we were five years old again

Kiss My Ass - Stiles Stilinski/Mitch Rapp AU [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Rapp/Reader, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar and some guy called Remington.

Word Count: 22, 488 and I’m not even sorry about it.

Notes: Well, here it is! The highly anticipated ‘Kiss My Ass’ fic to honour reaching 2000 followers alongside the competition, so I really hope you guys enjoy this because I worked on it for MONTHS. I need to thank some girls, because this would not have been done without them. Thank you to my wonderful babes @dumbass-stilinski and @rememberstilinski and @sincerelystiles and the @thelittlestkitsune and @stilinski–jpeg because without them this would not be complete, I owe them big time. Especially Steff, who proofread this entire fucking thing. Shout-out to her for not flying to England and stabbing my enough times to match the word count. So warnings, hmmm.. we have cheating, bleeding, injury, kidnapping, hostages, and major character death. on the side I know you’re all here for we’ve got oral (both receiving), many different positions, over-stimulation, squirting, first-times, masturbation, public sex, and teasing.


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whatrparks  asked:

Heyyy! Love your blog, I've read possibly every fic under the "accidental relationship" and "pining" tags and was wondering if you could update one of them? much love to you people

I did the pining update yesterday and here’s the accidental relationship one. - Anastasia

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Diamond Side Down by hazelandglasz

(1/1 I 659 I Not Rated I Allydia)

Prompt 24- Accidental marriage

put a ring on it. by doctorkaitlyn

(1/1 I 1,120 I General I Sterek)

Stiles wakes up with a mouthful of dirt.

Werewolves + Alcohol = Married? by audrey1nd, RsCreighton

(1/1 I 1,260 I Teen I Stiles/Isaac)

What do you do when you wake up in bed next to your least favorite wolf and find that you got married the night before at your best friend’s bachelor party?

On the Other Shore by Strangeredlantern, Vague_Shadows

(1/? I 1,765 I General I Isaac/Stiles)

Stiles and Isaac have started building a life together with Eloise, but they still have a lot to work through.  

That’s What I Get For Waking Up In Vegas by dontletyourheartdistractyou

(1/1 I 2,821 I Mature I Erica/Malia/Allison/Lydia)

“This is so much like the Katy Perry song,” she groaned, throwing a hand over her forehead.

“Really?” Derek asked. “I was thinking of the Ashton Kutcher movie.”

(In which Erica Reyes accidentally marries four people while vacationing in 9Vegas.)

Turn a Little Faster by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 3,207 I Teen I Sterek)

He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He’s a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn’t get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden.

Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

Bacon Is The Answer To All Life’s Problems by eeyore9990

(1/1 I 3,322 I Teen I Sterek)

After the election results come in, Stiles uses his long weekend to go visit Derek in Nevada because running away from all of life’s problems sounds like the best of all possible choices. Shenanigans ensue.

Sealed with a Kiss by Inell

(1/1 I 3,628 I Explicit I Stackson)

The fairies seem to like to Stiles, and, unfortunately, the only other person they’ll even let around him is Jackson Whittemore, who he totally doesn’t have feelings for at all. Nope. Not at all.

And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 7,155 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

The Valentines Thing and Other Fiascoes by Pandaabeer

(6/7 I 8,705 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek has recently succeeded in a lot of things. He has a job, he has a place with electricity and heck he even has netflix. What he has never succeeded at and probably never will is relationships. He’s a sad sack when it comes to love. This Valentines is nothing new.

Or

The sequel to Valentines Strike no one wanted.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

(5/5 I 9,383 I General I Steter)

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.

“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says.
Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?”
“Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

Best Men by zcinmalik

(1/1 I 11,422 I Mature I Boyd/Scott)

Boyd, in a moment of startling clarity, finally feels the unnatural weight of the gold band adorning his ring finger.

To Form a More Perfect Union by WritersAreLiars

(3/? I 11,503 I Mature I Deucalion/Stiles)

Stiles never expected that helping an injured dog would result in him living out the plot of one of his novels. Now he’s accidentally married himself to the alpha of the esteemed Blackwood pack and hoping that Deucalion isn’t too good to be real.

The Hangover by van_helsa124

(13/13 I 15,826 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles and the pack visit Vegas to blow off some steam, only to wake up with no memory of the night before. After interrogating Peter for information they quickly realise that: Boyd is missing, a rival pack has declared a blood feud, hunters are on their trail …and, oh yeah, Derek and Stiles are married.

Steel Blue: A Fractured Fairy Tale by FiccinDylan

(15/15 I 29,251 I Explicit I Sterek)

The real reason Stiles and Derek stopped sleeping with each other was because Stiles was the first to break the feelings dam. For Derek, love and sex were placed in two separate compartments, but for Stiles, love was 9chocolate and sex was peanut butter, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups were always his favorite candy.

He knew he’d fall head over heels in love with the wolf and he did. And he didn’t know if he could handle Derek not feeling the same way. So instead he agreed with Derek to remove chocolate, and add in the jelly of sarcasm and ribbing banter and jerking off alone.

It sucked.

But Stiles respected Derek and valued his friendship over everything else., he’d do anything for the wolf.

Oh, and he also just found out that he might have a twin brother that’s a porn star for Neckz&Throatz, but oddly… that’s the sidebar in this tale.

Fools Rush In by origamifrogs

(3/3 I 30,673 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Stiles wakes up in his hotel bed in Las Vegas, sticky eyes blinking open to the sight of a stranger sleeping beside him.

A stranger who is male.

And naked.

Stiles promptly falls out of bed.”

Or, the one where Stiles and Derek get drunk in Las Vegas, accidentally get married, go on a road trip, and find love along the way.

UST (An Unfortunate Series of Tropes) by ureshiiichigo

(20/20 I 54,259 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

Wait, what?

Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

(9/9 I 63,371 I Explicit I Sterek)

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

***

The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.

The Purloined Letter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

(34/34 I 83,123 I Explicit I Sterek)

Kate Argent learns that Peter Hale has a letter, the contents of which, if known, would ruin her, and decides the best place to find it would be the hunting party arranged for the Whittemore-Martin engagement celebrations, but there are some issues with her plan, Peter has brought his nephew, the house is full of omega meaning everyone is watching everyone else, Lydia is not as happy with the engagement as her mother casting her eyes on someone else, her niece, who she’s meant to be chaperoning has eyes for a penniless Scottish Lord, and she’s not even sure that Peter brought the letter with him.

The Moon and the Stars

Anonymous said: Can I request Taehyung being your roommate and you’re not aware of his feelings until he comes home drunk 😊😊

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You and Tae are roommates and it’s great. You two get along well and hang out from time to time. One night he comes home from a night of partying, completely wasted, and tells you he’s in love with you. However, given his reputation, that’s not exactly a good thing…

Genre: College/Roommate!auFluff, Angst(ish?)

Word Count: 5,000 (exactly!)

Content: Adorably drunk Tae, some mushy fluff, a little bit of angst, some swearing

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being 5k oops. Partially inspired by Weight Lifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo.

Sneak Peak:

Taehyung took your hand and started walking. At that moment you noticed that the clouds had drifted off, revealing the billions of stars that were hidden behind them.

You looked up at the clear night sky. “Look, Tae.” You said, pulling on his sleeve. You used your free hand to point up at moon, which was bright, and full. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

He didn’t let his eyes follow your finger toward the stars. Instead they remained fixed on you when he replied, “She is.”

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SO I WROTE THE ANGST (which u can find here if u want) AND. DIED A LITTLE BIT INSIDE. But,,, it’s his birthday,,, I can’t just write angst,,, so… *throws fluff in your face*


“Morning, beautiful,”


Tony squinted, rolling a little further into the warm embrace that he knew was Steve’s arms and groaning softly. “No. Too early. Call back in an hour.”

Steve laughed, lips brushing softly over Tony’s hair. “It’s 11. I’ve been lying in for 3 hours, now.”

Tony smiled, kissing Steve’s chest as he did so. “Have you just been lying there watching me this whole time? Pervert,”

“Guilty,” was all Steve said, before rolling himself on top of Tony, elbows resting against the bed to stop his weight from crushing into Tony’s arc reactor. He leaned down a little, kissing Tony’s nose. “Happy birthday, darling,”

Tony paused, brow furrowing for a moment before it dawned on him. “You remembered my birthday?”

Steve shot him a look, part frown, part fond exasperation as he kissed Tony again. “We go through this every year, babe. Yes, I remembered your birthday. I’m slightly offended that you thought I wouldn’t, to be honest.”

Tony shrugged, pouting a little as he arched up into Steve’s touch, hands wrapping around his neck and mouth finding Steve’s. “Does this mean,” he whispered in between kisses, “crazy morning s-”

“Nope,” Steve interrupted, pushing Tony’s hips back on to the bed before rolling off him, grinning cheekily, because he was a motherfucking tease, “There’s food cooking- and the team said they’re waiting for us downstairs.”

Tony groaned, sprawling out on the sheets ad smushing his face further into the pillows. “But it’s my birthday-”

“And the team are going to come barging up here with pitchforks unless we hurry up,” Steve interrupted, throwing on a shirt and smiling as he crossed the room and jumped back on the bed, crawling over to Tony and covering his face with kisses, despite the man’s giggling protests.

“Steve, stop it, I thought we needed to h-h-hurry!” Tony wheezed, as Steve dug into his ribs and tickled, mouth moving across Tony’s face and strategically, covering every area he could find.

Steve paused, nipping Tony’s ear lightly before sitting up and sitting on his knees, still beaming. “Correct. Let’s go, Stark, get a move on, we don’t have all day- you’ve already spent half of it asleep.”

Tony groaned again, but allowed Steve to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him up. He took the opportunity to slide his arms around Steve’s shoulders again, mouth on the other man’s neck. “Are you very sure we can’t just-”

“I’m not going to let you tempt me, Tony,” Steve said, biting his lip and unwrapping Tony from his neck. It looked like he was having a tough time believing his own words, but he kept firm, yanking them both up into standing and then maneuvering Tony until he was facing the direction of his wardrobe. “We will definitely be coming back to that later, though.”

“I’m counting on it,” Tony said, pulling out some comfy clothes from the bottom of his wardrobe and throwing them on. “By the way you’re talking, I’m guessing you’ve got plans for me.”

