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A Drunken Dream

“Cas, why…why do keep comin’ back to me?”

Dean slurs the question out as Cas helps him back to his bedroom at approximately three in the morning, arm slung over his shoulder like a soldier wounded in combat.

Cas had come home about thirty minutes prior to discover him half-conscious at the kitchen table, empty liquor bottles surrounding him like garnish.  Apparently, their latest hunt had not gone well:  they killed the pagan god they were after, but not before five virgins were killed. 

Dean hadn’t taken it well. 

“I mean it, Cas,” he repeats, when Cas ignores it the first time.  “Why do you keep comin’ back.”

“Shush, Dean,” says Cas, gently but firmly.  “You’re drunk.”

“I’ve never been no good for you, Cas,” Dean slurs, sounding emotional.  “Never…never no good.” 

“That isn’t true.  And you just used a double negative.”

“Naw, no, no, you’re bein’…you’re bein’ too nice to me,” Dean insists, holding up an unsteady index finger.  “I…I hurt you, Cas, I know I did.  I made you leave the bunker when you were all…all human and squishy.  Anything could’ve happened to you out there, but did I care?”  He shakes his head adopting an exaggerated scowl.  “Naaaaawww.  Big man Dean Winchester, he doesn’t care what happens to his buddies.  They lose they’re angel powers, an’ BAM!  He kicks ‘em to the curb.”

Cas swallows, not liking to dwell on the subject.  “You’re referring to yourself in the third person,” he states, attempting to divert the subject.  “That is also grammatically -”

“And when I was all high on the Mark of Cain, an’ I nearly killed you?  I never even tried to apologize for that, not…not proper anyway.”
 He examines him out of the corner of his pinkened eye, red rims Christmas-y in conjecture with the green.  “You…you wanna know why, Cas?” 

“Dean, you’re highly inebriated.  I’d advise you not to say anything you’ll later -” 

“’Cause how do I ever,” he says anyway, free arm waving emphatically.  “Make up for somethin’ like that?  Huh?  Do I just say, ‘sorry, buddy, I nearly…killed ya in cold blood in your own home,’ an’ just leave it at that?  What am I s’posed to do, Cas?  Huh?  What am I s’pose to do, besides pretend it never happened?”

“You’re doing just fine, Dean,” Cas offers, which sounds bizarre in context, but he doesn’t know what else to say.

“Oh!  And when you were crazy,” Dean continues, barking out a drunk, humorless cackle.  “Let me tell ya, Cas, the way I treated you?  I spent every last day I was in Purgatory regrettin’ that…wishin’…wishin’ I coulda done different.  ‘Specially if I wasn’t never gonna see you again.”  He pauses, drilling idly at his ear with his pinky finger.  “But then I found you, and what was I s’pose to do then, Cas?  Huh?  What was I s’pose to say?” 

“Dean -”

“’Oh, heya, Cas.  Just wanna tell ya, I take back what I said about not carin’ that you’re broken an all.’”


“’Yeah, I’m awful sorry you’re broken, Cas.  I’m sorry I broke ya, when you first touched me in Hell, an’ I had to take it out on you because I just couldn’t come to terms with it.  That I had to make myself hate you just to come to terms with the fact that the one good…one beautiful thing that happened to me, was broken because -” 

Dean!  That is enough,”  Cas snaps, willing himself not to hear anymore.  “We’re almost at your bedroom.  Until then, I’d thank you to remain quiet.”

“Okay, okay.  Sheesh,” Dean huffs.  “Mister Bossy Pants allova sudden…”

Soon, they round the corner to Dean’s bedroom.  With the help of his grace, the door swings open and they lope over to Dean’s bed, where Cas lets him flop back on the memory foam.  

He kneels down beside the bed in an serendipitous recreation of the prayer position, stooping to undo the laces of Dean’s combat boots.

“Y’know after the apocalypse,” Dean’s voice slurs out above him.  “You…you stayed.”  He props himself on his elbows, watching as the skilled, slender fingers undo his shoelaces.  “Why’d you do that, Cas?  Why’d you stay for me, after all your buddies went home?”

Cas’s brow rumples.  “What are you talking about, Dean?  There never was an apocalypse.”

“Not for reals, maybe,” Dean concedes.  “But in the alternate timeline Mister Dick-With-Wings Zach sent to me, there sure’s hell was.  And you…you were still there, Cas:  doped up on prescription pills and down a pair of wings, but you were still there.”  Dean’s voice is different now, almost quietly perplexed, as though he just can’t figure out why anyone would endure that for his benefit.

Cas says nothing, the delicate fan of his eyelashes prominent over his cheekbones as he occupies himself with pealing off Dean’s second combat boot. 

“You…you died for me, Cas,” Dean says incredulously, as if realizing it for the first time.  “You died, you died willingly, for me.”  He pauses, staring off, comprehensively, into space.  “And not just then, but…but so many other times, too.  Why’d you do that for me, Cas?  Why’d you keep comin’ back to a guy who’d ‘cause you all that much trouble?”

Cas sighs, getting to his feet with a soft oof.  

