you don't know fiction

  • 707: ATTENTION!!
  • Yoosung: What? What happened? What?
  • 707: Nothing...just want you to pay attention to me. ;)

hey guys! we just wanted to state that neo-nazis are not welcome here and if any of you happen to support a certain neo-nazi artist, unfollow us please!
and we’d also like to state that every single person who actively reblogs from said artist is HATED by both cecil and carlos because cecil is canonically jewish! it’s true, guys. he told me.

We talk for a while

trying something new here. this is my first ever original story i’ve written and i really love it and want to share it! (tagging @clearascountryair @marvelthismarvelthat @buckysbears @bioforensics AND @inevitablyfitzsimmons for reading this and betaing and @superirishbreakfasttea, @lapiccolina @bookedbyfandoms because you guys said you would read it if i posted and I LIKE VALIDATION )

We talk for a while


I have just pulled out yesterday’s leftovers from the refrigerator when someone knocks at the door.

‘Knocks’ probably isn’t the right word. ‘Knocks’ suggests that I was expecting someone, maybe my parents arriving—cooing and boisterous—excited to see how their daughter’s changed her childhood home. Or maybe a boyfriend, bringing homemade apple pie for dessert and cuddling and maybe something more.

But my parents are gone, I don’t have a boyfriend, and I hate apple pie.

And whoever was at my door was banging on it so hard and so urgently that for a moment I feared it was the police, even though the police probably wouldn’t knock at all.

“Coming!” I call over the noise as I make my way to the front, clicking my tongue when instead of stopping the pounding just seems to grow faster and harder.

I crack open the door and peer outside even though it’s almost too dark to see anything anyway. “Hello?”

The overhead light automatically clicks on and everything is illuminated.

Keep reading

Hump Day Smut!

Happy Hump Day, guys! Y’all ready for your weekly smut?

It was a fantastic week for smut, so here we go!

Along the Coast by leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (Going to the beach with Sammy.)

Good Morning by leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (Dean knows how to wake you up right.)

The Babysitter by fvckinpayno (Holy hotness. au!Sam is a business man and a single father. You are his kid’s babysitter.)

Out of the Rain by mamapeterson (Plotless Dean smut. Meow.)

Fun in the Sun by elyshakate (Pool smut with Dean.)

Where She Stays by ibetthathurt (Dean. My heart is sad but it’s kind of bittersweet so not quite timeout material.)

Coffee Break by deansdirtylittlesecretsblog (This Campbell’s soup Mmm mmm Good Professor Dean series just keeps on giving.)

Two Can Play At This Game by spnimpalaimagines (Reader puts on a little show for Dean while he drives.)

Long Drive by ssmar (Poor Sammy. Dean and reader are not as sneaky or quiet as they think.)

Full Marks by jensennjared (Sub!Dean is always fun.)

The King’s Throne by deansdirtylittlesecretsblog (Here’s some Demon!Dean smut for ya.)

Rated R by ilostmyshoe-79 (Movie theater smut with Dean.)

Dirty Talk by ilostmyshoe-79 (Dirty talk kink with Dean…duh!)

Only the Start, Baby by deans-colette (Some beautiful honeymoon smut with Dean bean.)

A Weekly Thing by spnimpalaimagines (Dean and reader sneak in some laundry room sex while their daughter is downstairs.)

Morning Cardio by manawhaat (Waking up next to Sammy has its perks.)

Coffee Break by elyshakate (Dean Smith and his secretary.)

New Romantics by a-lonely-string (Lazy morning watching cartoons with Dean gets heated.)

Life Imitates Art by white-feather-black-ink (Reader stumbles upon some fanfic about her and Dean and Dean catches her. Then gives her the real thing.)

Date Night by takeitoffwinchester (When you take Dean to a steamy movie, you get some ideas.)

2 AM by supernatural-jackles (I don’t even know how to sum it up… It’s Dean though.)

I’ve Always Wanted You by deansdirtylittlesecretsblog (Reader pines over Dean, but Dean’s a clueless idiot. Sam helps take her mind off Dean. Nice fic for my Sam!girls.)

Two is Better Than One by abaddonwithyall (Jess sliding her threesome fic in just under the wire. Continuation of the Can You Count to 10 fics that were on last week’s Hump Day Smut list.)

Praise Jesus there’s nobody in Timeout this week. I hate doing timeout. I have to have the sads in order to make it. If I want sads, I’ll watch the show. I read fanfic to hide from the sads. 

If you want more Hump Day Smut, check out all the previous posts here! Other than that, have a great week and Happy Humping!!

Shelter Me

Title: Shelter Me 

Rating: M - for language and a tiny bit of sexy times.

Genre: Humor, Romance

Summary: Killian develops a habit of bringing home abandoned pets, he uses his pirate prowess to convince his Swan to let the animals stay. Featuring Tad Cooper, Swashbuckling Killian and sidekick Henry, and Leroy the Saboter.

A/N:  This fic was inspired by this picture, from the lovely artist @tennant-the-tigger.  A huge thank you for beta and read through to @xhookswenchx and a huge thank you for the read through and providing the title @laschatzi for this, my first ever fan fic!  Thanks also ladies for supporting me in the technical aspects as well.  