Steve nodded, watching Tony dress. “Yep.”

“Care to give me a hint?”

“Nope.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve excessive amounts of peril, I’m good. Medium amounts of peril are fine, though. Also no nudity on Clint’s part.”

Steve paused, but altogether he didn’t seem that shocked by Tony’s wishes, which said something about their lives, really. “I told Clint explicitly that no clothes were to be removed, don’t worry. As for the peril, I’m pretty sure there will be none. Although, you know, I can’t exactly promise that.”

Tony just shrugged, walking over to where Steve was sat on the bed and slotting himself between his knees. “Eh, that was pushing it anyway.”

Steve laughed, taking Tony’s hands and kissing the palms, before wrapping his arms around Tony’s waist and pulling him in, pressing his face to Tony’s stomach. “Happy birthday,” he said again.

Tony stroked his fingers through Steve’s hair, shutting his eyes and letting the sound of Steve’s breathing take over. 


Well. For about three seconds, anyway. After that, their moment of peace was rudely interrupted by four other people as they kicked the door open and piled in.


Tony sighed as he was rounded on and pulled away from Steve, who was just sitting there with a fond smile and a twinkle in his eye. The team had a very thorough hold on him, so there wasn’t much point in trying to fight them off. He just let them haul him up and carry him down the stairs, while Steve laughed and trailed along behind him.

“Which one of you creeps is feeling my ass?” He yelled.

“Apologies, Tony, there is no other space to hold,” Thor said, giving him a look that meant there were plenty of other spaces to hold, he was just a little shit.


Once they’d kidnapped him, it didn’t take long for all of them to end up in the communal kitchen, dropping Tony gently on the table and then pressing a mug of coffee immediately into his hands.

“Thanks Brucie,” he said, because it was only Bruce who knew how to make coffee just right- everyone else had yet to learn the art.

“Right! When do we get to do presents?” Clint asked the room, clapping his hands and then slow-motion punching Tony in the face, because he was a five-year-old.

“No time like the present,” Natasha shrugged, and then paused, eyes widening a little. “That… that was not a pun. If any of you mention that ever again I’ll break your fingers.”

Tony laughed, and Natasha saw, but she just rolled her eyes and smiled a little, squeezing his arm. “We had a long think about what to get you this year- it was kinda difficult, as always, to buy anything for you, considering the fact you are a billionaire and can therefore buy anything you so desire.”

“So we were like- what do you do for a guy who has everything?” Clint cut in theatrically, before whipping an envelope out of his pocket and grinning. “Why, you do him favors, of course.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed, as he took the envelope from Clint’s hands. “This better not implode upon opening-”

“I can vouch for Clint, don’t worry,” Steve said, leaning on the counter opposite Tony and smiling. “No explosions.”

Tony nodded, and ripped open the envelope. Inside, there were three strips of paper, with hand-written sentences in the middle of them. He furrowed his brow curiously as he removed them, reading them quickly.

5 free passes to the TV, even when I’m watching it, because it seems 80% of all our fights stem from arguments over who wants what.

1 team-up against Natasha. Only one. She’s scary and will kill us both if we do it any more than that.

5 ‘leave me the fuck alone’ opportunities. You invoke this slip and say those words, and I’m gone, no questions asked.

Tony looked up, confused. “What the hell does this mean?”

“It means,” Clint rolled his eyes and hopped on the table next to Tony, “that these are favors you can ask- no arguments allowed- of me, contractually signed and agreed upon. Only for the amount of times it says on the slip, though, I’m not that easy.”

Tony stared at them for another few seconds, before a smile broke out on his face, and he looked at Clint, eyes sparkling. “Thank you. I’m going to savor the fuck out of these for years, you know. Save them for special occasions. Or maybe I’ll do them all at once, and make you my slave for the day.”

Clint frowned, but Tony pulled him into a hug and then let go, turning to Natasha as she held out an envelope of her own. “Wait- you’ve all done this?”

“Yes. Decided to switch things up for a change, you know?” She explained, shoving her present into his hands and then turning away to grab some food. Tony knew she didn’t like her kindness being acknowledged, but when Tony read her slips, he jumped off the table and pulled her into a tight hug anyway, which she luckily returned.


One by one, he received all the favors off each teammate- from ‘will let you ride on the Great Stallion of Asgard through the meadows of Gold’ from Thor to ‘I’ll get you coffee whenever you ask for a whole month’ from Bruce.


It was perfect and thoughtful and by the time he got around to Steve’s envelope, he was already feeling pretty emotional.


Smiling, he opened the letter and pulled out its contents. There were three slips, the same as everyone else, and Steve had bordered them with little cartoon drawings of the whole team. It looked adorable,,and Tony grinned up at Steve, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down for a kiss before he continued.

The whole team were positively beaming, and everyone seemed to have forgotten how to stand still- even Steve was fiddling with his hands as Tony read through the first note.

I’ll grow a beard on three different occasions for a month- I know how much you want to see it on me.

Tony laughed, imagining clean-cut, lovely Steve with a scruffy lumberjack beard. “Yeah, I’m using the first one right now. No shaving for a month, baby.”

Steve laughed nervously as Tony continued.

You can order to me get to bed if I’m in a shitty mood and still working at the gym. 10 times, non-negotiable on my side.

Tony smiled softly, nodding his head. “That sure will come in useful. Thank you, Steve.”

At this point, the entire room was pretty much vibrating on the spot, and Tony was a little nervous as to what the last one was going to be. He looked at Steve curiously, eyebrow raised, and Steve just nodded at the last slip, biting his lip.

Curious and a little excited, Tony read through the last line.



This one isn’t so much doing a favor for you as it is me, but- you’d make the happiest man in the galaxy if you would let me have the honor of spending the rest of my life with you, as your husband. If you’ll have me. Unlimited offer.



Tony stared at the words for a long time. When he looked up, Steve was on one knee, and there was a ring held between his fingers.


He raised an eyebrow, scarlet in the face. His hand was shaking a little, but there was the same determined look in his eyes that he kept for battles.

Like Tony agreeing was ever going to be a battle.


“Oh my god. Yes. Holy shit, yes, Steve.”


The room erupted in yells and cheers, and Steve’s eyes widened in shock as Tony jumped off the table and slid down until he was able to throw himself at Steve, burying his face in the other mans shoulder and gripping the fabric of his shirt so tight his knuckles were white. “Yes, yes, yes, holy shit, I love you Steve, yes-”

Steve kissed him, cutting off the ramble, but they had to stop when both of them began laughing uncontrollably. Steve looked down at Tony, wiping the tear tracks off his cheeks with his thumbs before leaning down and kissing him again. “You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And I’m going to be the best husband you could ever hope for, Tony Stark. I promise.”

Tony opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment it seemed Thor lost patience and tackled them both to the floor, hugging them tight enough to bruise. Not that Tony gave a damn, mind.


He was marrying Steve. 


“Group hug!” The God yelled, and Steve was laughing, tears still in his eyes as he rolled Tony into his arms and leaned over him, making sure he wasn’t crushed as four other superheroes launched themselves on top of them, whooping and yelling and (In Clint’s case, anyway) removing their shirts to swing them like lassos.

Tony felt like he was dreaming. Like he was floating on a level of euphoria that anyone else had yet to reach.


He was marrying Steve.


“Clint, what did we say about keeping our clothes on?” Someone groaned, and Tony could feel the vibrations of Steve laughing on top of him, his face crinkled and smiling from ear to ear.


He was marrying Steve.


“Happy fucking birthday,” He said to himself, stealing a kiss before the whole pile rolled and fell down the set of stairs that lead to the living room.

the story of how isak discovers that even has a teddy bear

“Is that a teddy bear?”

Even jumps. He had thought he was being so subtle, smuggling Nas (his, yes, teddy bear) into the cardboard box in the middle of the room while Isak was in the bathroom.

“No,” he says quickly, using one of the shirts in the box to hide Nas under and turning back to Isak in the doorway with what he hopes is an innocent expression.

Isak walks towards him slowly, a grin spreading across his face. “Yes, it is, Even. You can’t lie to me, I’m the master liar.”

“You’re not the master liar. And I’m not lying.”

Isak reaches under the shirt in the box and pulls out Nas by one of his legs (which, by the way, is very insensitive to the little bear) and holds him out towards Even with an amused expression.

Even grabs him from Isak, and holds him more gently. “Be careful with Nas!”

Isak’s mouth drops open in a silent laugh. “you called your teddy bear Nas?”

Even folds his arms, slyly hiding Nas from Isak’s view. “No. I don’t have a teddy bear.”

Isak raises his eyebrows, still giggling sliightly. “I can’t believe we’re moving in together, and I didn’t even know you have a teddy bear.”

“I don’t have a teddy bear? This isn’t a teddy bear, Isak.”

“What is it then?”

“The world’s best rapper,” Obviously. Isak should know this. And then - “Formerly known as Snuggles,” he mumbles, looking down.

Even looks at Isak, who seems to be combusting from trying so hard not to fall over laughing.

“Stop laughing at me,” Even pouts, trying his best to be mad at Isak (but how can he, when Isak is so cute?)

Isak coughs and tries to keep a straight face. “Why did you-” he coughs again “-why did you change it’s name?”

Even quickly places Nas back into the box and turns around. “We’ve got work to do, Isak. No time to talk!”

He busies himself with emptying his desk instead of looking at Isak, who comes to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around Even’s stomach and resting his head on Even’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Isak says, and Even can hear the smile in his voice, “and you don’t have to be embarrassed. I think it’s cute.”

“I’m not cute. I’m 194cm of manly and incredible.”

“You’re cute,” Isak insists. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you can’t tell me you changed your teddy bear’s name from Snuggles to Nas and not tell me why.”

Even doesn’t speak. He knows Isak will persuade him to talk eventually, but for now he focusses on sorting through the old drawings on his desk.

“Tell me,” Isak whines, squeezing Even tighter, and then whispering, “I’ll give you a blowjob.”

“You’ll give me one anyway,” Even replies, because if there’s one thing he’s certain of it’s that.

Isak huffs. “Eviiiiiiii.”

Even rolls his eyes, despite the fact that Isak won’t be able to see it. “So, I was twelve years old.”

