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NHL!Bitty, Part XII -  ‘A Stanley Cup Wedding’

The Schooners win game seven and dethrone the defending champion Falconers to claim Seattle’s first national title. 

Eric was definitely not expecting Jack to propose immediately after losing.

(A rework of the ‘Game 7 PVD vs SEA’ prompt that totally retcons some NHL!Bitty stuff, so timeline-wise: the Falconers took the cup Eric’s second year with the Schooners. The Schooners win the following season.)

NHL!Bitty Masterpost




Game Seven. Third period. Eric’s running on adrenaline, blue Gatorade, and rage.

Jack and the rest of the Falconers first line are racing to catch up, but Eric is ‘criminally fast’ (thank you ESPN for the lovely descriptor), and it’s almost too easy to whip the puck to Carter and wait for the siren.

Snowy can’t stop it. The Schooners will win in regulation. 

For a brief, terrifying moment, Eric sees Morin’s breakaway as the death knell of his relationship. He has flashes of Freshman year and he thinks ‘Jack is going to hate me’.

Eric closes his eyes and waits.

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Why there HAS to be a 4th episode or A quick reminder of everything that is fucky

I know that lately it has become difficult to keep believing in the existence of a fourth episode, one the fandom has decided to call the Lost Special. So this post has nothing but the goal to lay down the hard facts that prove not only the existence of that episode but also the necessity of it.

This is a collection of reasons why we believe in a Lost Special, all at the same place. No Arg, no speculations, no hard meta, just the irrefutable evidence we’ve gathered that shows how something is terribly wrong at the moment within the show itself. If someone starts doubting, this is supposed to remind them why we’re still in the expectative.

Tighten your belt, we’re going deep inside the show. It’s going to be long, and frankly not everything will make sense but that’s the point: nothing make sense otherwise.

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Daddy Kink (Ash’s Writing Challenge)

I know I’m a day late so it’s okay if I’m disqualified I just wanted to get this out either way! Also can we just talk about this gif fffuuuuuUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!! okay i need help 

Warnings: SMUT AFFFF, Daddy Kink, Overall Negan’s sexiness, cussing

Word Count: 1397

Originally posted by marythenurse


The sound of a washer machine hummed through the room, making the only noise to fill the void. Cleaning the saviors’ clothing had been the job you were assigned since Negan demolished your group and took you captive. You had lost track of the time since you arrived and faded into the routine. Weeks? Months? The answer was unknown and irrelevant. Lacking any social interaction, you could be found hiding in the laundry room or in your dorm. Avoiding Negan had been a speciality you developed. You were the kind of person to tend to hide away from your ‘crushes’. The amount of fantasies you had of him was quite embarrassing but it made a fun pastime during quiet evenings like today. The laundry room was tucked away in the basement, lacking light and people. You were pretty sure the only person who knew of this place was Negan. And even that assumption was debatable, until he had shown up that evening. You were daydreaming about him again, all outside sounds being drowned out by the cleaning machines. When he snuck in without warning, you hadn’t even noticed he entered until he spoke.

“Hey there darlin’” His husky voice sent a chill through your body and caused you to jump into reality. You gave a shy, weary smile in response. His eyes scanned the room as if he were seeing it for the first time.

“I nearly forgot about this fucking place. That is, until I thought of you.” He walked around slowly. His tall body making the room feel a lot smaller than usual.

“Believe it or not I’ve been fucking looking for you. I had almost given up hope until I was reminded of your duties. You haven’t been avoiding me have you sweetheart?” Negan held your gaze and he spoke those last words. Feeling your cheeks heat up you decided to continue your job to ease your anxiety.

Quit being a fucking pussy! You’ve dreamt of this man for the past few months and now you’re alone with him! Fucking do something!

You looked around the room and noticed a new box of dryer sheets on the top of the shelf behind Negan. Not only would that make you move instead of standing there like a deer in headlights, but it would bring you closer to his lean body.. Forcing your legs into action, you awkwardly moved past Negan.

Jesus Christ did you forget how to fucking walk? God I look like such a fucking dumb ass.

“No answer? That’s fine.” He chuckled to himself and leaned against the table in the middle of the room. Turning to face you as you attempted to reach for the dryer sheets. You went onto the tip of your toes to reach the box, but failed. After multiple tries of stretching your arms as far as the could go and nearly giving yourself a foot cramp with all that straining, you were about to give up.