~K♥E~  

“Swan, I am keeping this old tramp, and you can’t stop me!“

 Emma’s eyes turned as big as saucers as she stared down her pirate.

 "I’m sorry love, I don’t know what came over me,” he apologized, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

 "I think you temporarily lost your mind, pirate,“ Emma replied, even though deep down she knew, if he really asked, she’d be hard pressed to find it within herself to tell him no…about anything.

 "Apologies milady,” Killian crooned in that deep timbre as he swept her into an all encompassing hug. It was worth a try, he thought.

 "Please love, can we keep him, look at those eyes,“ he pleaded.

 Emma looked down at the unkempt dog, and back up to Killian, unable to decide who looked more pathetic. "Please,” he begged once more.

 She rolled her eyes skyward, “Fine pirate, but he’s your dog and you take care of him”.

 His responding smile could’ve lit up the whole of Storybrooke. Emma secretly cherished being able to make him smile like that, her own personal smile. It made her feel as though his joy was, in some small part, due to her.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Deamuussssss "Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?"

137. “Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?”

“Okay, next round’s on me.”

“Nonsense. We’re celebrating your and Harry’s engagement. The bride-to-be does not pay for drinks.”

“Fine, then everyone give me their money. I’m at least still fetching them.”

There was shuffling around the booth as everyone reached into their pockets for money, and after collecting the coins and everyones drink orders, Ginny went up to the bar.

“She’s a good blade, our Ginny,” Seamus said, draining the last of his pint.

“Yeah, she’s the best,” Harry replied dreamily, resting his chin on his arms as he looked over to where Ginny was trying to get the attention of the bartender.

“Yeh know, it’s a real good thing yeh called dibs on her,” Seamus continued, his words slurring slightly. “Otherwise I might be tryin’ teh marry her.”

At this, Dean snorted. “Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?”

“What?” replied Seamus, turning to his boyfriend and looking offended.

“You realize Ginny is a girl right?” Dean said, his voice amused. “And you’re bent as–”

“–a nine bob note, yeah yeah,” Seamus finished. “Listen, love can overcome all sorts of obstacles.”

“Is that right?”

“Just because yeh missed yehr shot with Ginny doesn’t mean there’s no hope for me.”

“You better consider yourself lucky I missed my shot with Ginny. Otherwise I wouldn’t have settled for your arse.”

Seamus grinned. “Yeah, that’s true.” He leaned over and gave Dean a kiss on the lips.

“Are you two done talking about stealing away my girlfriend?” Harry interjected. Dean broke away from Seamus.

“She’s your fiancée, mate. You better get used to saying it.”

“Hey, he’s got time,” Ron chimed in. Then, raising his voice so he could be heard across the room. “Oi, Gin! You gonna come back with those drinks before we have beards like Dumbledore?”

Ginny weaved her way through the crowd, levitating the drinks in front of her with her wand. “Careful, Ronald. Or these are going on your head.”

Despite her threat, Ginny simply lowered the drinks down on the table and everyone grabbed their orders.

“Speaking of beards,” said Neville casually, taking a sip of his Firewhisky, “would you like to hear about how Seamus wants you to be his?”

Title: Vows
Fandom: Marvel
Word Count: 1,035
Characters: Charles Xavier x Reader
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Self-deprecating thoughts [Charles]
Notes: Request from @raes-utter-nonsense for “Charles is my love, my blog can prove this, and you’re one of my favorite writersong so I needed to send a request in. Could you please do something where Charles wakes up from a nightmare, thinking about everything over the years that he’s lost and then his s/o holds him close and reassures him that he will always have something, even if it is just them? Sorry if this is a horrible request, I’ve never sent one in before.” // It’s perfect! Thank you, lovely!

Originally posted by charlesfrancisxaviertelepath

Charles Xavier’s single greatest fear was being a failure. Since he was a child, he would always do his very best in everything – whether it be academics, sports, or picking up women, he always made sure he was the very best. But after losing the use of his legs and his two closest friends, and especially after his school closing down, he felt like a complete failure. That thought kept him up at night, and when he was able to sleep, he had horrible nightmares.

He managed to keep this fact hidden from you for a few weeks. The dreams had never caused him to thrash around or anything like that, so he would simply wake up from the nightmare, calm himself down, then fall back to sleep – all without ever waking you up. But tonight, the nightmare was so intense that it caused him to move around and speak in his sleep.

The first thing that awoke you was Charles moving around. He was always a very calm sleeper, so the way he was tossing and turning quickly stirred you from your slumber. Normally, you would have just gone back to sleep, but the somewhat-incoherent words he began speaking prompted you to stay awake.

“No, please, don’t…. I’m sorry…. Please, no…. Y/N….”

You turned to face Charles, and saw that his brows were furrowed together, and his face was scrunched up, as if he was in pain.

“Charles,” you said, shaking his shoulder gently. “Charles, wake up, love. Charles.”

