to you.

He dropped on his knees, gently turning you to the side and hoisting you onto his lap. Your eyes were closed, your face covered in dirt and blood. He quickly put his trembling fingers against your neck, relief flooding through him when he felt your pulse. Lifting your bloody shirt carefully, he flinched as he looked at the wound, your major injury. It was bad, but nothing that they couldn’t take care of. Sam crunched next to Dean, his eyes scanning the rip on your stomach.

“Is she—?”

“She’ll be okay,” Dean said, gathering you in his arms and placing a kiss on your forehead. “You’ll be okay.”


You woke up with a terrible pain in your middle. It felt as though your stomach was on fire, and you wished for nothing more than to go back to sleep. Back to sleep on the comfortable, cloud-like surface you were resting on.

Your eyes snapped open, the sudden, bright light making you close them tightly again before opening them once again, this time slow enough to let them adjust.

You were in the bunker, that was obvious, but not in your former bedroom. Instead, one of the walls held a gun collection that you knew too well. There was a small snore from somewhere next to you, and, turning to look to your right, you became aware of the only other person in the room.

Your breath hatched in your throat as you looked at him for the first time in weeks. There were bags under his eyes, and it also seemed as though he hadn’t shaved in a while, but that didn’t matter to you. You were just happy to see him again.

Your heart started beating rapidly as Dean stirred, his eyes fluttering open. They moved slowly to you, widening as he realized that you were awake. He was immediately next to you, his warm hand holding your smaller one.

“Hey,” he said, his voice hoarse, “how’re you feeling?”

“Horrible,” you answered truthfully, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. Dean was so close to you, his eyes brightening by the second. “D-do we have some painkillers?”

“Oh, yeah.” Dean reached over to his bedside table, where a glass of water and a few tablets laid. “Here.”

“Thanks,” you said, taking the objects from his hands. You fumbled with the medicine, refusing to meet his eyes. You handed him the empty glass, relaxing back down onto the pillows.

“Look, (Y/N), I just—I wanted to apologize for what I said before,” Dean said, his voice softer than you had ever heard it.

“Dean, it’s okay, I—”

“No, what I said was way out of line,” Dean interrupted you, taking both of your hands in his. “It wasn’t your fault, none of it. And then you left, and I couldn’t let you know how bad I felt for what I did. (Y/N), I…I love you, and knowing that I made you leave—that I made you scared—just drove me mad.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, your cheeks burning up. Dean leaned forward, capturing your lips with his, moving slowly and lovingly. You smiled, feeling his stumble rubbing against your cheeks. Dean pulled away, his lust-blown eyes staring at you as if you were the most beautiful person on earth.

“Please don’t leave again.”