Great. Now you can’t even reach the box. Now you look even more-

“Need some help? I’ve got to admit watching you struggle might have just made my day.” Negan laughed at your misery as he pushed himself off of the table and moved beside you. With his height, reaching for the box would take little to no effort. Your eyes roamed his body as he was about to assist you, but he stopped. You blushed as your eyes met his after thoroughly checking him out, a smirk spread across his face.

“What’s the magic word?” He teased.

“Please.” You spoke quietly making it so he could barely hear. He leaned down to your face and spoke low.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Without even thinking you took your chance, after all, you had desired this man for a long time and you weren’t about to miss your opportunity.

“Please, Daddy.” His eyebrows raised at your response as he smiled wickedly. His fingers lightly tapped beneath your chin and his eyes grew dark.

“Say it again.” He demanded softly, staring at your mouth. But you didn’t follow his order, instead you took it one step further. Lowering your eyes you dipped your chin, taking his middle and index finger into your mouth. He hummed in delight and your eyes met his, making sure not to break eye contact. Your mouth moved down his fingers, swirling your tongue around them, before slowly moving back up. When you pulled away, a trail of spit followed the two of you before breaking away.

“Please, Daddy.” You repeated yourself. But this time, you desired something other than the dryer sheets. To show him, you grabbed the same hand and moved it to your throat. Grasping the outside of his hand and tightening it around you, gazing up at him as he stared down at you with lust. His hand gripped your neck in response as he quickly moved against you, causing your body to press against the wall. The opposite set of fingers trailed beneath your skirt. You tugged on the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. It started off slow, before the two of your tongues entered the others’ mouth and moved rhythmically. His fingers roamed your body before sliding into your panties. Gasping into his mouth when he found your clitorius. Negan started to massage it before he decided he wanted more. He removed your underwear with one finger before moving both hands behind your thighs, he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his body. You yearned for him in every way. His kisses trailed from your mouth to you jawline, and then your neck. He then sucked on the soft spot just beneath your jaw. You lifted your head to give him full access as he took your skin with his teeth and tugged.  Moaning in response, you could feel him smirk against your skin in satisfaction. You could hear him unbuckle his pants hastily with one hand, and when hearing the belt fall to the floor you could help but grow more excited. You pulled him closer to you with your legs and he laughed lowly in response.

“Easy baby girl.” He whispered into your ear. Before you could react his thrusted into you, causing a gasp to erupt from your lips. He gave you a chance to adjust to his size, as if it were possible. When he felt you were comfortable he started to move, fast and hard. Moving your hands to his hair, you gripped onto him not knowing what else to do with this pleasure. You bounced against him as your back was pressed against the wall. Nibbling on your ear, he moaned huskily into you. You replied with a muffled moan as you pressed your face into his neck. You slid your hands into the top of shirt and dug your nails into his back. Negan wasn’t the only one marking his territory. You attempted to catch your breath but the only thing that occurred was a pleasure filled wince. A wave of pleasure started to rise within you and you squeezed your eyes shut in response. Unable to comprehend, it overtook your entire body as Negan moved faster into you. You cried out loud and dug your nails deeper into him, he rode out your orgasm and continued for his own. Your walls tightened around him causing Negan to shudder against you as you felt him throb inside of you. He attempted to hold in his noises but failed as he released a low moan, cumming into you.

“Ah, fuck!” His head pressed into your chest as he tried to contain himself. After he finished he pulled out slowly and allowed you to finally touch the ground and fix yourself up the best you could.

“Fuck sweetheart, I should help you out with laundry more often.” He smiled evilly as he pulled his pants back up and wrapped his belt around him.

“Of course Daddy, you know where to find me.” You winked and turned away to tend to your duties, swaying your hips as a tease. Feeling him watch you, you bent over to open the washer, giving him a clear view up your skirt.

“Or we can just fucking continue now.” He gripped onto your waist and pulled you into him for round 2.


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Pent Up Aggression

Pairing: Derek x Reader

So this wasn’t really a request, but I had a dream recently that I just needed to write about so an anon sent in ‘i would kill for some hot smut with morgan tbh, i don’t see it nearly enough’ and honestly I agree we 100% need this amirite. \

Small A/N:  if there is anything in the future any of you would like me to tag you in, please feel free to message me!  Also, if you write something and would like me to read it, I’d love to do so!  Tag me in stuff, I don’t bite!

