you were about to burn

Pokemon Asks: TMs (ORAS)

TM01:Hone Claws - What is one sure fire way to pick a fight with you?
TM02:Dragon Claw - What kind of mythical beast would you want to be?
TM03:Psyshock - Share one thing you enjoyed that you didn’t expect to.
TM04:Calm Mind - What relaxes you?
TM05:Roar - Name something that scares you.
TM06:Toxic - How does someone get on your bad side?
TM07:Hail - What bad habits do you have?
TM08:Bulk Up - What would you like to be able to improve about yourself?
TM09:Venoshock - Talk about what can ruin your day.
TM10:Hidden Power - Share some hidden talents.
TM11:Sunny Day - What improves you day?
TM12:Taunt - Share some trash talk/pick a fight with someone.
TM13:Ice Beam - Name something that makes you cry.
TM14:Blizzard - How do you react to being angry?
TM15:Hyper Beam - What is something you’ve gone overboard with?
TM16:Light Screen - What do you want to protect?
TM17:Protect - Share what you’d give your life for.
TM18:Rain Dance - Do you believe in luck?
TM19:Roost - Where do you feel safe?
TM20:Safeguard - Are you superstitious? 
TM21:Frustration - How do you process or work through your emotions?
TM22:Solar Beam - Do you have any aggressive traits?
TM23:Smack Down - Are you quick to anger?
TM24:Thunderbolt - What do you think is unavoidable in your life?
TM25:Thunder - Share something shocking that happened to you.
TM26:Earthquake - Talk about a very emotional experience you’ve had.
TM27:Return - What bad habits do you have?
TM28:Dig - Do you tend to avoid responsibility?
TM29:Psychic - Do you believe in fate?
TM30:Shadow Ball - List some things you consider scary.
TM31:Brick Break - How do you think you’ve improved?
TM32:Double Team - What do you think are some of your good points?
TM33:Reflect - Do you treat others how they treat you?
TM34:Sludge Wave - Do you suffer from any physical ailments?
TM35:Flamethrower - How do you exact your revenge?
TM36:Sludge Bomb - What insults do you use when pushed too far?
TM37:Sandstorm - Name some pet peeves.
TM38:Fire Blast - What is something others do that bothers you?
TM39:Rock Tomb - What do you do when someone backs you into a corner?
TM40:Aerial Ace - What kind of skills do you have?
TM41:Torment - Do you ever feel guilty about your choices?
TM42:Facade - Have you ever pretended to be something you are not?
TM43:Flame Charge - Are you prone to being reckless?
TM44:Rest - Can you sleep easy at night?
TM45:Attract - How can someone get your attention?
TM46:Thief - What do you envy of others?
TM47:Low Sweep - Are you willing to use underhanded tactics?
TM48:Round - How do you handle betrayal?
TM49:Echoed Voice - Do you talk to yourself?
TM50:Overheat - What does it take to get you flustered?
TM51:Steel Wing - What do you do to express your gratitude?
TM52:Focus Blast - How well do you focus on tasks?
TM53:Energy Ball - What gets you pumped up?
TM54:False Swipe - Share some moments when you were merciful.
TM55:Scald - Name an instance you were burned by someone.
TM56:Fling - What are you careless about?
TM57:Charge Beam - Are you tactical or impulsive?
TM58:Sky Drop - When have you let someone down?
TM59:Incinerate - What have you done in anger that you regret?
TM60:Quash - What sort of goals do you have?
TM61:Will-O-Wisp - Who seems out of your reach?
TM62:Acrobatics - Do you have trouble saying no to others?
TM63:Embargo - What can you not go without in your life?
TM64:Explosion - Do you have a temper?
TM65:Shadow Claw - Do you tell lies?
TM66:Payback - Is there anything someone might take revenge on you for?
TM67:Retaliate - Can you forgive and forget?
TM68:Giga Impact - Share something that changed your outlook on life.
TM69:Rock Polish - What do you like to do in quiet moments?
TM70:Flash - What do you find disorienting?
TM71:Stone Edge - Would you be willing to surrender?
TM72:Volt Switch - Do you have any advice to share?
TM73:Thunder Wave - When have you been unable to act out of fear?
TM74:Gyro Ball - How do you handle failure?
TM75:Swords Dance - When you gain the upper hand do you gloat?
TM76:Struggle Bug - Are you inclined to avoid hard work?
TM77:Psych Up - Name a popular trend you fell into.
TM78:Bulldoze - Do you have social grace?
TM79:Frost Breath - What do you do when you give the cold shoulder?
TM80:Rock Slide - Share an accident you had that had consequences.
TM81:X-Scissor - How do you handle success?
TM82:Dragon Tail - Name something you thought you’d lost that you hadn’t?
TM83:Infestation - List some things that frustrate you.
TM84:Poison Jab - What do you do when slighted? 
TM85:Dream Eater - What fears do you worry will become reality?
TM86:Grass Knot - Share some obstacles you’ve overcome.
TM87:Swagger - What do you do when your pride is wounded?
TM88:Sleep Talk - What do you dream about?
TM89:U-Turn - How do you get out things you don’t want to do?
TM90:Substitute - What bores you?
TM91:Flash Cannon - What fantastic things you believe in?
TM92:Trick Room - Are you a gambler?
TM93:Wild Charge - Do you consider the consequences before acting?
TM94:Secret Power - What do others look for from you?
TM95: Snarl - What do you hate to be told?
TM96:Nature Power - Which weaknesses do you hate?
TM97:Dark Pulse - Name some childhood fears.
TM98:Power-Up Punch - What do you fight for?
TM99:Dazzling Gleam - What amazes you?
TM100:Confide - Who do you trust?