“Go on.”

“I’ve had Nas since I was three,” he pauses to snort, “He’s almost as old as you.”

“Shut up and tell me why you changed his name.”

“Demanding, much?”

“I’m glad we have a couch in the new place, because you’re sleeping on it.”

Even rolls his eyes again, and then says “I changed his name because I didn’t want my first girlfriend to judge me.”

After about five seconds of silence, Even feels Isak’s entire body start to shake with laughter. “When you were twelve?”

Even sighs loudly. “Yes, Isak, when I was twelve.”

“That’s awesome. Now I’m just imagining twelve-year-old you, thinking you were all that because your teddy bear was called Nas and not Snuggles.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Painkiller

Sirius Black x Reader

Part 2

Originally posted by nellaey

„Slow down, please!” Lily’s voice echoed in the corridors as she tried to grabbed your arm. You felt dizzy, although the potion brought a relaxing feeling over your entire body. Lily stopped you in front of the Great Hall and cupped your face. „Look, are you sure you are okay?”

„I feel wonderful.” – you whispered a same tone as her before you pecked her forehead. She laughed at you as you stepped into the hall, heading to the Gryffindor table to your friends.

„Good morning to my favourite boys!” – you shrieked, kissing the boys on their cheeks. Remus smiled but frowned, Peter flushed, Sirius kissed you back, James grinned like a kid.

„Evans, what have you done to her?” Sirius asked with an amused face. Lily played with his hair; her eyes avoiding the boys’ face.

„Well, you know… she had this horrible headache, so I made her a potion… don’t look at me like this, I made it a thousand times before! But I probably added a little bit more bitterroot than I should… BY ACCIDENT, of course!”

„So, technically, you drugged her.” – James said, trying to suppress his laugh as you placed a lots of toasts in your plate before started to build a house from them.

„No, I didn’t!” She protest, and looked at you with a big sigh. „I should take her to the Hospital Wing. She can’t go to the classes like this.”

„Are you really want to deprive us from this? Look at her, she’s so cute, I wanna watch her all day.” You snapped your head up at Sirius words with a long „Ooooooh” and made your way to him. Sitting down next to him, you embraced his neck with one hand and murmured with a mellifluous tone, inches from his face. „YOU are the cute one, you know? So cute.”

„Well, if you insist…” He looked like a five year old kid on Christmas morning and you were his present. Lily jumped up. „Okay, I really take her to Madam Pomfrey.”

„NO!” – you yelled, standing up too. „I have to go to Magical of Care Creature. Magical for… Creature… so, you know. That.”

„Calm down Evans, we’ll take care of her. She’s just all funny, she’ll do no harm.”

Lily sighed again. „Alright, alright… But don’t do anything stupid with her!”

„What are you talking about? We would never do anything stupid.” James smiled, taking Lily’s hand.


Ten minutes later you were sitting on the grass between James and Sirius with a bowtruckle in your left hand, a quill on your right, and a parchment on your lap. As the time passed, you weren’t so exhilarated anymore, but you felt yourself groggy, so sometimes you just leaned to either James’ or Sirius’ shoulder, earning an even bigger sigh from Lily than earlier. „We really should’ve taken her to the Hospital Wing…” – she repeated.

„Lily, I’m fine!” – you assured, showing your drawing to her. „See?”

„That’s… a unicorn. We have to draw… where is your bowtruckel?!” She shrieked, but James lifted up his hand with two creature.

„Right there, my love.”

Lily shook her head with a smile and continued his work before you spoke up.

„James, wanna know a secret?”

„Y/N, for your own good, I suggest you to SHUT. UP.”

„Shhh.” James leaned closer to you, grinning. „Tell me.”

You giggled before you whispered so quietly in his ear, it was a miracle that even he could hear. „I’m in love with Sirius.”

He let out a girly scream, still grinning. „What did she said?” Sirius asked, leaning closer to you and James.

„Sorry Padfoot, I won’t tell my friend’s secret.”

He huffed, looking at you next. „Then you tell me, Y/N.”

You reached out and ruffled up his hair. „I can’t.”

„Keeping secrets from me and touching my hair? You playing a dangerous game, darlin’.”

A small chuckle left your mouth before you rested your head against his shoulder. „I know you secretly love it.”

What was his answer, you haven’t heard, since you fell asleep. But only for a few seconds, until you felt two big hands around your lower back, keeping you steady. „Easy there. Hey. Are you alright?” Sirius asked with a concern in his voice, lifting your chin up so your eyes could met. With a sleepy blink, you just nodded.

„I think she really should go to the Hospital Wing.” This time it was Remus, but now all of them agreed with him.

„No, no I’m okay, we still have classes.”

Sirius lifted you up from the ground and cupped your cheeks. „I’ll go with you to your dorm so you can sleep. Don’t worry about the classes, one day skipping is not the end of the world. Can you do that for me?” He stroked your cheeks with his thumb; his gaze burned into yours.

„Mhm. Okay.”

He told the professor you feeling ill, so he should escort you up to the Hospital Wing. Of course you didn’t go there but your dorm where he helped you to get into bed and threw a blanket over you.

„Need anything else?” – he asked, sitting next to you on the bed, stroking your upper arm.

„Stay with me, please?”

„Encouraging me to skip my classes?” – he said with a cocked eyebrow.

„Like it’s big deal for you.” He laughed. „Please. I want cuddles.” With an innocent smile, you batted your eyelashes at him.

His eyes widened. „You want me to cuddle with you?”

„Pretty please?”

„How could I say no?” – he sighed with a smirk as he crawled next to you, arms wrapped around you from behind with legs interwined. His warm body pressed to yours, his calming scent made you relaxed and sleepy again.

„You’re so comfy.”

„Am I?” – he mumbled; his hot breath tickled your skin as he buried his face into your neck.

„Mhm. So soft. Like a puppy.”

He laughed loudly and kissed your cheek. „Funny mood, aren’t we?”

You turned around, a hand pressed against his chest, an other cupped his cheek. He smiled at you kindly whilst rubbed your back, and you slowly leaned on, placing an open mouthed kiss on his soft lips. His hand stopped from the surprise, but kissed you back almost immediately. After you pulled back, you rested your head on the crook if his neck, with a smile on your face, ready to fell asleep.

„What was that?”

„I think you can recognize a kiss, Pads?”

You could felt his smirk against your forehead as he started to rubbing your back again gently. “S’all right. Sleep now, my silly girl.”


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I’m so upset right now, I don’t know what to do.

Yesterday my five year old (read that again, I said five… it’s important) and I were in the car and learning about directions. North, South, East, West. My rear view mirror has an indicator in it and every time we turned we talked about which way we were headed. She seemed like she was struggling to remember even after getting it right several times. She’s been doing this more frequently with a lot of topics she knows backwards and forwards and it’s frustrating but I try not to let her know I’m frustrated. We turned again and the indicator changed to SW and she immediately shouts out “South West!!” I get super excited and congratulate her because YaY she gets it but then I hear a muffled “Oh No.” from the back seat and look to see her covering her mouth with her hand like she said a bad word.

After a lot of questioning about what the heck just happened, she finally admits.

“I didn’t mean to be smart. Girls aren’t supposed to be smart.”

Y'all. I almost broke down into tears right then and there. I asked her what she meant by that, girls are smart! Mommy is smart right? My FIVE year old was getting so upset because she had let it slip she knew things and I didn’t seem to be able to make any difference. Eventually, we got to the kicker….

“But boys don’t like girls who are smart.” She tells me, clearly distraught.

“Fuck boys.”

This, at least, gets the little light of my life to laugh again. She knows mommy has said a bad word and it always makes her giggle. I’m seething in rage that she has been taught to hide her intelligence already, but at least I’m not keeping her mood down in the dumps… I guess.

I’m not one hundred percent sure where to go from here. Honestly, I’m not even ten percent sure. I let the topic drop yesterday because I was too upset to make rational decisions and we went home and played Snipper Clippers… a game that requires you to think… and worked on the puzzle she got for Easter.

And then I read her a story about a bunch of puppies trying to feed themselves while their owner is sick because she is FIVE and can’t read on her own yet. She can’t read, but she knows boys don’t like girls who are smart.

We try so hard, to teach her to think, to problem solve. We encourage her when she’s interested in ‘brainy’ things like the set of gears she loves to tinker with. But I can’t control every aspect of her life. I work. My husband works. In a few months she will be in kindergarten and around even more people and children of various ages than she is now at day care.

And I can’t help but think about this child, who KNOWS boys don’t like girls who are smart…

What else does she know?

The Most Disturbing Things in John Winchester’s Journal:  A Comprehensive Study.

@jaredsnuggles made a really incredible post about all mentions of the boys in John Winchester’s journal.  It’s incredibly helpful for writing reference, and filled with genuinely heartwarming moments and an interesting glimpse into John’s POV.

But as someone who’s pretty infamously critical of John’s parenting skills, what I most noticed was the progressively disturbing way in which the boys were brought up, the responsibilities placed on them, and the way in may have impacted their psyches (performing!Dean, anyone?) 

So let’s take a look at some of the most blatant examples of the Winchester’s upbringing that would have had the Child Protective Services knocking on most people’s doorsteps, and how it may have influenced the people they’ve become.


1.  Encouraging violent, illegal, and womanizing behavior:  

  • Dean turns fourteen today. He took off to the movies with a girlfriend. I think her name is Katie. Quite the ladykiller, that kid. Like I was at his age. Hell-raising, foul-mouthed, full of piss and vinegar. Silas had it right: he’s like me. If I’m not careful with him, by the time he’s twenty he’ll have left a trail of kids and arrest warrants all over the country. 

For some reference, Dean was not “a lady killer” at that age.  He was fourteen at the time, and didn’t even have his first kiss until he was at the boy’s home (where John dropped him) at age sixteen.  
At fourteen, he was still a child, having a presumably very chaste relationship with another child, seeing as it didn’t even involve the rudimentary making out.

  • Dean turns twenty-one today. I’d buy him a beer if I thought it would be something new. He’s also old enough to buy his own guns now. I tried to raise him right, and looks like I did. He’s a scam artist, a ladies’ man, and an absolutely loyal son. He knows what’s right and doesn’t hesitate to do it. I’m proud of him. Now that he’s hunting on his own I don’t see as much of him, but I know he’s out there. When I call him in on a job, he’s right there every time. I’ve spent the last sixteen years afraid that I was going to screw him up somehow. Maybe now I can forget about that.