SMUT WARNINGS ITS ABOUT TO GET HOT OK

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Tink

Originally posted by alexandersbane

Jace x Reader

Requested by @ladyannikki


“All that happened in one week?” You giggled as Izzy finished ranting and flopped onto your bed with you.

“Yes, it’s exhausting.” She complained and you nodded cuddling up with her as she ranted about everything that had happened that week.

“Maybe I could help?” You offered but she shook her head.

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Yes, Daddy (M)

Yoongi x Reader ft. Namjoon

Word Count: 3,830

Warnings: Dirty dirty smut. Voyeurism, exhibitionism Daddy kink, slight bondage…..whoops.

Summary: After a month apart, Yoongi comes back home with the boys of BTS. After finding a surprise gift from him, you meet up with the boys for a celebratory dinner/anniversary party, but Yoongi has other plans for you.

A/N: This is my fic, I’m just re-posting onto my sideblog.


It was a gloomy day, rain streaking the windows of your small apartment. You were curled up in bed with your fluffiest blankets and your favourite book, when you heard a faint knock.

Confused, you walked to the door and opened it, only to find there was no one there. You looked down the hallway but no one was in sight. Something at your feet caught your eye, looking down you saw a pale pink box with white ribbons tied around it, and a pretty bow resting on top. An envelope sat on the box so you reached down to open it.

Princess,

It’s been too long since I’ve seen you and I feel like treating my princess to a night out. I know this is last minute, but trust me and follow the instructions inside. All of them. Meet me at the restaurant.

Love,

Yoongi

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Don’t Say Anything (End)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just fucking fluff my dude. We need fluff after this emotional rollercoaster DSA put us through. Also warning if you don’t support having a kid before getting married I guess? Fun fact: My parents aren’t married at all but they’ve been together for 18 years (crazy, I’m 17) and my momma had me when she was 19. Idk why I’m telling you this alright goodbye

A/N: Why do I always put an authors note even when it isn’t necessary? It’s a mystery to me. Anywaysssss It’s over! Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this series, I hope you absolutely loved it! Heartbreaking fics is what I do best I guess. Alrighty well finish reading this shit and tell me what ya this overall :)

9 years later

Bucky wakes up to the sound of giggling and the smell of bacon being cooked. He let out a grunt and stretched, looking over and checking the time on his clock. 9:15 AM. With a huff (because quite honestly, he didn’t want to get out of bed) he stood up and immediately saw the papers sticking to his metal arm by the help of some magnets. He smiled, taking them off and looking them over. There were 2.

One of the papers had ‘I love you daddy’ written on it with hearts while the other had a stick figure drawing of 5 people all smiling. This made Bucky smile even more, knowing exactly who pinned the papers to his arm. He pulled the magnets off and walked downstairs, heading straight to the kitchen where he saw you and his three kids.

Your first child was named Rosalyn. Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. She wasn’t necessarily a mistake - god no - but she was unplanned. You and Bucky had only been dating for 3 years when you got pregnant with Rosalyn. It was a surprise for both of you. Her middle name, obviously named after Bucky’s mother. You remember his reaction when you suggested it.

After many long hours in labor, you had finally given birth to a beautiful baby girl. You were sat up on the bed, pen in hand as you filled out the form the nurse had passed on to you. You and Bucky had agreed on the name Rosalyn but when you came across ‘middle name’ you turned to the super soldier who was in the middle of doing skin-to-skin with your little bundle of joy.

“Buck.” you say softly. His blue eyes find yours and he smiles. “We never discussed a middle name.”

He pouted, looking down at his daughter who was sleeping soundly in his arms. “Hmm.. Delilah? What do you like?”

Your eyes go down to your daughter and you smile before locking eyes with Bucky. “How about Winnifred?”

The ex assassin’s eyes soften and gloss over with tears at the mention of his mothers name. “Really?”

“Yes, really. It’s a beautiful name.” you nod.

Bucky sniffled, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “It is.” his eyes travel down to the baby. “Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. I love it.”