“Dean,” he says quietly, looking down at the drunken figure with soft, sad eyes.  “I think, deep in your heart, you already know why.”

Dean stares at him, then he swallows wetly, head shaking lightly from side to side.  “No.  No, I gotta hear you say it.”  

“Dean -”  Cas starts to protest, but he’s cut off by the feeling of Dean’s warm, calloused palm grasping his own.  It’s a desperate gesture, almost a plea in and of itself.

“Please, Cas,” he whispers.  “Just this once, I gotta hear it.  I need to hear you say the words.” 

Cas looks down at him, at the damp, desperate green eyes looking up at him, silently begging for an answer.  Cas wets his lips. 

“It’s because I love you,” he whispers. 

Dean swallows, blinking wetly.  “Say it again.”

Cas’s eyes flutter shut, thumb stroking almost subconsciously over Dean’s.  This wasn’t how he wanted his first ‘I love you’ to go, but then, when did the universe ever behave according to plan?

“I love you, Dean.”

It’s still barely audible, but it’s evidently all Dean needs.  Next thing Cas knows, he’s being tugged down into an open-mouthed kiss, Dean’s warm, wet lips still somewhat bitter with the residual taste of whisky.  

Cas’s first instinct is to melt into the sensation, to cherish Dean’s pliable, human warmth forever and ever, right here and now, but he forces himself to pull away.  

“No,” he says firmly, pushing Dean back onto the bed.  “No, Dean, you’re drunk.  It isn’t right.” 

Please,” Dean whines, still attempting to follow the sensation.  “Please, Cas, I…I want this, I swear I do, I’ve waited so long -” 

“So have I.  But I will wait until you’re sober and able to give me proper consent.” 

“Damn it, Cas, m’not a vessel.”  Dean sounds frustrated.  “And I’m not some sort of chick, either, so you don’t need to -”

“I always need consent,” Cas almost snaps at him.  “You are the person I love, Dean, and I’ll respect your boundaries even if you do not.”

Dean looks as though he’s about to say something else, then thinks better of it, mouth flopping slightly open and then closed again.  He looks almost abashedly off to the side.

Cas can see he’s feeling uncertain, somewhat embarrassed about propositioning Cas so aggressively.  He squeezes his hand reassuringly.   

“Go to sleep, Dean,” he says gently.  “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

Dean looks at him hopefully.  “You will?”

“Of course,” he assures him.  It’s only when he strokes his thumb over Dean’s that he realizes they’re still holding hands.  “I always watch over you, Dean.” 

Dean’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, appearing to think it over.  “Will you…will you lay in bed with me?”  Cas eyes him dubiously, and Dean’s eyelids flutter.  “Please, I just wanna hold you…just wanna feel you.  I won’t try anything, I promise.”

Cas considers it, but finds himself cracking under the pleading emerald gaze.  He crawls into bed, trench coat and all, allowing his head to rest atop Dean’s rib cage.  He finds it comforting, the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat, the steady heave of his lungs.    

It only occurs to him that this is happening, really happening, as he feels Dean’s warm, strong arms envelope him, and he realizes that he actually said it:  after all this time, he told Dean he loves him.  

Of course, he’s said it before, in what he thought would be his last moments after being impaled by the venomous spear, but this time is different:  Sam and Mary aren’t here, and there’s no room for ambiguity as to who he’s talking to.  He’s told Dean he loves him.     

Up till now, he’s been too preoccupied with managing Dean’s drunkeness to realize the full magnitude of what’s just transpired.  Now he’s beginning to, and it’s frankly overwhelming.  

“You’ll be here when I wake up, right?”  Dean inquires, jogging him from his introspective stupor.

“Yes, Dean.  Go to sleep,” he murmurs, adding, “I love you,” just to confirm to himself that he actually said it.  Finally said it. 

“I love you too, Cas.  G’night.” 

Cas swallows, attempting to pretend his entire sense of reality hasn’t been completely upended.  They’ll have a lot to talk about in the morning. 

“Goodnight, Dean.” 

anonymous asked:

harry smut where he punishes you with vibrating panties? xx

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Warning(s): This is smutty!!!

I hope this was everything you expected and more haha. Thank you so much for requesting xxx


Harry’s POV

All day and all night I was frustrated. (Y/N) and I had gone to a friend’s wedding yesterday and all night she teased me. From doing simple, innocent things she knows gets me going to running her hand up my thigh under the table. I couldn’t wait to get her home and of course, right when we got home, her ass fell asleep. I knew she had done it on purpose as well. I was going to get her back. I was 100% going to punish her for her actions.

The next day, while she was at work, I decided to go out and get some vibrating panties for her. Tonight we had reservations with a different group of friends and I definitely was going to take advantage of that.

The night had come and (Y/N) was getting ready. I was already dressed up and ready to go but she wasn’t done yet. I walked into the bathroom with the bag in my hand. She sat on her vanity in front of her mirror, putting on her makeup.

“Hey, I bought you a little something to wear under that dress tonight.” I smirked at her, nodding towards her black, wrapped dress she had on.

