Tuesday (1/1)

It’s my blog’s second birthday today, yay! To honor that and because it’s Tuesday today, I decided to finally post this fic I have been working on for actual months. This fic is dedicated to @captainwiley because she let me use her parents’ epic romance to turn it into a fic prompt (she’s the rl Henry of this fic and just an amazing human being and beta-reader ♥ ) Also major thanks to @artandteaandstuff because she corrected and flailed too ♥

summary: Every Tuesday, she’s there, working late with her son and every Tuesday so is he. He offers to keep Henry busy so she can finish her tasks, but neither of them would have expected that Henry would grow to think ‘Mr.Killian’ is his dad.

This is as much a captain cobra fic as it is a captain swan one and it has a lot of Daddy!Killian feels (the three best things ever to write tbh, probs why this is so long. Also ‘cause it’s a modern AU and I always make those super long)

Rating: FF (Freaking Feelsy)

~17,700 words (so outrageously long wow) and ao3

As head of the Books and Manuscripts Department in the New York division of Gold’s Auctioning House, Killian Jones understood the charm of ancient letters, the allure of rare books filled with secrets never spoken aloud. But dear god, the amount of money people were willing to spend for a scrap of Jane Austen prose was frankly absurd.

What would they even do with it, he often wondered. Would it be proudly displayed in their living room amongst other flauntings of their wealth, both intellectual and monetary? Would it be used to brag to their friends about the exclusiveness of the item? Or would it be appreciated as it should be, used as a reminder of days long gone, of a lifetime of an extraordinary woman and writer, of a pillar of English history and literature?

Being an English Literature major, Killian perfectly understood the latter. The former, however…

But this was Gold’s Auctioning House and his boss surely wanted the influx of money to be as big as it could get, wanted people to bid and fight in a direct battle against one another, transcending the actual estimated worth of the object and assuring the Auctioning House as much profit as possible.

It strayed far from Killian’s own ethics, the principles and good form brought to him by his older brother and ingrained in his being, but he was surrounded by literary treasures, was expected to keep them safe. Besides the rich, pompous atmosphere that clung to the walls and customers like a sharp perfume, he adored his job. This was what he was meant to do.


“Henry! No! Stop!” a female voice yelled.

A form, which Killian assumed was the Henry that needed to stop, flew along the archives and came to a halt right in front of him. It was a child with brown hair swept across his forehead and big brown eyes. His small chest slightly heaved with the running he had done and his eyes looked at him with something between wonder and fear.

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when there was me and you

Originally posted by dezuechelon

pairing: taehyung x reader |  jimin x reader                                            

genre: angst,fluff,one shot                                                                

summary: there was nothing like us. but then, there was something like us. something that was forgotten.                                                                                                                                                                            

italics - dream                                                                                      

regular - reality 

Why are you crying

You and I are the only ones here

Me and you

“Do you really have to go?” you ask Taehyung, your small hand weaving into his much bigger one.

“Yeah,” He sighs, pouting. “I bailed on Kook so many times for you. So, if I don’t go to this. This might be the last time you’ll see me,” You giggled but nodded your head understanding. You and Taehyung, have been attached the hip lately. One night would definitely not kill you. Besides you wanted him to have some fun with his friends. 

“Fine,” You caved in, letting go of his hand while crossing both your arms to your chest. He frowns as there was no more contact between you too. “Promise you’ll make it up to me,” You exclaim, and he reals you into his chest. Staring at you with his ever so loving brown eyes. 

“I always make it up to you,” Taehyung suddenly closes the gap between you two. You smile into the kiss and clench his shirt between your hands, bringing him much closer to you. 

Taehyung pulls away with a whine. “Your trying to make me stay,” He stares down at your toothy grin. “I’m not doing anything,” You defend yourself in a teasing voice, as you push him against the door. 

“Y/N,” He groans, playfully pushing you off of him, but not before cuffing your face with his hands and kissing you one last time. “I love you. Don’t wait up, okay. Bye!” He tells you and opens the door, leaving your embrace. “Bye, love you too,” You call out and close the door. 