Your second child was named Olive Natalia Barnes. You had her a year into yours and Bucky’s marriage. She was a stubborn little thing; didn’t want to come out so the doctor had to induce your labor. Olive was a little sassy thing (I mean for Pete’s sake she rolled her eyes at Bucky!). She reminded you of Natasha, hence her middle name. Upon hearing the news about Olive’s middle name, the red head cried. A lot.

The doctor finally let you have visitors but only two at a time and the first two people through that door were Steve and Natasha. They made their way to the foot of the hospital bed and smiled at you.

“Hey Y/N,” Steve was the first to speak. “How’re you feeling?”

You give him a smile. “Sore, but I’ll manage.”

The blonde chuckles before moving over to his best friend leaving Natasha who had migrated beside you.

“You look like shit.” the red head comments and you laugh.

“Thanks Nat, just what I needed.”

“Hey, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tell the truth?” you laugh again. “When can you go home?”

“They want me to stay one more day.” you respond and Natasha nods.

“Seems reasonable.” her eyes drift over to Olive who was wide awake. “And who’s this little one?” she cooed.

You smile. “This is Olive.” you carefully hand her over to Natasha.

“What, no middle or last name mom and dad?” she joked, keeping her eyes on the baby.

You look over at Bucky who smirked and that’s just what you needed before you turned back to Natasha. “Natalia. Olive Natalia Barnes.”

Her eyes snap up to meet yours, flickering between you and Bucky. “Oh my god.”

Her eyes fill with tears as she starred down at your baby girl.

“Do you like it?” Bucky questioned when all you could hear was her crying.

“Buck and I think it suits her. She rolled her eyes at him earlier. Reminded me of you.” you add with a smile, watching the two bond.

Natasha lets out a laugh and wipes away her tears. “I love it.” she says. Olive wraps her tiny hand around Nat’s finger. “I love it so much.”


Your last and final child was named Steven Christopher Barnes. You had him four years into your marriage. Bucky chose his name; naming him after his best friend. In all the years you’ve known Steve, you’ve never seen him cry. That was until the day Bucky told him what his nephews name was.

The doctor allowed visitors two at a time, just like last time with Olive. Again, Natasha and Steve were the first two to come in. Bucky was holding your son, rocking him back and forth in his arms.

“Alright, kid number three, let’s get this show on the road.” Nat joked as she sat in the extra chair beside you.

You lean your head back and smile.

“How was it? The birth, I mean.” Steve asked as he stood next to Bucky.

“God, by far the easiest.” you respond causing both Natasha and Steve to laugh. “He just slipped right out like a waterslide.” you imitated a waterslide with your hands and mouth and Bucky chuckled.

“Wow really?” the red head questioned.

“Mhm. They told me to push, I did and he was out like that.” you snap.

“Wow..” she murmured. “Oh hey are you fine… down there?”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well with Rose you… ripped… down there and then Olive did the same thing. Did it happen this time?” she questioned.

“Nat, do you see how big my son is?” you gesture over to Bucky. Steven has been your smallest child - in a healthy way of course, he was perfectly healthy.

“Ah, okay, I’m taking that as a no.” she nods.

The two men chuckle and you advert your eyes over to them.

“What’s the little guy’s name?” Steve questioned, peering down at your son.

“Do you want to hold him?” Bucky asked as he stood up.

“Yeah, of course.” the blonde nods. Bucky passes Steven to his friend who cradles the little bundle safely.

Bucky smiles at the sight. “His name’s Steven. Steven Christopher Barnes.”

When the super soldier looked up, his eyes were threatened with tears. “You named him after me?”

“Yeah. You’re the most caring, inspiring, brave, kind-hearted person I know and I only hope my son will turn out like you. You’re a good man, Steve. I’m proud to call you my best friend.” Bucky tells him.

Steve lets out a small sob as he gently hands Steven over to you before engulfing his best friend in a tight hug. “Thank you, Buck.” he cried into the brunettes shoulder. “I love it.”


“What are you lovely ladies doing?” he asked playfully. Steven makes a noise from his highchair. “Oh, and gentleman.”

“We’re helping mommy with breakfast!” your six year old, Rosalyn replied with a smile.

“Daddy, daddy! Did you see my drawing?” your four year old, Olive asked, jumping off the chair she was sitting in and running over to Bucky.

He squats down to her level. “I did and I loved it, doodles.”