This one is just messed up on multiple levels.  For one thing, there’s a lot of talk about “performing!Dean” within the fandom, and it’s easy to see where that persona comes from:  this, along with his ability to shoot, kill, and protect Sam, is one of the few times John expresses overt pride in Dean.  Of course a child/young man struggling to garner his father’s affection and approval would adopt the most suitable persona possible to do so.

It’s my opinion that Dean, at his heart, isn’t a “scam artist” or a “ladies’ man:”  he’s a homebody who loves to cook and clean and take care of people, with a lot of traditionally feminine characteristics.  He can also be interpreted as having a lot of internalized same-sex attraction.

Would John have accepted that?  From what I’ve seen, probably not.  Performing!Dean is just the son John wanted. 

2.  Age-inappropriate responsibility/obsessive behavior:

  • I took the boys, said good-bye to Missouri, and got the hell out of Lawrence. If I never go back, it’ll be too soon. Not for Dean, though. The first thing he wanted to know was when we would go home. But we don’t have a home anymore, Dean. The sooner you get used to that, the better. We don’t have a home until we find what killed your mother. 

The fact that it was hammered into Dean’s brain that they didn’t, and would not, have a home for the foreseeable future would have been a tremendous blow to a child’s psyche – particularly when it was just mentioned that he wasn’t speaking or leaving John or Sam’s side less than a month prior.

  • I’ll hunt, and the boys will hunt, and we will find whatever killed Mary and we will send it to Hell. And on the way, we will kill every monster and ghoul and ghost and demon and anything else. My boys will not grow up to experience what I have. They will not lose what I have lost. 

As always, his intentions are clearly good here, but for some reference, this was 1983.  The same year Mary died.  Dean was four, Sam was an infant, and he’s already decided that they can and will hunt.

  • Took Dean shooting. If he’s big enough to try to comfort me, he’s big enough to start learning the tools of the trade. I only let him fire the .22, but he is a deadeye marksman. My drill sergeant would have taken him over me in a second. Times like this, I sure am proud of my boy. I have a feeling it’ll be different with Sammy. Maybe he’s just too young to show it, but I don’t think he’s got the same kind of killer instinct. 

There are two disturbing things going on here:  Dean is being taught to kill at age six, and John’s reasoning is the fact that because he’s old enough to serve as emotional provider for a fully grown man, he should be able to.  And also, there’s something about a six-year-old having a “killer instinct” that just sounds incongruous to me.

This is also one of the few times he expresses genuine pride in Dean.

  • For his seventh birthday, I took Dean shooting again. He wanted to fire one of the big guns—that’s what he called them. I let him shoot the Browning, but I steadied his hands. Sammy wanted me to help him make Dean a card. It was like a normal day, like we were a normal family with a mom who was off shopping or at work or something. Instead of dead. That illusion never lasts. I can’t afford to let it. 
  • Sammy is five today. Thank God. He almost didn’t make it. I could blame Dean, but it’s my fault. There’s enough blame to go around. I missed the kill, and I left Dean watching Sam, and he couldn’t pull the trigger when he needed to. I haven’t taught him well enough. If he is weak like that again, my boys will die.

The fact that he’s blaming his nine-year-old son for his inability to kill, subconsciously or otherwise, in addition to putting a nine-year-old in a situation where he’d need to kill, is disconcerting to say the least. 

  • Last night, Sammy woke up in the middle of the night telling me he was afraid of the thing in the closet. I went and looked. There was nothing in the closet, but I’ve seen too much not to believe that there could be. So I handed Sammy the .45 and told him the next time he saw the thing in the closet, he knew what to do. I don’t think I’ll win any awards from parenting organizations, but five nights running now Sammy has slept without nightmares. Sometimes a .45 under your pillow is all you need. 

Sammy is sixteen years old today. God knows he’s got plenty of torments. Now he’s got a driver’s license, too. Doesn’t make much difference. He’s known how to drive since he was nine.

3.  Neglect:

  • Mary, you know I would never leave the boys with strangers I couldn’t trust. You know that, right? I never would. 

The fact that he is apparently leaving them with strangers, regardless of whether or not they’re “trustworthy,” when at this point they are still toddlers, is by definition neglectful behavior.

4.  Paranoia/controlling behavior: 

  • Dean turns five today. I was thinking about where we’re going to be in the fall, because he should start school. Then I realized that I can’t leave him in a school. Anything could happen. Maybe a place that has half-day kindergarten. Maybe that I could do. I know I should. I know he should be able to run around with other kids, who don’t know how to fileld-strip the Browning. Well, Dean doesn’t either, yet. But he’s learning. He’s got a talent for guns. I can see it already. And he’ll need it. 

I was a homeschooled kid myself, but the fact that John kept Dean isolated and out of academic environments in order to protect him strikes me as paranoid and controlling, as well as bad for Dean’s psyche.  

He’s also been using guns at around five years old.  I’m not even against guns, but that’s just messed up.

  • Dean turns twenty today. He’s in Ohio somewhere, hasn’t called in a couple of days. Tracking a possible poltergeist. He’s supposed to call in every night. Mission discipline is critical. 
  • Sammy is eighteen years old today. Surprised he didn’t take off. We’re not getting along too well. He hunts when we need him to, but he’s never committed himself the way Dean did. Dean’s never known any other way to live, or if he has, he doesn’t act like it. He’s playing the role he was born to play. Sammy’s the younger brother. He doesn’t know what his role is, even though I can tell him until I’m blue in the face and we’re both ready to kill each other. He’s got one more year of school and then I’m drafting him full-time into the family business. I’ve given him more slack than I ever gave Dean, more than I would have ever gotten from my dad. He needed it. Now he’s a grown man, or almost. Time for him to step into what’s expected of him. Dean never even thought about college. We used to joke about it once in a while. But Sammy still believes he can have a normal life, but they’re both more useful to the world as hunters than … what, lawyers? Dentists? Sammy’s convinced himself that smart kids have to go to college. Part of my job is to convince him that college would be a waste of his smarts. And I gotta hand it to him on the brains front: there’s nothing he can’t find on the computer. I still dig around in actual books, libraries, newspapers. It’s all keystrokes and search words for Sammy. He’s done a good job hiding our trail on all the credit cards. 

John never leaves an option for Sam or Dean to be anything other than “what’s expected of them.”  He never asks them what they want to do with their life, or considers their opinions valid.  

This is one of the later entries, so it’s clear John has had a long time to settle himself into his extremist way of thinking, but it’s still disturbing and sad.

  • Sam graduated. He didn’t go to the ceremony. I think he’s still carrying a grudge that it took him an extra year. What do you want me to do, Sammy? Should we have stayed in Lawrence while whatever killed your mother came back for you? Should we have sat around fat, dumb, and happy even though war had been declared? How long would we have lasted that way? 
  • Sam left. I told him that if he was going, it was permanent. I meant it. 

  • Dean turns twenty-four today. I was twenty-four when I married his mother. Sorry, kid. Every boy has to cut the apron strings sometime, and for you it’s not going to be until we kill off a supernatural entity that seriously needs killing. Then we’ll all be free of your mother’s ghost. We’ll be able to live normal lives. But maybe not. Maybe we’ve all been hunters too long now. 

It’s clear that John didn’t consider his children autonomous adults, and expected them to blindly obey his authority.  He also considers them complicit in his “war,” even though they were both very small children at the time.


In closing, it’s clear from the other entries that John loves his boys.  But as I’ve pointed out before, you can love someone and still be thoroughly toxic, abusive, and bad for them.  John’s parenting and projection onto Dean is probably the reason why he’s so uncomfortable with his own femininity (and ~possible~ bisexuality), and why he feels so continuously obligated to prove himself as a Scam Artist and Ladies’ Man™.  

Even Sam, heartbreakingly, has finally internalized the message that he can never be anything other than a hunter, when he clearly at one point wanted to do otherwise.  

So while John could, and did, have a lot of redeeming qualities, and wound up sacrificing himself for his son’s benefit, I hope this will lay to rest the debate about whether or not he was a good father.

Seokjin Scenario: Push and Pull.

Request: A scenario where you & jin are both single parents who meet a grocery where you both unfortunately fight over a meat on sale. Jin gives up upon realizing how cute you looked and you both always “accidentally” met up time to time at the grocery until you guys become friends sharing the same sentiments as single parents. An unexpected love story blooms between the 2 of you through your kids who were daycare friends. Also can the kids be 95z if its okay?Tnx*u*

Genre: Fluff / Family


How dared he? You looked offended at the hand holding the same meat package than you, but the thing was that it wasn’t any meat , it was the last one at the shelf, it was your son’s only favorite, and it was on sale nonetheless. You weren’t about to give it up just yet because you’d promised it to Jimin for dinner, and if he hadn’t insisted in getting one of those little children carts for himself  you would have arrived first than that man, he seemed apologetic but decided and you took a deep breath, smiling charmingly to him with your best friendly smile.

–Hi, I’m sorry, but I really need this for tonight – you told him, his eyes focused on you, he had nice eyes and he seemed like a nice guy too, then he smiled as charmingly as you did, nodding to your words and still holding the meat.

–Hi, I really need it too… – the man said and Jimin who had been holding onto the edge of your dress with one little hand gasped.

–Oh… but it’s my son’s favorite – Jimin was your best played card right there, if the man cared to look down at your son sucking on his lollipop how could he say no to those precious eyes and chubby cheeks? Jimin was a little angel looking from you to the man with attentive eyes.

The man looked at Jimin then and you saw his decision faltering a little. –It’s my son’s favorite too and he’s such a picky boy to eat…– the man sighed and then you saw his son, a lanky boy most probably around Jimin’s age, peeking behind his father’s legs, with his hair sticking up weirdly in some places and mismatched clothes, sucking on a carton of banana milk and inspecting Jimin interested. He was oddly cute and then you understood the man, you’d been trying to get Jimin to eat properly too and that could sometimes become troublesome with a five years old kid.

–Are we not having dinner tonight mommy? – your son tugged at your dress and Jin felt like a villain, you laughed softly and ruffled his hair with a comforting smile.