You shuffled over to the couch and just planned to re-watch some dramas until you fell asleep. You couldn’t help but feel sulky, because Taehyung was gone. The two of you were the overly dramatic couple that literally breathe each other. You couldn’t be apart for more than five seconds, and you would just die. It wasn’t clingy, it was just love. It’s just how it always was. And you wouldn’t want it any other way. He is the best thing thats ever happened to you. 

sneak peak of this story I’m working on. it’s gonna be one long ass thing, really feelsy and shit. 

anonymous asked:

Quick question, why do people, especially this blog, ship Sirius and Marlene? I hardly even saw her mentioned in the books.. How did this come about, am I missing something?

Let’s talk about Blackinnon, kids, because I will show you the way!

This is going to be a long and winding (aka feelsy) journey. It’s long, so read more, darlings.


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I’d say it’s been too long since I uploaded a feelsy fic but I’m sure you guys wouldn’t mind me having waited a little bit longer. So this request was made by @anime-dillon88 to be accompanied with the song Torn to Pieces by Pop Evil. At the end of the day, I felt that this was a plot that suited the requests but also didn’t antagonise Pietro, because I’m not sure I could bring myself to write that. It’s just not in his character. Anyway: enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Could you write a fic to the song Torn to Pieces by Pop Evil where it’s Pietro(or Steve)xReader where the two or you are dating and things are going well and some thing happens and you break it off and he is sad. Thank you and LOVE!!! your material

“Torn to Pieces”

Pietro cleared his throat and hooked his finger into the collar of his shirt, tugging at it gently as he waited outside your door. He rapped his knuckles against the wood and gripped the bouquet of flowers a little tighter.

In retrospect, the fight he’d had with you was stupid. Irrational. Petty. He was more than happy to apologise after realising that it was entirely his fault, but he just wished it hadn’t taken so long for him to do it. As he waited for the door to open, he thought about the argument so that he’d have specifics to apologise for.

Your fingers were woven amongst your hair as you tugged at it.
“What do you mean it’s not important?”
“You heard me.” Pietro replied, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded.

“Pietro, it’s our anniversary – and you forgot.”
“We weren’t even serious for the first 3 months! I just assumed that it would be our anniversary 1 year after we started going steady!”

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anonymous asked:

What kind of plots do you want?

aw, man ! that’s such a broad question, i want too many things :^) but at the moment i’m definitely looking for some of the following, ig:

star wars / star trek, royalty, presidents daughter x security, overwatch, buff or totally spies, this plot called location, vampires through history or werewolves from the same pack, this road trip plot, something based off fresh off the boat or an idol/supernhero verse plot, a not-so cliche student teacher type plot.. honestly ? i’m fair game for anything as long as its feelsy/angsty even if its platonic etc !

So me and my sister @farfallavendetta were talking about cute headcanons with Ford and Dipper being into Lord of the Rings, but then she had to go and stab me through the heart with her sad headcanons.

So Dipper and Ford are geeking out about LOTR together and Dipper’s like “You know that they made those into movies?” 

“Oh yes, the 1978 Bakshi animated film.” 

“No Grunkle Ford, a live action version!” Ford’s like 

“WHAAAT? My boy, you must show me immediately!” So they start watching the films, and  commenting on geeky things, what’s different from the book, Ford is generally impressed by how far special effects have come since he was a kid. 

Then it reaches the scenes with the Eye of Sauron. And Ford just… freezes. Dipper notices he’s stopped his commentary of the movie. He can easily guess what’s wrong. 

“Do you want me to turn it off?” Dipper asks quietly. Ford shakes his head. “No. I want to see the ending.” He knows how it ends, but for some reason feels like he needs to watch the whole thing through now. Dipper understands, and just takes his Grunkle’s hand and squeezes it. He doesn’t let go when Ford starts to sniffle at the end of the first movie, or  when he starts to shake when Frodo is tormented by the Ring. He doesn’t let go when the story gets dark and harrowing and it seems like all is lost, and Ford can only hold onto Dipper’s hand because he knows how it ends, but he’s so scared that somehow, this time, what if the ending is different? 