Olive smiled and wrapped her arms around her father. Bucky calls her doodles because she loves to draw. He picks her up in his arms before striding over to the fridge. Using the two magnets, he pins the papers to the fridge before making his way over to you.

“Morning baby.” he spoke.

“Morning.” you look at him and smile only for Bucky to capture your lips in a kiss. Rosalyn and Olive let out strings of ‘ew’ and Bucky pulls away, chuckling.

“What are you saying ‘ew’ to?” he questioned, holding Olive tightly as he rounded the counter to Rosalyn.

“You and mommy kissed.” Rosalyn scrunched up her nose.

“What’s wrong with kissing?” he was now standing in front of her.

“It’s nasty!” Olive cuts in and Rosalyn nods in agreement.

Bucky smirked. “Oh really? So how would you feel if I.. kissed you!” he grabs Rosalyn and began peppering kisses on both her and Olive. They laughed, trying to get away from him but of course failed. He didn’t let them go until one year old Steven shouted ‘daddy’.

Moving away from the girls, he walked over to Steven who sat in his highchair, eating. “What? Why’re you yelling at me?”

The toddler giggles and raises his arms in the air, making grabbing motions.

“You want up?” Bucky asked and Steven nods. “Well too bad. Eat your food.”

Bucky turns away but looks over his shoulder only to see Steven’s lip quivering, getting ready to cry. He immediately turns back to his son and kneels down. “Oh no baby I was just kidding, come here.”

He lifts Steven out of his highchair and cradles him to his chest as he swayed back and forth.

You put the last piece of bacon on a plate before taking it over to the table, passing Bucky and Steven. After setting the plate down, you turn to your husband and son. “Oh my baby, what happened amorcito?” you coo and Steven lifts his head off of Bucky’s shoulder to look at you. He’s pouting, lip quivering even though he was perfectly fine when Bucky picked him up. “Is daddy being mean?”

The one year old nods and you softly run your fingers through his hair with a pout. Bucky rubs Steven’s back and kisses his cheek. “I’m sorry, bug.”

After a minute or two, Bucky puts Steven back in his highchair before sitting down as well, ready to eat.


You and your family make it to Tony’s new and improved Stark Tower (Tony’s request). Upon entering the living room, you see that everyone was already there.

“Hey.” you greet first, Steven in your arms while Bucky held Rosalyn and Olive’s hands.

They all turn their heads towards you and smile. “Hey guys.”

“Auntie Nat!” Olive shouted, pulling her hand from Bucky’s and running over to Natasha.

“Hey doodles, what’s crackin’?” the red head placed Olive on her lap.

“The bones of my enemies.” the four year old responds and you shake your head.

“Ah, I’ve taught you well.” Natasha high fives her.

Rosalyn slips away from Bucky’s grasp and makes her way over to Wanda and Vision.

“Hi aunt Wanda.” Rosalyn smiled.

“Hey Rose.” Wanda grinned, making room for the six year old to sit.

“Hi Vis.” Rosalyn waved.

Vision nods his head. “Hello, Rosalyn.”

Rose gets comfy. “Can you tell me about outer space?”

“Why yes,” he smiled. “What would you like to know?”

You tear your gaze away from the two when Steve comes towards you, arms outstretched. “Gimme.”

You smile, handing him Steven who hugs Steve tightly. “Hey buddy.” he chuckled. You watch him walk back to Sam and Clint and you scoff.

“The asshole didn’t even say hi to me. No ‘how’re you doing’ or ‘hi Y/N - Nothing!” you say.

Bucky chuckled. “He’s attached at the hip with Steven. Those two are hard to separate.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Tell me about it.”

At that moment, Bruce walks up to the two of you, a water bottle in hand. “Hey guys.”

“Bruce! You’re back!” Bucky exclaimed, hugging the doctor.

“Yeah, I’m back.” he laughed as they pulled away.

“For good?” you question.

Bruce smiles, knowing why you’re asking. “Yeah, for good.” he then turns to look at Natasha who was busy with Olive. “It’s about time I stop running away from the good things in my life.”

You grin and Bruce turns back to you. “Anyways I should get going, I’m surprised Tony hasn’t called me-”

“Bruce!” Tony’s voice cut off the doctor.

Bruce chuckled. “I spoke too soon. See you guys later.” and with that, he disappeared into the backyard.