–Of course we will Jiminie, just maybe not what you wanted –

There was a sad expression taking over your son’s face and Jin sighed once again, it wasn’t like he went around checking out every mom at the super market but you were quite the sight, and if he’d seen you before seeing that meat then he would have most probably stayed frozen somewhere in the path to the refrigerators. Your look combined with your son’s cuteness was a rather strong contender. Your son was cute and Jin was certain that he got it from you, you were too pretty and he felt like a dumbass.

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At Last

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is the first request I received for my 600 Follower’s Celebration! I still can’t believe that now over 700 of you decided to follow my silly ass. Y’all are awesome. I hope you like it! This is straight fluff I promise.

Requested By: @traceyaudette 

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen

Warnings: Absolutely none.

Word Count: 1,500-ish

Song: “At Last” by Etta James

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“Well aren’t you something sweet to look at,” Dean smiled as he reached his hand out toward me and I took it graciously, the click of my heels hitting the floor echoing throughout the bunker. “You look gorgeous, Princess.”

I blushed as he kissed my cheek, then I linked my arm with his. “Thank you. It’s not often that I get to dress up like this.”

Dean stopped and turned me toward him, then placed a tender kiss on my lips, causing chills to go up my spine. I smiled as he pulled away, “You look beautiful every day. But this is…you take my breath away.”

“Oh, hush, you’re getting sappy on me, Dean,” I patted his cheek then winked at him as we made our way toward the Impala. “Where’s Sam?”

“He went to pick up Eileen at her motel,” He said quickly and I gave him a knowing smile. “I think this is a date for them.”

“And it’s not for us?” I raised my eyebrow. “Just because we’ve been dating for four years doesn’t mean we can’t still have a date, Dean.”

“Oh, trust me. This is a date,” He pointed at me. “And it’s gonna be an awesome one.”

As he opened the door for me, I giggled and climbed in the car, then smiled over at him as he slid in next to me, “I can’t believe Donna’s getting married. This is so exciting.”

“I’m not sure about him,” Dean gave a hard look at his rearview mirror as we made our way toward the venue. It was always entertaining to see Dean’s protective side come out. “After her last husband, I don’t trust anyone.”

“But you should trust Donna,” i laid a comforting hand on his and smiled at him. “Let’s just have fun tonight and celebrate her. She deserves it.”

“i remember a time when you didn’t trust me,” Dean sent me a teasing look and I shook my head and smiled. “You didn’t even give me the time of day.”

I chuckled, “I remember when that all changed.”

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Without A Trace Part 3

Originally posted by nevermindtheb0ll0cks

A/N: This is going up later than I wanted it to because of technical issues with my Wifi, but here is part three. The is much fluffier toward the end than the last two parts, and there is one possibly two more parts of this story to come. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Discussion of slightly gruesome injury (nothing too descriptive, mention of rape) 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4


Sirens blazing, the team drove like bats out hell toward the two locations. Hotch was practically white-knuckling the steering wheel as he drove much faster than the posted speed limit.

“Hotch, are we doing a quiet entry or guns blazing?” Prentis asked.

“Soft entry,” he replied. “If we come in too strong, we don’t know what he’s gonna do. He could kill her off and run.” Coming up to the property, the three agents dove out of the car, SWAT team following close behind, and ran toward the entry. “His car is here. Prentis, get Rossi on the phone and turn them around,” Aaron muttered, as SWAT opened the door with a crowbar. Hotch and Morgan were the first inside, moving as quietly as they could through the house to clear it. “Morgan. Basement door,” Aaron whispered, nodding his head toward the door behind him. A muffled scream rang through the house, as Morgan tried to open the door only to discover it was locked. “We don’t have time for this,” Hotch grumbled and kicked the door in. They both rushed down the stairs, Prentis following close behind.

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You heard something smash upstairs. You cried, silently praying for a miracle, and bit down on the rag in your mouth as he dug the scalpel into your skin, running it down your back for the seventh time. You were in so much pain, you were almost ready to give up. You felt so weak and tired. “Daniel Owens, FBI drop the knife,” Hotch growled. Owens seemed to pay absolutely no attention, as Hotch, Morgan, and Prentis came into the room.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset with me,” he muttered absentmindedly, still holding the scalpel right next to your throat. “I was just teaching your lovely agent here some manners and breaking her in.”

“You need to drop that weapon now, or you’re not walking out of here alive,” Prentis snarled.

“Is that a fact?”

“Look man, we do not want to shoot you,” Derek snapped.

“Now see, I don’t really think that’s true,” he sneered, moving the scalpel downward and thrust it forward. Aaron fired off two rounds, both striking Owens in the chest, but not before he’d managed to bury the scalpel in your side. You cried out in pain and Owens crumpled down on top of you. Hotch quickly holstered his weapon and immediately started undoing your restraints, starting with the gag.

“Get him off me,” you sobbed as Morgan hauled the dead man off of you and onto the cold ground.

“I need a medic down her now,” Prentis said as she knelt down to inspect the wound. “I need something to put pressure on this with,” she muttered fanatically looking around for a clean rag or towel.

“Here,” Morgan grunted, tearing off his bullet proof vest, yanking his t-shirt, and handing it to her. “Use that,” he told her and quickly went to work on freeing your feet. As soon as Hotch had managed to free your wrists, you threw your arms around Aaron and sobbed into his stomach.

“Sh, sh, (Y/N), it’s alright,” he said trying to comfort you and smoothed a hand over your hair. You shifted around and started trying to dislodge Prentis’ hands to pull the scalpel out of your side.

“No, no, mama, you gotta sit still and leave it there,” Derek told you as he finally freed your legs. Two paramedics rushed in and started checking you over. You squeezed Hotch tighter as the started touching your back and side.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” he whispered. One of the paramedics had Prentis move her hands so he could look at the stab wound.

“She’s bleeding out. C’mon we’ve got to get her to the hospital and into surgery ASAP,” he muttered as they set up the stretcher. “Ma’am I need you to keep pressure on that,” he told Prentis who immediately put her hands back on your side.

“What’s wrong?” Hotch demanded, facing paling slightly.

“The tip of the scalpel has nicked an internal organ which is causing her to bleed out and most likely there is some internal bleeding as well. I need you to help us get her on the stretcher and then keep her awake,” the paramedic explained. Hotch unwound your arms from his middle despite your cries of protest and gripped your shoulders. Morgan grabbed your legs and the paramedics slid under your stomach. The four of them lifted you swiftly onto the stretcher. You immediately grabbed onto Hotch’s hand again, still quietly sobbing. Morgan grabbed one end with the paramedic, and the other paramedic took over keeping the pressure on the wound from Emily. Hotch jogged beside the stretcher was they quickly made their way up the stairs.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me. C’mon keep your eyes open,” Aaron pleaded with you as your eyes started fluttering shut.

“I’m trying, but I’m so tired,” you cried quietly. The rest of the team was standing outside as they carried you out to the ambulance. You felt the world spinning around you as you faded in and out. They loaded you into the ambulance and you pried your eyes back open. “Please don’t leave me,” you pleaded with Hotch, through teary eyes. Aaron looked at the paramedics who nodded in approval.

“I won’t leave you if you won’t leave me,” he promised and climbed in the ambulance beside you, re-clasping your hand in his.

“We’ll meet you at the hospital,” Rossi shouted as they closed the doors and sped off toward the hospital. The paramedics worked quickly, disinfecting the wounds on your back and trying to slow the bleeding from your side. The stinging of the alcohol against your open wounds was actually helping keep you awake, and you squeezed Hotch’s hand tighter.

“Aaron,” you muttered.

“What do you need?” he asked automatically.

“Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Anything,” you pleaded, squeezing his hand again as a large burst of pain rushed through you.

“Uh, well,” he mumbled, “Remember when the whole team had a picnic out in the park during one of the mandatory team building exercises that the Bureau makes us participate in? even though if we’re being honest there is no team more in tune to each others’ needs than ours.”

“Yeah, and you brought Jack,” you said, trying to smile despite the pain.

“Yup, and we all had sandwiches and cookies. Then we decided to play soccer. It was you, Morgan, Reid, and Penelope versus Rossi, Jack, Prentis, JJ, and me. Which was hardly fair because you had two of the least athletic member of the team.”

“But we also had Derek, which made up for it,” you replied, starting to feel drowsy again.

“True, and we were playing with a five-year-old.”

“A very talented five-year-old,” you mumbled eyes falling shut.

“Hey, eyes open c’mon visualize with me,” Hotch begged, “Remember, you and Morgan were pretty much carrying your whole team, but the two of you let Jack score a few times anyways? He had so much fun that day.”

“You looked like you were having fun too. It’s nice to see you smile. We all should do that again sometime,” you muttered before your head fell down against the pillow.

“No, no, no, c’mon wake back up,” Hotch pleaded, shaking your shoulder slightly as you pulled up to the ambulance dock. A team of medics rushed out and took you away behind the doors that said: “Medical Personnel Only” leaving Aaron standing in front of the doors face almost sheet white. The team arrived a few minutes later and found Hotch in the surgery waiting area.

“What’s going on?” Rossi asked, sitting down beside him.

“I don’t know. They said that the scalpel had nicked some internal organ and that there might be internal bleeding. She passed out in the ambulance and they took her back about seven minutes ago,” he muttered in reply and put his face back in his hands.

“I’m going to go see if I can find one of the nurses and get some information,” JJ said, wandering off because she couldn’t just sit there. Reid and Prentis wandered off in search of a vending machine knowing that it was going to be a long couple of hours. And indeed they were. Hotch alternated between pacing and sitting in the chair moping, while Morgan leaned against the wall and talked to Garcia, who wanted updates practically every second. Emily and JJ gave some half-hearted attempts at girl talk, but it felt so wrong without you being there to join in they ultimately fell into a tense silence holding hands. Reid and Rossi played chess, though neither seemed to have their hearts in it as they periodically looked over their shoulders to see if any doctors had come through the doors since the last time they had looked. About five hours later, a physician finally came through the doors into the waiting area.

“For, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked. The whole team stood up and gathered round. “My name is Doctor David Smith, I’ll be monitoring and looking after her for the rest of (Y/N)’s stay here.”