“You did?” she giggled at me.

“Yeah.” I nodded, handing her the bag. 

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They Find Out You’re Pregnant //Preference//

Requested by: @crystal1198

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It had been about three days since you had found out you were pregnant. You were pacing your bedroom while you chatted to your best friend through the phone.

“I’m so excited and everything, I just don’t know when to tell him..” you said into the phone. You jumped when the bedroom door opened and Harry walked in, a frown on his face and exhaustion in his eyes.

“Oh, he’s home so I should go. Okay talk to you later.” You hung up the phone and smiled at your husband. “Rough day at work?” You asked as he plopped onto the bed with a groan.

“Yeah…” he mumbled back.

“Well I have some news that might cheer you up…” you replied. You bit your lip as he lifted his head to look at you. “Harry, i’m pregnant.” You smiled.

Harry eyes widened so much you thought they might fall right out of the sockets. He was on his feet and before you knew it you were lifted into the air and being spun around.

“We’re going to have a baby! I’m going to be a dad!” He cheered as he pulled you into a big bear hug. “I’m going to be a father.”


“Y/n are you in here?” You heard Ron call as the door to the guest room was pushed open. “What are you doing in here love?” You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he placed a kiss on your neck.

“Just thinking about a new paint color…” you replied as you looked at the walls, thinking about what would look the nicest.

“Why do we need to repaint the walls? Doesn’t the green look nice enough in here?” Ron pulled away from you and looked around the room as well.

“I like the green, but I don’t think the color matches the color of the crib that I bought…and the changing table too..they just won’t match.”

“Well what color are the crib and changing tab- wait…” Ron looked at you with confusion written all over his face. “Crib and changing table?”

“Yeah…oh right I haven’t told you yet.” You laughed to yourself. “I’m pregnant!”

You chuckled at Ron’s dumbfounded expression before you were squished into a big hug that almost knocked the air out of you. Ron pulled away from you a moment later, a huge smile on his face.

“You’re pregnant? Oh my god you’re pregnant! I’m going to be a dad!!”


“Hi, merry Christmas!” You greeted Lucius and Narcissa as they came through the door of your new house and wrapped you in a huge hug.

“Merry Christmas to you too darling!” Narcissa spoke as she hugged Draco as well. “You both look lovely!” She motioned towards your Christmas sweater and you smiled happily.

A few hours later, everyone had been fed and retreated to the living room where a fire was flickering in the fireplace and the tree lights glistened in the corner of the room.

“This is such a lovely place Draco.” Lucius said as he watched the fire.

“Very lovely. Oh Draco dear!” Narcissa suddenly exclaimed as she stood from the couch and went towards the tree. She reached under the tree and brought out a small square package. She hurried back to the couch and handed it to Draco. “We all want you to open this one even though it’s still Christmas Eve.”

Draco looked at you and you nodded for him to go ahead. Draco peeled back the paper and opened the square box. He reached into the box and pulled out a pair of blue baby shoes.

“What are these for..?” He asked as he looked at his mother.

“Why don’t you ask her, Draco.” Narcissa nodded towards you and you gave Draco a large smile. His eyes went wide.

“No way. Wait-are you actually! Y/n are you serious!” Draco was on his feet now, a huge grin on his face. “I’m going to be a father!”

He moved to you and wrapped you into a giant hug before you had a chance to say anything. Narcissa and Lucius exchanged happy smiles.


“Okay so we’ll have dinner and then we’ll tell them about the new house okay?” Fred asked as he pulled into his parents driveway and parked the car. The whole family was gathering for thanksgiving and you and Fred planned to tell everyone that you had moved out of the apartment and into an actual house while everyone was together.

“Sounds good.” You smiled at him before getting out of the car.

After about an hour of helping molly in the kitchen and talking to Arthur about how a microwave works, it was finally time for dinner.

“This looks amazing Molly! You’ve really outdone yourself!” Arthur exclaimed as he joined everyone at the table.

Fred stood up just as his father sat down. “Heyo ever’one. I just wanted to say that Y/n and I have an announcement.” He took your hand as you stood up and out of your chair as well. “We moved out of the apartment and have our own house now!” Fred exclaimed.

“And i’m pregnant!” You said happily and the room went deathly silent. And then everyone was talking all at once. Molly got out of her chair and ran to you.

You looked at Fred who looked completely boggled.

“I found out about a week ago but wanted to surprise you!” You said to him. His face lit up and even though everyone was talking very loudly, you could still hear him cheering “I’m going to be a dad!!”


It was beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was shining in through the window and giving everything a pretty golden color. You were warm and comfortable, pressed against the body of your husband George.

“Good morning beautiful.” He hummed as he kissed your cheek lightly. “How’d ya sleep?”

“Very nicely thank you.” You smiled at him.

“Good. I’m gonna go take a shower and then maybe we can go out for breakfast or something.” George suggested as he rolled out of bed and into the bathroom.

“Okay.” You called after him. You smiled widely as you heard the bathroom door close. You sat up and brushed through you hair with your fingers.