By the end of the third film, Ford is full on crying. He cries for Frodo whose wounds run to deep and can’t be healed, he cries because Frodo was so lost for so long. He cries because Sam was there by Frodo’s side the whole time, and he cries because he’s not  alone anymore, now his own Sam is his family. 

The credits have long since finished, but Dipper gives his Grunkle a big hug, and neither of them really need to say anything for a while. 

Finally, Ford says, “Thank you for watching this with me, Dipper. It really means so much.” Dipper smiles, feeling a bit watery in the eyes himself. “It’s no problem, Grunkle Ford….You know,  I was thinking, maybe we could go to a convention and cosplay.”

“Cosplay? What’s that?” “We dress up as the characters! Mabel could help us with the costumes. I could be Frodo and you could be Gandalf! You’re pretty much my wizard mentor.” Ford chuckles and ruffles Dipper’s hair, his heart glowing with warmth for his nephew. “That sounds like fun, Dipper.”

Tormenting Charles: A X-Men One Shot

Summery: Elizabeth is attending a class Charles is teaching and she has a crush on him. So when she accidentally daydreams about sleeping with him in class she ends up sending him dirty thoughts the entire class trying to get a reaction out of him. He tells her it is not the right time, but that night she has a vision.

Author’s Note: Because of this imagine. I really tried to resist the urge to write this, but then realized. Why the fuck should I not write something I want to. :) Then once I started writing it kind of took on a mind of it’s own after I started. Set between First Class and Days of Futures Past. Sorry it is really kinda long and feelsy. It just kind of happened. *hugs*

Rating: T

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But see what’s so special about this scene is that River knows Amy so much more than The Doctor does. He’s so heart broken and confused by Amy’s words and he’s sure she’s just saying them in the heated moment. He’s sure she’s in shock and will say/do anything in order to make things better… and bless her she keeps asking him if surrendering herself to this angel will bring her to Rory and he can’t take it because he hates goodbyes. So now he’s freaking out too asking her to come back to the TARDIS so they can work something out, just to keep her.
But River knows. River knows exactly how that feels, the feeling of being ferociously in love with someone that the thought- the possibility of not sharing life with them is simply too much to go without, and she tells her mother to continue, tells her its okay and encourages her in the huge decision she’s making because she gets it. Heck, she grew up with them and watched them fall in love, being her ‘best friend’ I’m sure she witnessed her behaviour she'd witness how sad she got when he was away, or how frustrated she got with him, how he wound her up, how she fell in love with his flaws, and made her laugh and smile merely made her happy. 
She’s learning a beautiful lesson, that overrides everything else. That’s she’d rather die than have her happiness taken away from her. Sure she loves The Doctor but it was never about him, it was about Rory and their adventure.
I don’t know if anyone else notices but in the script is said River was crying and I can’t imagine how hard this was for her, to lose her parents at birth, go ridiculous amounts of hell to find them and grow with them in order for them to find out her true identity and only then start a journey as a 'family’ and she’s losing them both on the same day. She later tells The Doctor it doesn’t matter when it clearly does. And gah… 
To think that after this she went to the Library (If I’m not mistaken because her timeline is wibbly wobbly if not who cares just imagine the feels anyway) To do the same thing her mother did and surrender herself to death for the one she loved.

‘Til Death Do Us Part

*sees talk about MSA and marriage*

*aggressively headcanons something similar, but not the same*

In other words, I’ve seen some speculation on whether or not Lewis and Vivi might’ve been married before Lewis died. I’ve decided that my preferred answer to this question is “almost, but not quite”. Grab some tissues, because it’s gonna be a long, feelsy ride.

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It's a love story

A/N: 4.11 killed me with all the feels and so I just had to write some:

(◕ヮ◕)*:・゚ blissful, shameless CS fluff.

Summary: After the Snow Queen is gone and Killian’s heart is back in place, Emma finally has the time to look for her own place. As she starts to feel at home in every sense of the word, her soft spot for sappy love songs comes to surface - which, (need I add) Killian adores.