“How is she?” Hotch inquired.

“Very lucky to be alive,” the doctor replied. “She had three fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a series of burns varying in type, seven long slashed down her back, and of course the stab wound to the left side of her abdomen. The scalpel punctured her kidney which is what caused the internal bleeding that we thought was there but that turned out to be very minor. She’s banged up and lost a lot of blood, but she’s going to be alright.”

“Can we see her?” Reid asked.

“(Y/N)’s just been moved to a regular room from recovery. She should wake up soon. I’ll have one of the nurses show you the way to her room,” he said and walked over to the nurse’s station to pick up more charts. The team sighed in relief once it was confided you would physically recover. Hotch walked over to the doctor.

“One final question,” he muttered, trying to keep his voice low so the team wouldn’t hear. “The man who did this to her was known to sexually assault his victims as well and-”

“And you want to know if I found evidence of that,” the doctor finished for him. Aaron nodded. The doctor glanced over Hotch’s shoulder at the team who were staring at them intently, before nodding. Aaron grimaced and thanked the doctor for taking care of you before walking back over to the team. 


“What was that about?” Emily asked hesitantly.

“Just asked whether or not she was going to need to be released to someone’s care when she gets out of here,” Aaron replied trying to keep his face stoic and not give anything away.

“Miss (Y/L/N)’s room is down this way if you’ll follow me,” one of the nurses said and the team proceeded to follow her down the long hallway. Rossi hung back slightly to talk to Hotch who was lagging behind the group.

“So what did you actually ask?” he inquired quietly. Aaron pressed his lips together and flicked his eyes over to the team. “Aaron, they already know you weren’t telling them the truth. They just don’t know why.”

“When the doctor listed off the injuries (Y/N) sustained, you should’ve noticed that there was something from Owen’s ritual that was missing. I just confirmed its presence because the doctor neglected to include it,” Hotch muttered in reply. Rossi sighed and shook his head sadly.

“She’s been through a lot and needs her rest, so don’t rile her up too much. She should be waking up any minute,” the nurse explained showing them to your room. The team filed into the room quietly and took in your sleeping form. The bandages wrapped around your torso and chest were peaking out from under your hospital gown, a variety of different sized bandages covered the cuts and scrapes on your arms, and you had a nasty cut on your cheek. Aaron sat down in the chair beside your bed and took your hand in is, smoothing his thumb over the back. The team watched him closely but chose not to say anything, just wordlessly took their spots around the room. You started to open your eyes about five minutes later. You cracked your eyes open slightly and immediately shut them again. All you saw was bright white light and you were so sore. You cautiously opened your eyes and looked around. Relief rushed through you when you saw the team and realized you were in a hospital.

“Well, well, well sleeping beauty welcome back to the land of the awake,” Derek chuckled placing a hand on your shin. You rolled your eyes at him.

“How are you feeling? Do you need something?” Aaron asked leaning toward you slightly. You raise your hand to your throat and mouthed “water”. JJ quickly grabbed your glass off of of your table and placed the straw at your lips. You sucked down have of the glass before you took the glass from her and set it back down.

“Thank you,” you mumbled graciously.

“Glad to have you back (Y/N),” Emily said sitting on the edge of your hospital bed by your legs.

“Glad to be back,” you replied, smiling at her. “What happened?”

“How much do you remember?” Hotch asked.

“Um, I remember the three of you coming in and someone shooting him after he stabbed me in the side, but the rest is kinda hazy. I know that I ended up in an ambulance and you were there but that’s it” you said, looking over at him. “Oh, I also remember that Morgan whipped off his shirt so Prentis would have something to hold against my bloody side and then walked around the rest of the time half naked, so sorry for ruining your shirt,” you giggled.

“It’s ok mama, they have those in stores and they are easily replaced. Plus you know I look good so all the ladies got a treat,” he joked, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well, I’ll buy you a new shirt when we get home,” you laughed, wincing slightly as your laughing aggravated your side. “So, what did they have to do to fix me up?”

“You lost a lot of blood. The scalpel punctured you kidney so you had to have emergency surgery,” Reid told you.

“Well, that makes sense,” you said and swatted Morgan and Reid’s hands away from your Jello. “Did they say when I could fly so we could go home?”

“The doctor didn’t-”

“Knock knock,” Dr. Smith said as he walked into the room. “Well, Miss (Y/L/N) it’s nice to meet you and good that you’re awake.”

“Nice to meet you too, and it’s good to be conscious again. I find that’s when I do most of my best work,” you chirped. Everyone chuckled at your comment, grateful that your sense of humor hadn’t been affected. Hotch rolled his eyes at you, squeezed your hand.

“Well, I’m sure that’s true. You’re very lucky to be alive, (Y/N) I’m sure you know that.”

“Yeah. When can I go home? I just really want to get back to Quantico and forget this ever happened,” you sighed leaning back to rest your head against your pillow.

“Well, considering you did just have emergency surgery I’m going to have to keep you at least overnight. If you’re doing well enough in the morning, we can maybe talk about letting you go; however, due to the nature of your injuries, I’m going to have to release you into someone’s care for the next two and a half weeks until your stitches dissolve and wounds close up,” he explained.

“Great,” you muttered closing your eyes. You had absolutely no one to take care of you once you got home. You parents lived in Maine, and both of your siblings lived out of state one in Louisiana and the other in Oklahoma.

“Now, I know you all want to stay but visiting hours are coming to a close and we only allow one overnight visitor that isn’t blood-related, so I’m going to have to ask you all to wrap this up. (Y/N) needs her rest,” Dr. Smith said and walked out.

“Be free my friends,” you giggled, as JJ leaned forward to hug you.

“So glad you’re ok,” she whispered.

“Me too,” you replied smiling.

“Call if you need anything, Mia Bella. The hotel is only five minutes away and we’d drop anything for you,” Rossi told you and kissed your forehead. You laughed at his silly nickname for you, especially since it meant “my beautiful” and you felt everything but beautiful at this point in time. The rest of the team said their goodbyes and walked outside. Morgan made you promise to call Penelope in the morning. You pressed your head against your pillow and closed your eyes, but the door opening again drew your attention.

“Aaron? What are you doing? I thought the team left,” you said, slowly sitting up.

“I sent Rossi to go get my go bag, I was planning on staying the night here if you don’t mind,” he explained dropping down in the chair beside you again.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“And if I want to?”

“If you’re sure, then that’s fine with me. Not sure how much company I’ll be since I’m already feeling pretty drowsy,” you said, smiling shyly at him.

“That’s fine. You need your rest,” he replied, closing his hand around yours again. You glanced down at your hands and blushed slightly. “(Y/N), I want to apologize for what happened earlier.”

“Aaron, there’s no need for that. You were just doing your job and trying to keep me safe. Clearly, I should’ve listened to you,” you muttered squeezing his hand.

“No, I should’ve gone about it differently. Sometimes I let my feelings cloud my judgment when I’m making important decisions.”

“Feelings?” you asked, eyes flicking up to his. Hotch went rigid and was trying to figure out how to backtrack, furious with himself for letting that last part slip. You didn’t need to be talking about that right now.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“No, don’t do that,” you protested. “We get so close to talking about the fact that both of us have been dancing around each other since I joined the team and I need to spill my guts about really being into you or else I’m going to go insane and take the rest of the team with me because they all know, well everyone but you apparently. Now I’m rambling and I can’t stop myself so I’ll-” you were cut off mid rant when Aaron pressed his lips against yours. You practically melted, feeling the warm fuzzy all over, kissed him back. Hotch pulled back slowly, studying your face to gage your reaction. “Wow,” you sighed happily, leaning back against your pillow and closed your eyes. “If this a dream and I’ve fallen asleep on my desk back at Quantico, no one pinch me because I never want to wake up,” you mumbled. Hotch laughed at you and smoothed a hand over your hair.

“It’s not a dream I promise, just a good end to a horrible day,” he replied and kissed your forehead. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk about everything later.”  

“Promise?” you asked cracking one eye open.

“Promise,” he chuckled, pressing his lips against the back of your hand as you slowly drifted off to sleep. Hotch smiled and laid his head down on his arms which were resting on the hospital bed still holding your hand.  

drabble series: b.a.p | bullets

title: bullets
fandom: b.a.p
member/reader: daehyun, female
genre/warning(s): smut, gang!AU
summary: [request] Omg please can you do a smut for my hot mess Daehyun? Gang au? PROMPT: A keeps using all the bullets in B’s guns and never reloads them
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Chance Meetings

A/N: Part one, hope you like it !! Please send feedback, Bree xx

Niall pulled his car up in the carpark, looking out at the soccer field in front of him, the little kids that were already running around in their little league uniforms. It looked almost like chaos, every one of them running in different directions, kicking balls anywhere they pleased while treating it like they had all just scored the winning goals. Niall chuckled to himself, they were only five after.

When Louis had suggested that Niall join him for the volunteer coaching position he’d signed up for Niall had no idea what it would actually entail, he’d agreed without a second thought, but now he could see why Lou had asked for the help. Keeping it interesting enough while still trying to explain the game was going to be tough.

Getting out of the car he grabbed his sports bag off the back seat, slinging it over his shoulder before making his way down to the field. He’d only stepped one foot on the grass when a voice yelled excitedly out to him.
“Uncle Niall!”
Niall dropped his bag and opened his arms just in time to catch the sprinting five year old, grunting as he crashed into his chest, little arms winding around his neck.
“Been playin already have you?” Niall asked as Jack pulled away from him, noticing the giant grass stains that were already all over his knees and elbows.

Jack nodded excitedly, taking Niall’s hand as they walked over to where Louis was waiting on them.
“Yep! I can kick the ball so far now Uncle Niall! Just watch!”

Jack went running off into the throng of five year olds again, picking up the ball he’d previously had before turning around to make sure his Dad and Uncle were watching him play. He waved to them both before kicking the ball towards the goals.
“Thanks for coming,” Louis said, turning to look at his friend.
“No problem’s,” Niall answered. “I don’t know if you could have done this on your own anyway.”
“Two of us against eleven five year olds? We still may not be able to do this,” Louis replied with a laugh and Niall couldn’t help but disagree.