“Oh my god,” you heard George say through the bathroom door. “Bloody hell..no way! Y/n!” George burst through the door, in his hand was the pregnancy test you had ‘accidentally’ left on the counter. “Y/n you’re pregnant!?”

You nodded at him. He let out a childish scream before jumping onto the bed and hugging you tightly to him. “I love you so much Y/n! We’re going to be parents!”

Surprise - Spock

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You awoke to shuffling on the other side of the room. You smiled and rolled over to see Spock getting ready for the day, looking over at you as he got dressed.

“Morning,” you said sleepily. He smiled at you as he fixed his shirt. 

“Good morning.”

“What time is it?”

“Late,” Spock said, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “You overslept. Again.”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, sitting up in bed. You crawled across the covers and wrapped your arms around Spock, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I wouldn’t have overslept if you hadn’t kept me up all night.”

“I didn’t hear any complaining,” Spock said, a small smirk growing on his face.

“No,” you said, standing up. “You’re right. But you’re wrong about one thing, I’m not going to be late.”

“Why not?”

“Because even if I am, my husband won’t rat me out,” you said, pulling your blue dress over your shoulders. “No matter how much he cares about following rules.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he said, walking towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You leaned up and kissed his lips passionately, a little reminder of the night before.

“You better get going,” you said, looking over at the clock. “I promise I won’t be late.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” Spock said, smiling at you. 

“Y/N, I was beginning to think you abandoned me,” Jim said, spinning around in his chair. You smiled and stood next to him.

“I could never abandon you. What’s going on?”

“Well, we just sent Spock down to meet with the ambassador of the planet.” You took a breath and looked down at the tablet in your hand, trying to watch Spock’s movement.

“Ya know, you look especially beautiful today,” Jim said. You looked up from the tablet and he winked at you.

“Thanks, captain.”

“It takes away from the fact that you were late this morning.” You bumped your hip against his chair and bit back a smile. “Don’t worry, I don’t care.”

“Thanks, Jim.”

“Yeah, you can make it up by going on a date with me,” he said. 

“I can what?!” you asked as the tablet beeped. You looked down and saw a message from a member of the team that went down to the planet. 

“I mean, I do have a pretty good reput-”

“Jim, shut up!” You tapped the pad until the video message appeared on the big screen. You adjusted some controls until the picture came through.

“Chekov,” Jim said, turning his attention away from you and towards the screen. 

“Allo, captin,” he said with a smile.

“What’s going on?”

“We were meeting with the ambassador when there was incoming fire from a hidden Romulan ship. We have neutralized the situation and taken care of the foreign ambassadors.”

“Is everyone alright?” you asked, stepping into the frame.

“Mr. Spock took a hit to his side, but everyone else is okay.”

“Send him up,” you said immediately. Jim looked at you curiously but nodded.

“I agree with Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll send word to Scotty and he’ll beam you up. Thanks, Chekov.”

“You’re welcome, captin.” Jim flipped a few more controls and turned off the screen.

“Okay, so I’ll go down to Scotty,” you said, halfway towards the door. Jim laughed and followed you, grabbing onto your arm.

“No, I’ll go see Scotty. You head down to Med Bay and get Bones prepped.” You nodded and looked down. Jim’s hands moved up to your shoulders and made you look at him.

“Hey, he’s gonna be okay.”

“I know, I know,” you said, clearing your thoughts. “Thanks, Jim.”

“Of course. And to repay me-”

“I’m not going on a date with you!” you said, stepping into the elevator. 

“Why not?!” Jim asked as the doors closed. You smiled to yourself and waited patiently until the doors opened on the Med Bay floor. As soon as they slid open, you sped down the hallway. You burst into the white facility and walked towards Nurse Chapel.

“Y/N. What are you doing down here?” she asked.

“Where’s Leonard?”

“He’s in his office. Are you okay?”

“Not really. Thanks,” you said, walking away from the nurse who was giving you a suspicious look. You knocked on Leonard’s office door frantically until he opened up.

“Dear god, woman, what’s wrong?”


“Yes, Spock is usually wrong but-”

“No, he was shot. Scotty is working on beaming him up.” Leonard’s eyes widened and he walked out of his office.

“Chapel, I need you to get surgery room one ready,” he said, slipping on a medical shirt and gloves. “Y/N,” he said, turning towards you.


“You need to get out of here.”

“What? Why?” 

“Only family is allowed during surgery.”

“Surgery? You haven’t even seen him yet.”

“Y/N, he got shot at, I’m gonna have to do surgery. And you can’t be here,” he repeated.

“Jim will be here!” you argued.

“Jim’s the captain.”

“I’m his wife!” Leonard stopped what he was doing and looked up at you. You made eye contact with him, realizing what you said.


“I’m his wife,” you repeated.

“Since when?” he asked, blinking repeatedly. You grabbed his arm and pulled him to a secluded corner.

“Since the academy.”

“And you’ve never told anyone?”

“No, because it’s not anyone else’s business. Please, keep it between the two of us.” Leonard sighed and folded his arms.

“Okay, fine. You can be there during surgery, but you’ll have to come up with an excuse for Jim.”