Bucky set the diaper bag down near the wall just as Thor walked up to you. “James, Y/N!”

“Thor!” you shout, wrapping your arms around him. He gives you a bone crushing hug. Literally. He cracked your back.

“How is everything? The kids?” he asked.

“Everything’s good, the kids are good.” you nod over to where they are.

“And the baby..” he trails off.

“Steven.” you nod.

“Ah, you named him Steven.”

You let out a laugh. “Thor, I was not going to name him what you suggested.”

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, a thing he usually does for no reason.

Thor touches his chest dramatically. “What’s wrong with Asgardian Warrior Barnes?”

“Everything!” you chuckle.

“It would have been perfect for him. He could have been a warrior for Asgard.” he responds.

“Uncle Thor!” the voice of Olive rips through the air.

“Yes, my green Olive-” Thor turns around with a smile but it is immediately wiped away when he sees Olive holding his hammer with no struggle at all. Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on her.

“Uncle Tony tripped over your hammer so I brought it to you.” she smiled, lifting it up. Thor takes it.

“Right.. Uh…” he clears his throat, looking around the room at everyone who was watching. “Thank you Olive.”

She nods and walks back to Natasha while everyone pondered what just happened. Four year old Olive just picked up Thor’s hammer. Holy fuck.

“Right…” Thor says again. “I’m just gonna… go see if Tony needs help.”

And he was gone. Sam was the first to break the silence, laughing his ass off. “Hey Bucky, your kid is worthy.”

“Can it, Sam.” Bucky chuckled and just like that, everything was back to normal. You look around the room, frowning when you don’t see Pietro even though you knew he was away on a solo mission. You missed your best friend.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby doll?” Bucky questioned.

“Pietro.” you sighed. “I miss him.”

“I know baby,” he sighed, kissing your forehead. “He’ll be back next week.”

“I know.” you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let out a deep sigh, watching your kids smile and laugh with your friends. It was a wonderful sight.

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky murmured softly and you pull away slightly, enough to look at him.

“Yeah?”

The brunette smiled. “Thank you,” he says. “For giving me a chance all those years ago. For marrying me. For giving me three beautiful children. Thank you.”

It’s your turn to smile. “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he responds and your lips meet in a kiss. “And maybe we can get Nat or Steve to watch the kids tonight so we can…” he trails off while his thumbs rubs circles on your side.

“How long has it been since we’ve had sex?” you question.

“Six months.”

You groan before looking around. Olive was with Natasha, Rosalyn was listening to Vision talk about outer space and Steve was sitting on the floor with Steven and Sam, Legos sprawled out before them. You look back at Bucky.

“Who says we have to wait till tonight?” you smirk.

“Are you suggesting we-”

“Yup.” you nod. “My old room is upstairs and I know for a fact that it’s empty.”

“Naughty, naughty.” the soldier smirked before glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “Let’s go.” and with a squeeze to your hip, the two of you enter the elevator.

Some things never change.


A/N: I don’t know if you guys read my end-of-the-chapter authors notes but if you do holy fUck this was 2617 words and it’s 5:39 AM and I’ve watched Wreck-It Ralph a total of 5 times while writing this. Anyways it’s the end! Tell me what ya think!

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When you see someone being an idiot and an ass about something/to someone and you check the op and they’re from your fandom/the same ship.. And you just have to close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm down… But you just can’t help but think “Dear god this is why we have such a bad reputation and everyone hates us”

anonymous asked:

Hi honey, I was thinking if you could do one of Dunkirk. Like you're one of the few girls that are in there, and you fall in love with Alex, so you start a kind of relationship, but in the end you get hurt. Thanks!

I changed this up just a liiiittle bit but here’s some Alex for you because we all need a dose of Alex. x

Warning: Spoilers!

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You sat beside George on the boat’s floor, stroking his hair gently as he slept.

“Y/N? Dad wants you.” Peter came and said, staring at you with a sad expression as he glanced at your friend who slept on the floor with his head wrapped in gauze. You nodded and sniffled before getting up and walking up the few stairs before walking slowly in order not to fall to your dad.

You shot a look at the man who had himself wrapped in a blanket with a terrified expression. “How is he? The boy?” The man asked.

“His name is George.” You said with an attitude.

Peter walked over to you, putting his hand on your back soothingly to make you calm down. “He’s going to be okay.”