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Every Life has a Moment ~ Olicity Fic

So this was written out of pure enjoyment. I have a prompt I need to finish but I’ve just been blocked. This I wrote for me and because I want to feel inspired to continuing writing. Thank you for everyone’s endless support I appreciate it more than I can possibly convey! 

P.S. I will be adding an additional chapter… If you want me too…

Every Life has a Moment

Every life has a moment… No everyone’s life has a key moment? Or should it be every person will experience a key moment?” 

Felicity dragged the graphite tip along the crinkled mass of paper beneath her tapping fingers then hovered over the illusive first line. She cocked her confused head while the curled brown tendrils fell freely over her bare left shoulder. The camisole strap slipped down the angled slope of her scapula when she moved the pencil back down to the second paragraph. “No…” she muttered lightly between clenched teeth, “It should stay here but then I would lose this line and then the bottom half won’t make any sense!” 

The indent in her furrowed brow grew as she sighed, “I’m never going to get this right…” 

The chuckle from the headboard of her cramped on leg room bed made her nearly snap the pencil in two. “No you’re never going to get to the point where you feel its perfect is what you should be muttering.” 

Felicity ran her nervous fingers through her maddening hair while growling, “This coming from the professional slacker…”  

Her best friend smirked, “I’m not the one who’s going to be bald by morning now am I?” 

Felicity’s fingers froze near the nape of her neck; she tapped along the taut skin before sighing in defeat, “Why can’t you just come with me? You know be my moral support while a crowd of eager minds laps up every stupid word I can hopefully deliver?” 

Those devious blue eyes slanted into two nearly invisible silts. The small worry lines near those fairly perfect lashes fluttered easily over the sharp contours of her favorite slacker’s cheek bones. Felicity crossed her legs at the ankles then flashed her sometimes roommate a dazzling grin. Her counterpart in turn huffed, “Felicity I’m not going to sit in a crowd filled with well wishers while you stand on a stage and nervously sweat.” 

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shiptonofshits  asked:

19, 'things you said when we were the happiest we ever were' with hamburr? Thank you, I absolutely adore your fics <3

Alex is on dish duty for the night.

He doesn’t mind, not really. Aaron is better at settling the kids down for bed, anyway. Alex always manages to get them all riled up again, much to Aaron’s annoyance and Theo and Philip’s delight. 

So dish duty is probably a much safer activity for Alex, especially since Aaron has been yawning constantly since he got home for work. Alex can tell it’s going to be an early night in.

Having a three year old and five year old is a lot to handle.

“You missed a spot,” comes a voice from behind him, arms wrapping around his middle. “Right….here!” Fingers tickle his sides, and Alex makes a strangled, noise, dropping the cup in his hand into the sink, water splashing up.

“Mean,” Alex grumbles, turning so he can face Aaron, who is giving him a tired smile. “You got them down?” He wipes his hands onto his jeans as Aaron nods. “What story did you tell them tonight?”

Aaron chuckles, moving closer and resting his head on Alex’s shoulder. “They told me one. Something about a dog princess and a knight that saved her from a giant robot. I zoned out a few times.”

“Sounds like the next big hit,” Alex say, tone serious, smiling when Aaron laughs again. He nudges at Aaron until they’re looking at each other, moving his hands to cup Aaron’s cheeks. “You look tired.”

“I am tired.”

Alex smoothes his fingers across Aaron’s face, and then leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You should go to bed, get some sleep.”

Aaron hums, but shakes his head. “I’d rather stay here with you.”

“Romantic,” Alex teases, smiling when Aaron rolls his eyes. “I mean, really, watching me do the dishes, that’s what does it for you? I’m all for weird kinks but-”

Aaron cuts him off with a kiss, pulling back with an exasperated expression. “I meant so we could talk.”

“Boring.”

Aaron huffs out a breath, but Alex sees his lips twitch. “Will you just shut up and let me stay here like I want to?”

“How can we talk if you want me to shut up?” Alex asks, laughing when Aaron groans. “Okay, okay.” He wraps his arms around Aaron as the man leans into him with a yawn. “Hey, if you pass out in here, you’re sleeping on the ground, cause there’s no way I can carry you.”

“I’m not gonna pass out,” Aaron mumbles, but he makes no effort to move away. “I just don’t get how Theo and Philip have so much energy all the time. I feel like I’ve aged ten years just from today.”

Alex smiles, rubbing small circles against Aaron’s back. “They are a lot,” Alex agrees, pausing his movements when Aaron just groans again. “Hey,” Alex gives him a gentle shake. “You’re happy though, aren’t you?”

There’s a long beat of silence, but then Aaron is lifting his head, staring at Alex with furrowed brows. “Of course I am. What do you mean?”

Alex shrugs, chewing at his lip. “I just…want to make sure. I want you to be happy.”

“I am.” Aaron blinks at him, and then moves in for another kiss, bumping their noses together. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Aaron tells him with a murmur. “We’re a family. That’s…” He pauses, and Alex sees him swallow, throat visibly working. “For so long, that’s…that’s all I’ve ever wanted. This, you and me, Theo and Philip, it’s…it’s everything.”

Alex leans in to rest their foreheads against each other, his heart beating quickly in his chest. “Yeah.” He takes a deep breath. “Okay. Good.”

Aaron laughs softly, angling his head to catch another kiss. “Good,” he agrees, smile growing wide. “See, watching you do the dishes is romantic.”

“You dork,” Alex says through a laugh, breathing in sharply when Aaron kisses him again, this time deeper, with much more behind it. “Hey,” Alex tells him sternly, pulling back. “If you want me to finish these dishes, then you should probably not do t-” He’s cut off by another kiss, this one taking his breath away.

Aaron’s hands are tangled in the front of Alex’s shirt, tugging him forward, and Alex slides his hands up Aaron’s back, melting against him as they keep kissing, mouths moving against each other with years and years of practice.

“Forget the dishes,” Aaron whispers against his lips, taking a small step back and pulling Alex with him. “Let me show you just how happy I am.”

Alex smiles, about to make some sort of joke about kinks again, but Aaron must be able to tell, because he kisses him hard, and all thoughts of talking flies out of Alex’s mind, more than happy to let Aaron lead them to their bedroom. 

He never thought happiness would feel as good as this.

Roller Coaster

“What should we go on next?” Jack asks, spinning around to face Joe, the camera trained on the older man’s face.

“Why are you still filming this?” Joe laughs, holding a hand up in front of his face, “I thought we were meant to have fun!”

“I’m documenting our date, babe! That is fun.”

“You won’t be saying that with the amount of editing you’ll have to do later,” Joe smirks, “Or is this your way of revealing us to the world?”

“Ah, you’ll never know,” Jack winks, turning back around, panning the camera across the fair he and Joe have come to. “What to do next…”

The older man keeps his casual pace behind his boyfriend, smiling at the childish glee on Jack’s face, enjoying the excitement rolling off of him more than the actual fair. So far, the rides had been pretty easy, and Joe was able to remain mostly calm.

But now there was one ride looming closer, one that he knew Jack would want to go on.


“Let’s do the roller coaster!” Jack decides, grinning over his shoulder at Joe, turning back to his camera a moment later, which meant he missed the fear that flashed across his boyfriends face.

Joe had seen the roller coaster from the moment they stepped foot onto the fair grounds, and had been holding on to the small sliver of hope that Jack would not want to go on it. But naturally, since his boyfriend enjoyed the thrill, Joe had already accepted that he’d be forced onto the ride.

He knew he should just tell Jack that he was terrified of roller coasters, and that he had absolutely zero desire to even step near the ride, but Jack was so excited to go on it, and Joe just couldn’t take that away from him.

So instead, he plastered a smile on his face, and responded with a cheery: “Sure!”

Each step towards the roller coaster increased his panic level, so by the time the two were at the front of the line, Joe felt disconnected from his body and mind.

Jack was talking to him, tucking the camera away for the ride, but the words were fuzzy and it was taking all of Joe’s focus to even just breathe.


“Ready?” Jack asks once their settled into their seats, a large smile on his lips.

“Y-yeah,” Joe chokes out, the grip on the handles so tight his knuckles are white. His eyes are locked onto the seat in front of him, on a scratch in the paint, something to look at instead of the world that’s soon to be flying past.

“Hey,” There’s a warm hand on his, and he drags his eyes away from the scratch to meet the concerned blue of Jack’s, “You alright?”

“Dandy.”

“Joe.”

“I may,” His breath hitches as the worker tugs on his seat, checking that it’s secure, “I may have a slight fear of roller coasters.”

“How slight?” Jack asks, his lips tugged down in a frown.

“I’ll be fine, really.”

“You look like you’re about to pass out. We don’t have to do this, we can get off…” But even as the words leave Jack’s mouth, the ride begins to creep forward, and Joe’s eyes find that scratch in the paint in front of him, panic clawing at his throat.

“I’m right here,” Jack tells him, his hand still on Joe’s. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“You’re never picking a ride again.” Is all Joe can mumble before the ride surges forward.


“Open your eyes, babe,” Jack laughs as the ride clicks to a stop.

Joe isn’t entirely sure when his eyes had closed, but now he slowly opens them, relieved to see they are indeed back at the start, and everyone’s seats are lifting, the people piling off. Jack takes Joe’s stiff hand in his, wrapping an arm around him once they’re both off the ride, letting the older man lean on him.

“You okay?” Jack asks softly, slightly worried by how pale Joe still is.

“Just need to sit down.”

“There’s a bench right here,” Jack says, leading him over to the bench, both falling into it heavily.

Bending over in his seat, Joe presses the palms of his hands against his eyes, breathing deeply. He can feel Jack running his fingers up and down his spine slowly, and the touch helps to ground him, the panic slowly subsiding.

“I cannot believe you had me go on a roller coaster…” Joe mutters a minute later as he sits back up.

“I didn’t know!” Jack protests, “If someone had just told me.”

“I know, I know,” Joe sighs, letting his body fall against Jack’s, “But you looked so bloody excited to go on it.”

“Yeah, but that didn’t mean you had to give yourself a panic attack over it.”

“Too late.”

“Clearly,” Jack snorts. “I think you screamed more than the five year old sat at the front.”

“Piss off.”

“I’m also surprised I was able to pry your hands off, you were gripping the handles so tightly.”

“Jack,” Joe whines slightly, turning his face into his boyfriends shoulder, “Stop being mean!”