“Don’t worry, he’s been trying to ask me out all day,” you said as the doors to Med Bay opened. “He won’t mind if I’m there.”

You followed Leonard towards the commotion and saw Spock laying on a stretcher. There was blood seeping from his side and he looked up as you as they wheeled him in.

The smallest crack of a smile spread on his face as they rolled him along. You instinctively walked towards him but stopped when Jim stood in front of you.


“Hey,” you said, your eyes still following Spock.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanna make sure that Spock’s okay.”

“Don’t worry, me too,” he said, touching your arms again. 

“I’m gonna watch the surgery,” you said, walking away from Jim and into the viewing room. Jim walked up next to you and crossed his arms. You nervously bit your nail as they started to prep him. 

“Y/N,” Jim said, bumping into you. “He’s gonna be okay.”

“I hope so.”

“Hey, how’s he doing?” you asked as soon as Leonard walked out of the surgery room. 

“He’s stable. We got the bullet out and he’s in recovery now.”

“Can I see him?” you asked. Jim looked at you strangely and smacked your arm.

“Give him some time, Y/N. He doesn’t need to get back to work right away.” You rolled your eyes and turned back to Leonard.

“Please.” He sighed and nodded.

“Just for a little while.”

“Thank you,” you said, rushing towards the door. It slid open and Spock turned to face you.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hey, how are you feeling,” you asked, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m fine,” he said, moving your hand. You sighed, knowing that he was trying to keep up appearances. 

“I was worried about you,” you said just above a whisper. He took your hand in his and smiled at you.

“I’m fine,” he said again. 

“I told Leonard about us,” you blurted out.

“You did?” he asked, his face changing expression as little as it could.

“Yeah.” Spock opened his mouth to say something but closed it a moment later. His hand grabbed onto your chin and tilted your head up ever so slightly. 

“Good,” he said before bringing his lips to yours. You kissed him softly, something you had been wanting to do since you heard the news. When a thud sounded from the hall you pulled away. 

The door opened and Jim walked in with his mouth opened. You turned to look at him and tried to say something but Spock spoke first.

“Captain, I understand why you might be angry. It was unfair of Y/N and myself to hide our marriage from you.”

“Marriage?!” Jim asked, looking between the two of you. 

“Yes, Y/N is my wife,” Spock said. 

“So that’s why you wouldn’t go on a date with me,” Jim said.

“You asked Y/N out on a date?”

“Yes,” you said. “And yes, that’s why I wouldn’t go on a date with you.”

“That’s the only reason?” Spock asked with a smirk. You looked back on him and smiled.

“Of course it’s not,” you whispered. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Jim said, pulling your attention.

“No offense, Captain, but it’s not mandatory to tell you.”

“What Spock means,” you said, walking towards Jim and putting an arm around him. “Is that our personal lives are our own, and we’re sorry we didn’t tell you. But you know now.”

“Okay, okay, you’re lucky you got shot. I can’t be mad at someone who almost died.”

“I did not almost die.” You shushed Spock and walked back over to him.

“Thank you, Jim.”

“Yeah, just watch Spock and we can talk about this later. You can make it up to me by going on a date with me.” You and Spock both shot him a look and he smiled.

“Just kidding.” The doors closed behind him and you turned back to Spock.

“Jim and I are friends but I’m getting a feeling that I should punch him.” You raised your eyebrows and laughed at Spock.

“Don’t worry, Jim’s been asking me out for years, my heart only belongs to you,” you said, leaning up to kiss him. Spock pulled away with a smile before his face fell.

“For years?!”

Things Never Changed

Group: Got7

Member: Mark Tuan

Pairing: member x reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2739


Okay so I’m slowly becoming Got7 trash thanks to @fortheloveofsuga (fuck you for giving me “feelings”) so I was compelled to write something for them. I just kinda wrote this at like 3am on my phone and debated on whether not to post it, but I decided I would. :) 

@seokvie @gotsinvn @mark-myass (i know y’all appreciate Got7 so here ya go *insert side eye emoji*)


There’s an old philosophy that says “absence makes the heart grow fonder”. The sentiment seems beautiful. Poetic, even. The thought that your absence from someone’s life will be an ever-present hollowness that makes it nearly impossible to complete simple daily tasks–the constant memory of the one you love dancing along the edges of your mind, just barely out of reach from your shaking and nostalgic fingers. The deep and meaningful love a connection that is blatant and comforting and unwavering, even with thousands of miles of ocean separating you. Poetic, indeed.

But it’s just not realistic.

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raise-a-glass-to-trash-cans  asked:

Jeffmads in whatever palette? Honestly I don't care what it looks like, if its your Jeffmads, I'll probably cry at its utter beauty. Thanks! Love ya dear!! ♥♥♥

Here we are @raise-a-glass-to-trash-cans ♥ Jefferson and Madison read together in Madison’s office. I chose 1 and 15 palette, it’s okay for you? >//<

Some Unholy War (Part 5)

Final Part of MMA Fighter!Tom AU

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Ultimate fighter Tom Holland walks into a diner at two in the morning and finds more than greasy eggs and dusty bar stools.