The man nodded shakily before looking in front of him.

“Dad? You wanted me?” You asked, moving closer to your dad who was stirring the boat.

He nodded with a small smile on his face before he put his arm around your shoulders, kissing your forehead. “I’m proud of you, kid.”

Despite the fear you had in your guts, you smiled. If you died, then you can’t think of another way to die. If you died, you’ll die with the honor of serving your country, your home and that was what kept you standing to your feet.

You wrapped your arms around your dad, “Thank you for giving me the opportunity, dad.”

About two hours later, you squinted your eyes when you saw something in the water —an airplane, more precisely, your country’s Spitfire.

“Dad! Dad! Look!” You shouted, pointing at it. “We have to go! He could be alive.”

Mr. Dawson looked at where you pointed, directing the boat to the air force plane. Peter got a cane that you had kept with you and began hitting the glass with all his power. You nervously watched before your face softened when the glass broke and Peter reached to grab the man inside.

You hurried to get another blanket from the lower part of the boat, glancing at George for a moment before walking back to where they all were, wrapping the blanket around the pilot who shot you a thankful look as he shivered a bit.

“You can go down to the cabin, it’s warmer there.” You told the pilot. Peter helped him down to the cabin. Moments later you heard murmurs.

“I don’t really know, son. You were right not to move him.” Seconds of silence, “You’ve done the best for him you can.”

Moments later Peter entered, his nose red and his eyes welled with tears.

“Is he alright?” The shivering frightened man asked.

“No.” Peter replied, glaring at him, making you take a sharp breath in, “No, he’s not.”

Minutes later, you were all watching the last pilot in the air after the enemy before Peter’s sound struck you.

“There’s men in the water!”

You all looked in disbelief before you rushed to get the blankets ready, standing with a stack in your arms already, excited to see the brave survivors.

“Oh, we’re getting into oil!” The pilot stated. Your dad was quick to put the screw into reverse to stop the boat.
You watched as Peter, the pilot, your dad and even the soldier start helping soaking wet soldiers into your yacht.

With a grin, you gave every soldier a blanket and directed them to the cabin.
Your breath hitched once your eyes made contact with green ones who watched you with the same astonished expression.

“Uh, below deck.” You said, handing him a blanket. He gave you a small nod before your attention was then on the soldiers going to the deck, “Hey, careful!” You looked at George’s sleeping figure.

The green eyes soldier was bending down to go to the below deck when Peter was then by your side, “Careful!

“He’s dead, mate.” The green eyed soldier said as he turned to look at your brother.

Your breath hitched and you felt your eyes well up with tears before you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“So be bloody careful with him!” Peter snapped before walking to the front again.
You watched as the green eyed soldier gently pushed George to the side before sitting down and looking at you, frowning when he saw your tearful eyes.

After you helped your dad and Peter with the yacht to turn as the 109 was approaching, you had managed to stay safe as you smiled, remembering what your brother told you all about this before he died.

You stood beside Peter as he stirred the yacht before finding the green eyed soldier and his, apparently, friend come up.

“Below, please.” You said politely, trying not to stare at the green eyed soldier who you still haven’t known his name.

“We just want to see the cliffs.” His friend said, staring out at the view.

“Alex.” The green eyed soldier said quietly to you as he leaned closer to your ear. “My name is Alex.”

You blushed, looking at him. “Y/N.”

“Dover?” Alex’s friend asked.

You shook your head, “Weymouth.”

Alex looked at the view sadly before looking at you and Peter, “We let you all down, didn’t we?”

Neither of you replied. You only looked at Alex, your hand reaching up to push his wet hair out of his face. You shook your head, offering him a small smile to which he returned.

The other soldier got below again, leaving only Alex, you and Peter standing.

“Are you warm?” You asked Alex.

He nodded warily, “Think I lost control over my body temperature.”

You smiled sadly at him before sitting down the small couch, patting beside you politely.

Alex was quick to sit beside you, opening his blanket for you to share. You shook your head with a smile before hugging your legs close to your chest, leaning on him as he subconsciously wrapped his arm around you, an act that had felt so right. The most right he had felt since war started.

“We’re going home, Alex.” You whispered, your eyes closing.

2 hours later, you were shook awake. You woke up to you sleeping on the couch, Peter looking at you with a grin. “Everyone got off, we’re home, sis.”