The man salt bolt upright, his chest heaving from the breaths he was gasping for. He quickly looked over at you, then his wide, blue eyes locked with yours. He visibly calmed, and laid back down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

“Sweetheart, you haven’t had nightmares in years. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, darling, it’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

You propped yourself up with your arm and staring down at him. Charles knew by the stubborn look in your eyes that he wasn’t going to be getting away from the question until he provided a satisfactory answer. He sighed, running a hand through his already-messy brown hair.

“I’m a failure, Y/N. My entire life, everyone has had such high expectations of me. For a while, I was living up to those expectations. But now…” Charles began, then gave a dry laugh. “Look at me. I’m a paraplegic with a failed attempt at a school. I’m a complete failure. And in my nightmare, you finally realized that, and you left me. You told me that you married a young, attractive scholar, not some grouchy old cripple. Then you packed all of your things and left. And it’s only a matter of time before that actually happens.”

Charles was staring at the ceiling, not meeting your eyes as he spoke. When your palm rested against his cheek, he looked over to you, to find you smiling sadly down at him.

“For someone so brilliant, you can be such an idiot,” you stated, then pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Do you remember my vows to you? Do you remember what I said to you that day? I told you that no matter what happens – no matter what life decides to hurl at us – I will always stand by you. I will always love you, and I will never leave you. I wouldn’t have said ‘I do’ if I didn’t mean every word I said.”

“When you said those words, you didn’t know what exactly it was that life had planned for us. You didn’t know you’d end up with a reclusive cripple before you’ve even reached 30. You’re still young, and you’re beyond beautiful – you should leave me. You should go out and enjoy the world, not be tied down to me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No, no – God, no,” Charles replied quickly, then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You deserve better than me, Y/N. I want you to be happy – not miserable, cooped up with a boring husband, in an old mansion, like a sad excuse of a Disney movie.”

“Charles, I want you to listen to what I’m about to say, and I want you to take it to heart. I don’t want you to ever say – or think – such self-deprecating bullshit again. I love you with all of my heart. I have loved you since the day I met you, and whether or not you can walk is not going to change that. You’re stuck with me; till death do us part, remember?” you said sternly, then kissed his nose and smiled. “There is no one better than you, Charles. You are, and have always been, exactly the person I want. If you have to look into my mind to believe me, then so be it. But I have absolutely no desire to leave you. I love you.”

By the time you had finished speaking, you could see that his eyes were misty. His arms tightened around you, pulling you into a hug. You rested your head on his chest, snuggling into his embrace. Charles exhaled slowly, before kissing your forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispered, so softly that you almost didn’t hear him. You pressed a kiss to his neck, smiling.

“You’re so worried about being a recluse, and about me not going out and doing anything. Let’s go on a trip. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Charles asked incredulously, laughing a bit. You had always brought out his adventurous side, and he had desperately missed that. “Where would we even go?”

“We can go to the City, and I can use you to plough through people.”

Charles erupted into laughter, and you could feel his chest shaking beneath your head. You propped yourself up on your arm and smiled down at him, pleased with yourself for earning a laugh from him. His laughter faded into a warm smile, and you leaned down to kiss him. It was a kiss filled with pure love, and after you broke apart for air, you shared another quick one, before resting your head on his chest again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Charles.”


@shayara  @hankmyhusband  @jxbilationlee  @pagemaximoff  @alexs-ummers

anonymous asked:

Hi I don't know if this is a random question but do you ship ransom and nursey?

I pride myself on being able to ship ANYTHING. So sure, why not? :)

III. 

Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free

Louis has his head thrown back in a laugh, his wet fringe hanging in front of his eyes, and a beautiful flush to his cheeks. From this angle, the sun hits his face just right to where the beams of light are shining in between the spaces of each individual clump of watered down eyelashes. His chest is showing through the soaked material of his white jersey and it seems that his biceps are attempting to break free from the sleeves that are clinging to his skin.

And Harry can do nothing except take it all in. He doesn’t even think he’s breathing at this point. He is literally stuck in place, admiring the true beauty of Louis Tomlinson, while being surrounded by fit footballers and generally attractive people. He doesn’t think he’s ever been in love before, but if Louis let him, he’s pretty damn sure he could change that in the matter of a few nanoseconds.

A Fallen Star That Shines No More

Louis might have a problem.

Said problem lies entirely in the fact that he can’t seem to avoid Harry Styles, The Ex-Boyfriend That Broke His Heart and World Famous Popstar Sensation. Everything is only made more complicated by the fact that he doesn’t really want to avoid Harry either, even though they’re supposed to mean nothing to each other.

Another tiny problem may also be that Harry has no idea that Louis has a daughter now.

Yeah, he’s screwed.

Keep reading

The ongoing fight between gay and bi people over whether a certain historical figure was gay or bi is making me lose faith in all of you, seriously. There is no certain proof for either of these options as far as we know, can you not accept that?

Okay but

For every Gency hating person I come across, I will find and reblog another Gency post.

Hope you don’t mind me dumping this here ~ (´ ♡ `)/

Her name is Xiefeng, and her loyal plush-companion is Nyanko!