Warnings: Language and lots of sadness pls don’t cry too much

Word Count: 3600+


I really hope you guys enjoy this last part of my story, it’s been amazing writing it for you guys and I’m so thankful that you all enjoy it! I have lots of other exciting things I’m working on right now, lots of AUs bc I’m a prisoner to Tom AUs. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this last part and please send me compliments as usual bc I crave attention and constant validation from strangers! also not my gif!

Tom was in the park walking Tessa at six in the evening when he saw her. It was as if time stood still around them as she sat at the park bench, notebook and pen in her hand, turning her head toward him. Tom’s heart fell into his stomach when her eyes met his, it had been too long since he had seen her in real life, usually she was a figment of his imagination or in his dreams, but this, this was real.

She stood up and shoved her notebook in her large bag, walking slowly over to him. He met her halfway, only a few feet from the bench.

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Jelly, who's ya favorite Seba character???

Bread………are you….

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every single character….

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Pastries Are the Way to the Heart (Dylan Larkin)

Anonymous said:

I love all of your writings so much!! Can I please request a Dylan Larkin one where he sees you in public and instantly falls in love with you then shyly try’s asking you for your number and then you tell him you know who he is then you start dating

Word count: 1391

Author’s note: idk I feel like this would be super cute with a part two. I might end up writing the breakfast date, depending on the reaction to this one. Let me know what you think!

Originally posted by craigandersons

“That guy is totally checking you out.” Your best friend (Y/B/F/N) hisses across the small table at Tim Horton’s, where your weekly study group often convened. All of your friends take not-so-subtle glances and giggle with each other. “Look, but don’t make it look like you’re looking.” (Y/B/F/N) suggests. You pretend to cough into your arm, turning to keep ‘germs’ away from the group. You find yourself staring into the light gray eyes of a very embarrassed hockey player. You both look away at the same time, instead seeing all of your friends dying of silent laughter.

“He’s cute.” (Y/F/N) comments.

“That’s Dylan Larkin.” You say in disbelief. You’re honestly shocked that none of your friends realized it; they’ve all been to Red Wings games in the past, and they’ve seen you wear your Larkin jersey and heard you go on and on about him many times in the past year.

“No it’s not!” Someone inevitably whips out their phone and searches his name on Google, eagerly passing the phone around to confirm that it actually is Dylan Larkin.

“You have to talk to him.” (Y/O/F/N) says. You shake your head firmly.

“That is definitely not happening.” Nonetheless, you can’t help but to glance up at the counter again. Dylan Larkin is still taking furtive peeks at you while what looks to be a group of his own annoying friends attempt to goad him into making a move.

“C’mon, (Y/N)! When’s the last time you went on a date, let alone had a boyfriend?” (Y/B/F/N) points out.

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The Captain and the Nerd

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

As requested by @realnighttiger : I need a soft Steve x reader where everything is happiness and not a bad thing happens, he fell for reader cause she’s a nerd and he makes sure that she and the whole world knows that captain America loves that nerd girl

You were working at a small book shop when you met Steve Rogers aka Captain America. He was taking a stroll through Brooklyn when he came across your uncle’s store.

The little bell above the door rang signalling you that someone had stepped in. Without looking up from the latest Poe Dameron comic, you exclaimed, “Welcome Flying Pages! Let me know if you need any help!” 

The person came up and cleared their throat. You looked up and your eyes met blue, “H-Hi.” You stammered out. Then you realized who this was, “How can I help you, Captain America?”

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  Omg your peculiar fic killed me😭😭 do you mind doing #29 with Newt? Idk I feel like dying again okay thank you (btw you are a beautiful writer)+ prompt list 
a/n; ayyyyy peculiar! glad ya liked it! xx


You really thought this is it. That this will be the last time you will ever see his messy hair, freckled face, dazed smile, but most of all those green eyes that had a whole world of emotion behind them. Newt picks up his suitcase; behind you people rush and brush your shoulder softly, muttering an ‘Excuse me, Miss!’ as they go straight to the ship. Sea water tickles your nose and you take a deep breath to calm the painful thumps of your heart, but it hardly works. You squeeze out a smile. Newt does too, shifting from foot to foot as his hand finds a firmer grip on the handle.

“Well, I suppose…” His words come heavy and he trails off, glancing away. “-it is time for me to go.”

You hook a loose strand of (color) hair behind your ear and nod awkwardly, unsure of what to do and say. You have grown attached to him, more than any proper lady should admit and so you keep quiet and pray that this bitter feeling burning your throat and clogging your eyes with tears will gradually pass. Newt watches your expression change carefully: he notes the lines of worry between your brows, the somber glint in your eye, even the snow white skin of your knuckles… He gulps. He must go now or else…

Or else he won’t be able to leave you anymore.

He gives you a smile – it is more to collect his thoughts than to actually reassure you, though – and stiffly turns away. Goodbyes were never his favorite, and if he could have it his way there would be no goodbyes all together. He takes one shaky step and halts; you sniffle behind him and he feels all of his resolve to leave and possibly never return go down the drain. So he turns back to you, drops his suitcase and consciously or not grasps your hand and in turn pulls you closer.