This was meant to be a short drabble but I got carried away and it turned out to be quite a long and feelsy one-shot. Lots of Emma feels ahead!

~ For an enhanced fluff experience listen to the songs mentioned in the fic: Quitter by Carrie Underwood and Love Story by Taylor Swift.

It is mid-January, and with all the Christmas craze gone, with no new villains wreaking havoc in Storybrooke, and with no boyfriend’s beating heart to return to its rightful place (you know you could have kept it, love. I’m sure it’d be more than safe with you, where it’s always belonged - the words that kept her up all night after she’d punched it back into his chest and shared the kiss that made her realise just how urgently she needed to get her own place), Emma had finally found some time to go apartment-hunting.

She had spent over a week visiting different places near her parents, or close to the town centre, but for some reason she would always compare every new flat to the very first one she saw. She’d find herself picking at petty details, and making a list of reasons why none of those other ones were good enough, or why they just didn’t feel as right as the first one. And so she finally up her mind and signed the contract to buy it. It was a modest, yet quite spacious apartment by the docks with a balcony attached to the living room overlooking the sea.

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dark-siren  asked:

You don't know me, so I'm sorry, this is pretty random, but. I blame you pretty much entirely for my all of a sudden shipping Sam/Bucky like WHOA (it's also slightly possibly Sebastian Stan's fault), and, um. I was wondering if you have any recs? I have a serious craving. :S Thank you very much.

OK, first–I ACCEPT THIS ONEROUS RESPONSIBILITY because it’s sucky to be alone in this and I want to take you all down with me. Also: it is a fucking travesty that I will never get an AMack/Sebstan romcom, it’s seriously all I want for Christmas any year. Every year. Whatever.

Second–there is so so so little of this ship on the ground, it makes angels weep. But you know what there is a goodly amount of? Steve/Sam/Bucky. (And I only mean “goodly amount” in comparison to the shocking dearth of Sam/Bucky. By any other standard, it would also be a shocking dearth, not a goodly amount.) And you know what? I am ok with this. Ain’t no problem a little polyamory can’t solve, amirite?

Here are the only fics I know of that are Sam/Bucky:

So have some wondrous OT3 fics, all amazingly long and feelsy:

AKA The Greater New York PTSD Support Group by triedunture. 12.7k. The fic picks up at the beginning of the healing process, with Steve holding too tight and Sam overwhelmed and Bucky’s not a lizard. (AMAZING. A-MA-ZING.)

On Your Way Up to the Light by Dira Sudis. 11k. Bucky can manage to be Sam’s friend even if he can’t remember how to be Steve’s. (HOLD ON TO YOUR HEARTS, FOLKS, IT’S GONNA BE A BUMPY RIDE.)

I Get By (With a Little Help) by rivlee. 8k. (OK SO I SUPER DUPER LOVE THIS ONE. LIKE….A LOT. I HAVE CONSIDERED PROPOSING TO THIS FIC.) Sam and Steve are together but then Bucky moves into the guest room and maybe Steve’s running away, or maybe it’s just too good to be true.

The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep

A/N: Long title for a little feelsy, woods smut drabble. Dedicated to my girls at the OUACS podcast, especially @smorgan4

        It has been a long while since Emma and Killian had a moment to breathe. Ever since coming back from New York and the Land of Untold Stories, respectively, they hadn’t been able to find time to be alone. So they finally made time, asking Regina watch Henry and putting their phones on silent. They would probably regret that later, but at that moment, they didn’t care. They decided a nice walk in the woods would be nice, just to clear the heads. They breathed in the fresh pine scent and listened to the birds chirping, walking hand-in-hand through the autumn leaf-covered woods.

           “This is nice,” Emma said, swinging her arm back and forth in his.

           “Aye, it is. I normally prefer the open sea, but there is something to be said for a secluded forest.”

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“a little piece of sunlight, nice and warm, for you to embrace during the long winter nights, to remind you that better days will come.”

a little something I’ve been hacking away at for a few days now. I’m surprised it’s still only 80 seconds long…