“I’m sorry, babe,” Jack laughs softly, his fingers lacing together with the other mans, “But it was kind of funny…”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Joe sighs again, sitting up, “Can we go play some stupid little games now?”

“Sure. I still need to vlog some more anyways.” Jack agrees, pulling Joe up with him.

“I don’t get why you insisted on vlogging our date…editing is going to be a bitch for you.”

“Worth it.” Jack smiles, kissing Joe’s cheek quickly.


And it’s while Joe is playing one of the many different games they have at the fair that Jack ends up capturing one moment that definitely cannot make it into the vlog.

He’s got his camera in his hand, filming the older man, but he’s so caught up in the pure excitement and joy on Joe’s face, his blue eyes sparkling as he laughs, that Jack forgets he’s recording.

Because when Joe turns his head to look over at Jack, a breathtaking smile sent over to him, the younger man lets the words slip out: “Gods, you’re beautiful.”

Joe’s cheeks turn an adorable shade of red as he ducks his head a little, taking the small prize from the worker before stepping closer to Jack, his smile turning softer, more intimate.

“Thank you,” He mumbles shyly, leaning in to kiss Jack quickly, “But you’ll have to cut that out of the vlog. I don’t think you’ll be able to play it off as the view this time.”

“I’ll make sure to save it though,” Jack smiles back, his arm snaking around Joe’s waist, “Because you really did look beautiful in that moment.”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“Not cheesy, just in love.”

anonymous asked:

Today we had our last religion class with a teacher we've known for five years. I felt like I was a scared 14 years old all again,a lot of us cried. He taught us that you shouldn't pursue happiness,as you can't really reach it, but you need to look for something that will make you happy. That will last. Also, you should do your best to be beautiful (not like, in your body, but in yourself) and you gotta show it. And,when everybody has seen it, hide it back away. Don't have a dream, be your dream

he seems like a cool teacher
mine were always just homophobic

Unanswered Questions

Characters: Gabriel x Reader kinda

Summary: Gabriel is stuck up a tree.  How did he get there?  How will he get down?  Why are the police after him? What is he wearing?  

Word Count: 1373 words

Prompt: I want to see you try to talk your way out of this one.”

A/N: So this is for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch  and their amazing crackfic challenge.  It’s also kinda for my fellow Mitten @thewhiterabbit42 because it’s her fault I had this image in my head.  

Gabriel had been sitting there for forty minutes now and his ass was beginning to go numb.  This was absolutely not going to plan and he was running out of options.  Swinging his legs lightly he surveyed the drop once more on the off chance the ground had mysteriously got closer since the last time he looked.  Sitting at the base of the tree was that damned cat watching him somewhat smugly. “This is your fault fleabag. Consider yourself lucky I’ve lost my mojo or you would be in a world of pain right now.” He frowned.  This whole human thing was really not as easy as he had hoped, they were so damned breakable.  Sliding his phone out of his pocket he flicked through his limited contacts wondering which would be the least humiliating to call and help him out of this situation.  Cas? He wasn’t sure if he could put up with the endless questions.  “Why are you sat in a tree brother?”, “Why are you dressed like that?”, “What cat? I can’t see a cat Gabriel.”.  No, not Cas.  Dean?  Oh hells no. That wasn’t even an option.  His thumb lingered over your number for a moment but then explaining the outfit would mean explaining he had caught feelings and he really wasn’t ready for that rejection, especially while stuck up a tree.  The longer he sat here the greater the chance he would get caught so he took a deep breath and called the last option.  “Sam. I need your help.”

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My little treasure || Teaser

Summary: Long time after events of CW Bucky returned to normal life. He even addopted little girl. 
After many years of calm life girl’s old problems return.

Word Count: 832

Warnings: none

[A/N] So… it’s short… But I was thinking over this long time. I hope you all gonna like it.


Bucky sighed heavily and flopped on couch. 
It was middle of the night and He just returned home…

There was a reason for him to return.

Bucky slowly got up and went to kitchen. Suddenly He heard loud scream from one of the bedrooms. Man quickly rushed to bedroom and opened door.
Bucky looked inside and sighed sadly when He saw young girl sitting on bed. 

She was the reason.
The reason for him to return home every evening.
His daughter.
His girl.
His everything.

Bucky went inside and sat on bed
“Andrea… Angel, what’s wrong.” He asked and pulled girl into a hug.
Andrea sighed heavily and hugged to him tight, girl started cry.
Bucky only rubbed her head
“You are warm… I think you have fever… Again.” He said quietly and girl only nodded.

After few hour when Andrea was finally asleep again Bucky noticed that She still had glove on her right hand, He shook his head and slowly removed glove, revealing silver metal hand.

After few minutes Bucky was again sitting in living room, thinking what to do now. He got up from couch and walked to phone to call Steve.

He was waiting at Steve to pick up but he only heard voice of young boy
“Um… H-Hello..”

Bucky blinked and smiled softly
“Hey Grant… Sorry that I woke you up. Can you give me Steve… I need to talk with him.” Bucky muttered softly

“Hi Mr. Barnes… Sorry… But dad still didn’t returned home.” Boy said.

Bucky nodded and sighed softly “Okay, thanks kiddo. Please, when He will be back tell him I want meet with him. Good night.” He said.

“Sure… No problem, Mr. Barnes… Good night.”

Bucky sighed and put his phone away.
He went to bathroom to take shower, later He went to bed.


At morning Bucky was in kitchen, Making breakfast when Andrea came to kitchen.
Bucky smiled at girl “Good morning sweetheart. I wasn’t home really long time yesterday… So I decided to make your favorite pancakes with fruits.” He said happily but his happiness quickly faded.
Girl didn’t say a word she only sat on a chair and looked at her tea.

“Here you go…” Bucky said quietly and put plate in front of girl.
She only nodded “Thanks dad… I will eat in my room.” Andrea said and took plate.
Bucky sighed sadly and shook his head, watching his daughter.


Bucky meet with Steve at small cafe.
“Hey Buck.” Steve said happily and sat at the chair “Grant told me you wanted met. Something’s wrong? Something’s wrong with Andrea?” He asked a bit worried.

Bucky only nodded “Yes… This happen with her again Steve… nightmares, fevers… With every day… She close herself more.” He said with voice full of worries.

Steve sighed and shook his head “Bucky… What you were expecting? You were warned that this can return… We don’t know what THEY put into her head.” Steve muttered

In this moment Bucky lost his hope for support from his best friend.
Somewhere deep inside him something just snapped
“For fuck’s sake Steve! She was only five years old when We found her. Now she is 17 it was fucking 12 years without bigger problems… Why this returned now?! I don’t want lose my daughter.” Bucky growled.

She Is Not Your Daughter Buck. You good knew that this can return. You are only her guardian. You are not her FATHER. You will have to take her back to S.H.I.E.L.D.” Steve said.

Bucky sighed and rubbed his eyes
He felt so helpless. It was all true, Andrea wasn’t his biological daughter but He really didn’t cared about this.
Bucky raised her  since she was small girls and He loved her just like his own daughter “But I don’t want to… I just… I can’t.” Man said sadly.

Steve rolled his eyes “You will have to do this, pal. There is no other way.”
Bucky just got up and left Steve alone at cafe.


Bucky returned home and saw Andrea sitting on a stairs.

“Hey angel… What’s up?”

She sighed sadly with tears in eyes 
“I tried to be friends with girls from neighborhood… They… They said I’m a freak…” Andrea said looking at her meta hand
“Why… Why I am different dad..?” She asked looking at Bucky sadly.

Man smiled at girl sadly.
He knew this feeling, it took him few years to live among normal people.
Guy with metal arm was big ‘attraction’ but in bad meaning.
It hurt him when He saw Andrea in such a mood

“Sweetheart. You aren’t different. You are special… Just like your old father.” He smiled and sat next to her, rubbing her shoulder.
Girl smiled sadly and hugged to him “I love you daddy.” She said quietly.

Bucky already felt that her mood change, He hugged her back “I love you too, angel. You are my treasure… My little star. I will never leave you.” Bucky whispered, stroking Andrea’s hair.


Author: Cass

My journey to atheism

Most atheists were religious theists first. While I was a theist, I wasn’t raised IN religion. 

Most of my distant family is very religious. Most of my friends grew up going to church. I wasn’t secluded from religion, I was familiar with it, but I wasn’t apart of it. 

My mom, raised Catholic, wasn’t too religious. She was a special occasion church go-er and she believes in a god, but beyond that she wasn’t religious. She, my aunt, and my father all took special courses at a church in order to get me baptized(despite their lack of participation in a church, this was important to my mom). But at only a year old, my five and nine year old brothers were given the choice of whether or not to continue to go to church - as five and nine year olds would, they found church boring and said no. That was it. We never attended church again. 

The way my mom saw it, if we wanted to go we would ask, and it was our choice. 

I don’t remember going to church, at all, ever. I went with my cousin on “bring a friend day” to his Sunday school a few times, and I loved it. I mean what four year old wouldnt love hearing about a magical story like Jonah and the whale and doing arts and crafts for it. The funny thing is even then it was just stories to me. 

At nine or so my step-mom insisted I needed some religion “any religion” so to bible study I went. I dont really remember much from bible study- like at all. I remember the lady lived across the street, gave us Popsicles, oh and I had a crush on her son. 

I was a theist. God and religion was used like a comfort toy for me. If I had a bad dream or was scared of something bad happening my mom taught me how to pray to god. When I was scared our third new house (in the last two years) was haunted my mom called her best friend, a pagan, over to perform some ritual to have her gods clense the house. It worked. 

When you grow up, you tend to find some of the things that use to comfort you werent magic after all. 

I got older, “tested” god(the usual “god, if there is a god, do this- help this- etc). Then, when I was given free reign to the internet I explored the topic more. 

In the end I decided that I am an agnostic atheist. 

Though I wont say its a fact that a god doesn’t exist, it simply makes more sense to me. 

If Im proven wrong I wont feel bad about the life I lived. Id rather live to the best of my abilities -disregarding theism -then waste my time worshiping a god who may be the wrong one or may not exist at all. Besides, if a god punishes me for being the best person I can be just because I didnt worship them then frankly Im glad I didnt.