I love you.” It comes out as a heated breath, nothing but a whisper, a confession that surprises him just as much as it surprises you, “I knew it the minute I met you I am…I am so sorry it took me so long to catch up, I-I can’t leave—“ His thumb comes to gently rest on your cheek, rubbing away a lone tear, “-without telling you. I’m sorry—I love you.”

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Hi I’m here to give a friendly reminder that I adore Senyuu and Alba and Ros are in love

Thanks goodnight //finger guns

Unfaithful. part 13

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

A/N: okay, so I think I’m going to do a part in Niall’s POV. I have so many ideas for it but I think I have one picked out. Should be out tomorrow or Wednesday! Thanks again for reading :) 

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Right in Front of Your Eyes - Part 2

Originally posted by thealextheshipper

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, all the feelings
Summary: After your parents were murdered mysteriously, you move in with your godfather Tony Stark, along the way your normal life will be turned upside down, due to a Mr Parker and being hit by a bus. It will all make sense eventually.
A/N: Basically, you are Jessica Drew but with your name and a slight twist. BTW you’re British, you’re welcome 😉
Word Count: 1800+

Intro | Part 1 |

I hate hospitals. Well, not the idea of saving people’s lives, but mainly the smells and people. The smell of antiseptic, death and misery is not something you can get used to, not being able to move from the waist down sucks, even more, I cried two days straight after I found out. Thanks to that bus I’m now paralysed from the waist down, but according to the doctors, Tony made it just in time with the news that he may have a solution. By that I mean, secretly he’s been trying to replicate Peter’s Spider-Man abilities to form some type of serum, yes, I know Spider Man’s identity, I sort of put two and two together, makes me feel slightly giddy that Peter’s girlfriend only thinks he’s working with Tony for a grant, and that I know more about Peter than she ever has done; what a shock that will be. Peter has been at the hospital with me from the start, I don’t know why, he says that we should ‘bond’ and now that I can’t walk, he knows I won’t run away. It’s funny really, he apologised straight after saying that, but I was in hysterics. Anyway, back to the serum; Tony asked me if it was okay to inject me with it, I said yes straight away before he could even tell me side effects, or even what would happen. I mean what else can I lose? (I really shouldn’t jinx myself, I mean I’m a disabled orphan for Christ’s sake). So, plans were made, which brings us to now. Looking at the clock I have 10 minutes until my life is going to change – again – For better or for worst.

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Home (Newsie x Reader)

Originally posted by pontmarius

  • Part: (2/??)
  • Warnings: None

  • Let me know what you guys think? Do you want me to continue?

You woke up to Jack shaking your shoulders.

“Hey, kid, wake up, time t’ get t’ work. Here’s some clothes, had some of da fella’s find anythin’ that didn’t fit ‘em, hopefully they will fit ya. Wouldn’t want ya freezing out here today.” Jack said.

“O-okay. Thanks. I’ll get ready.”

“Be quick. We’re gonna wanna get a head start so I can teach ya how t’ sell properly.”

“T’ sell properly? What’s there to it? It’s just newspapers.”

Jack chuckled, “Just go get ready.”

You climbed down the ladder from Jack’s “penthouse” and went into the lodging house gaining yourself looks from all the boys. Jack followed you down, “Boys, stop it. She is here for the same reason the rest of us are.”

“No, its nothing Jack, it’s just, she’s a goil, like you said, but…a beautiful goil.” Romeo said with a smirk.

Jack glared at him, and meanwhile you blushed.

“No he’s right, Jack.” Race said.

“Oh, shut it, boys. These papes ain’t gonna sell themselves. Get to it!” Jack shouted. Jack nodded at you, signalling you to go finish getting ready.

You ran off to go get changed. Did they all really think I’m pretty? You keep thinking to yourself. I wonder what Jack thinks? No, stop it (Y/N), You just met him. You are only here to work. Once you finished getting ready, which only took you about five minutes, you scurried back to Jack.

“So, Jack, how’s this work? How do I sell properly, as you call it?” You ask, as Jack starts leading you to Mr. Weisel to buy your papes.

“Well, First you gotta buy your papes, I’d start with 20 since it’s ya first day. You see, the trick is to make da headline seem more interestin’ than it is, it’s all right improve da truth a little.” Jack explains as he buys his papes, then you buy yours.

“So, does that man, Weisel, buy back whatever we don’t sell?” you question.

“Hey, kid, don’t even try that I tried to ask that my first day, nope. You just eat ‘em.” Davey chimed in.

“First off, my name is (Y/N), not kid. I’m not a kid. Second of all, that’s completely stupid, you just lose money then if you don’t sell them all.”

“That’s exactly what I said!” Davey

“So, then, how can I make sure I sell all these papes?”

“Well, miss! You can pretend to be a sick orphan like I do! It works! And sometimes they pay you a little extra money!” Les piped in excitedly.