You sat up, looking beside you, disappointment settling in as you noticed no signs of Alex.

“Romeo didn’t want to leave, he was pushed by the eager soldiers, think he might be near.” Peter told you.

You quickly stood up, taking the blanket that was draped on you in your arms. “George, d-”

“I’ll take care of him. Go.”

You gave him a sad smile before giving him a quick hug and getting off the yacht, pushing through the crowd of people with the blanket in your arms.

You stood on a stack of 3 metal boxes, looking for any signs of him.

He had seen you. Despite being tall, Alex was standing on his tippy toes, wanting to at least just get a glance at you one more time before he saw you, taller than everyone as you stood on something high. He pushed through the people, giving his tea and toast to a random stranger before he hurried towards you, his hands on your waist instantly, making you gasp in surprise before feel in awe when you noticed it was him.

He lifted you and placed you on the floor, both of you having the same thoughts as you placed your lips against each other.

That was the rainbow after the rain.

You both pulled away, gasping for air as he held your face in his hands, your forehead pressed against each other.

“Come with me.” He whispered against your lips.

“I can’t. I can’t leave my family.”

Harry closed his eyes in frustration before placing his lips back on yours, “I need you. I need to see you.” He said breathlessly once he pulled away.

“Then stay.” You whispered, putting your hands on his face, bringing your body closer to his.

“German!” You both heard a shout before a gunfire.

Your breath hitched. Alex hid you in his arms, stepping quickly behind the 3 boxes with you. “Are y-”

You collapsed, Alex holding you just in time before your head hit the ground, falling with you. He looked at you in a panicking and confused expression before his eyes moved to your side, watching as blood poured down from you.

“No, no, no,” He said, tears falling down his face, “Stay with me, Y/N. Somebody help!” He screamed, gaining the attention of people.

“Hey,” You said before hushing him, your hand on his cheek, “It’s okay, it-it doesn’t hurt,” You said in a low and shaky voice, struggling to catch your breath.

“This isn’t supposed to happen!” Alex screamed, adding pressure to the bullet hole.

“Hey, look at me, look at me,” You said with tears falling. “T-Tell dad and Peter I l-love them. You made us proud, so proud.” You cried, blood now coming out of your mouth as Harry kept wiping your lips with his hand.

He cried. You were supposed to be his happy ending, he was supposed to be yours. This was supposed to be a story to tell to your grandchildren and kids. He had met you not long ago yet he knew; he knew you were the one for him.

“I love you, yeah?” He cried.

You smiled painfully, closing your eyes, “I love you, too.”

Alex watched as your hand fell from his face, your body getting heavier in his arms.

And despite feeling gutted and surrendered before, with a newfound pump of adrenaline, Alex was ready for war with a new taste of hatred, promising to avenge for his love and all the ones who never got to go home.

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Plot twist. Only because you wanted to. Dramatic, too. Hope you liked it! x

THE BEAST // MASTERLIST // REQUESTS CLOSED


Requests: could you do an imagine where the reader is in a beauty and the beast kind of situation and he won’t let them go until they heard that her family was in danger (cause of the Resistance) and he gives her the choice to leave, but they don’t really want to leave? thanks, i love your writing! + I don’t know how to do requests, but I feel like it’d be cool to have a sort of beauty & the beast au if that isn’t too cliche lol???? + Hey so I had this idea after watching the new Beauty & the Beast movie the other day. Ben is cursed by witch lady or Snoke or something and becomes Kylo Ren, essentially UNTIL reader shows up and he goes back to the Light side. Idk. I might sound stupid…

A/N: First things first, this took me like two weeks to do bc I had others to write and this was really long. Second of all, it follows both the animated and live action versions; the characters don’t turn into things, rather, force ghosts (you’ll see), also this is based on Alderaan and you can easily tell which character is who. Anyway, thank you for the requests to those anons! Enjoy!

Warning: Mention of death

Word Count: 10K+ (oops)


The castle that sat atop of a snow covered mountain in the planet of Alderaan was long forgotten–and unheard of. No one dared to enter the land of the cold, seeing as no one was truly aware of its existence with their lack of need to travel the mountains. But, the castle was not abandoned nor was it vacant. Inside lived many souls that had been cursed, one in particular being the most brooding of them all.

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