“That just might work…I’ll try it now!” you whispered to Les, then you walked over to a woman passing by. “Excuse me miss, would you care to *cough* buy a pape from a poor orphan? *cough*”

“Oh, my! You poor thing! Of course, here keep the extra!” The woman said as she handed you a nickle.

You ran back over to the boys, and hugged Les. “Thank you so much, Les, It worked! Any other tips boys?”

“Nah, I think you got it! You seem to be a natural born newsie.” Jack said through a chuckle.

“Well, let’s get going then! We ain’t got all day. I got papes to sell, and money to make!” you yelled and began skipping down street.

anonymous asked:

hello there! so i know that cillian gets repped as "aloof" a lot because he's not exactly all the interested in the press/media/fame side of his work, but i was curious as to how he typically behaves when meeting fans? like if there are any nice accounts of him meeting fans while out and about?

He can definitely be prickly when it comes to the fan stuff on his personal time, and will often say no to photos. He’s not big on the selfies. But if you catch him when he’s in the right mood he can be pretty great, especially at the pub!

Here’s a sweet one from back when he was filming Peacock in Iowa:

Cillian shook my hand and said, “Hello, Jennifer.”  Imagine how sexy that sounded, to hear the man say your own name, and in his Irish accent! 

I immediately blurted out, “I am a huge fan of yours.”

He said modestly, “Really? You are?”

“Yes! I have all your movies. I even have The Trench.” That made him laugh.

He was polite, quiet, and sweet as he answered my questions. He was wearing sunglasses, and since I will probably only have the chance to meet him once, I asked him, “Would you please take off your sunglasses?”

“You really want me to take them off?” he asked in a kind voice. I’m not sure if he was amused, or if he felt inconvenienced, or if he feared what else this nut job would ask him to do. It also could have been that he is so humble that I embarrassed him.


So, he took off the sunglasses. I leaned in close, squinted, and gazed into his eyes as he stared back in mine. This lasted a good five seconds. In horror, I blurted out, “You have brown contacts in.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said.

Then my dumb ass blurted out, “You are still gorgeous!” Cillian reacted shyly, as if he doesn’t know how beautiful he is, which I found to be so sweet. 

“OK, I can die a happy woman now,” I confessed. I thanked him for talking with me. He said, “It was very nice to meet you, Jennifer.”

He remembered my name!  I wasn’t expecting any more than an “Okay, bye,” or a “Yeah, nice to meet ya.”  He made my name sound beautiful.

ace-in-a-tardis  asked:

Hi. Feel free to ignore this, but here's a prompt idea I had. Bucky and Clint start counting hits during fights like Legolas and Gimli do in the Lord of the Rings, and the first person to hit whatever decided number gets to choose a prize. And the winner asks for the kiss, which the poor loser happily agrees on. You can choose who the winner is :) thanks


The last DoomBot goes down in a shower of sparks and Clint whoops, throwing his arms in the air. 

“FORTY SEVEN, BABY,” he yells, ‘cos everyone had heard his comms die with a sad fizzle when he got chucked in the harbor. “EAT MY BEAUTIFUL PURPLE ASS!”

“That’s what you were gonna ask for?” Bucky asks, “‘cos I hate to break it to ya sugar but I got forty eight.” 

“Okay one, bullshit you did,” Clint says. “you don’t even have your rifle, and b) that wasn’t the prize I had in mind, actually.” He blurts it out all brazen, but there’s this odd sorta look in his eyes, maybe a little like relief. 

“Found a grenade launcher,” Bucky says, “forty eight. What were you gonna -”

“You won,” Clint interrupts, and there’s a little pink in his cheeks which has Bucky all kinds of intrigued. “Dealer’s choice.” 

“Okay,” Bucky says. “Last night you had my tongue up your ass, the hell has you all -”

Clint goes all steel-eyed and focused in a way that’s hot as hell, and Bucky has all of a millisecond to wonder if he’s gonna get punched before Clint grabs an arrow out of his quiver and lunges forward, burying it in the eye socket of a ‘Bot that’s fizzing and crackling where it had already taken one of Bucky’s rounds to the chest. 

“Huh,” Bucky says. “Forty seven, then, I guess.”

“Aaw,” Clint says almost too soft to hear. “Forty eight.” 

“So,” Bucky says, while he ducks down to check that the ‘Bot’s actually destroyed this time, ‘cos he’s not sure Clint wants him to see his face. “What’s the prize?” 

He can see the uncomfortable movement out the corner of his eye, the way Clint’s rubbing the back of his neck the way he does when he’s feeling uncertain. 

“I, er.” Clint scuffs his toe against the rooftop. “It’s not something we’ve - you can say no.” 

“That’s always been the deal,” Bucky says, “I haven’t forgot.” 

Clint lets out a breath, quick and unsteady. 

“I want you to kiss me,” he says. 

thornskinned  asked:

just wanted to let ya know i just found you and your art is a++ and the only thing that rivals it in beauty is your face please have a lovely day okay!!! (hey new tumblr crush, thanks for existing)

Whoaaaa thanks buddy you are too kind !!!