Ten Years (Part 7)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,212 (excluding flashback)

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations

A/N: Tags are closed. Cue the drama. PS - some of your comments on the last chapter had me screeching, I love ‘em!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Originally posted by brokenmichael

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Even though it nearly drowned us in angst, we have to appreciate how healthy that conversation actually was.

“I swear to you, I wanted to tell you, I tried. And then you found that ring and I just couldn’t bear to ruin that happiness.” 

~ he doesn’t dance around it, goes right for the truth, explains the situation and why he chose to act the way he did; that it was coming from a place of love.

“How could you do this?” 

~ she asks with shock, and hurt. He doesn’t know what she’s talking about at first - he thinks she’s talking about killing her grandpa but what she’s really talking about is burning his own memories. The way she says it with a hint of concern, like even though she’s mad, she’s hurting for him because if he’s gonna resort to such drastic measures, this must be eating him up inside.

“I’ve been asking myself the same question, and all I can say is that I was a broken man for a very long time and I did horrendous things..” 

~ THIS! LINE! IS! SO! IMPORTANT! Because he was a broken man and the fact that he recognizes that his deeds were horrendous proves how much he’s changed. And the fact that he’s sharing with her that he knows he was broken - ugh. Beautiful. 

“I’m not talking about that I’m talking about this. You were about to burn your own memories why would you do that?” 

~ Here the concern for him is even more prominent in her tone. It almost sounds like she’s going to cry. She’s so concerned that he was going to burn some part of his past, because she loves every part of him, including his wrongdoings. 

“Because I was ashamed, Emma. And scared losing you and everything that matters to me.” 

~ She is everything to him. He is terrified of losing her. Do I even need to say more like omg.

“You really think that would happen after everything we’ve been through?” 

~ this is her having 100% confidence in what they have. They have made it through darkness and DEATH, and that proved to her that together they can do anything. She’s surprised and hurt that he doesn’t feel the same way. Why doesn’t he? is what she’s she’s wondering.

“How am I supposed to sit across from your mother and father at the table and look them in the eye after what I’ve done?” 

~ He’s letting her know how guilty he feels. How he’s terrified he’ll be rejected. They’re just laying all their feelings on the table and it’s so healthy I can’t even 

“I’m not saying it would be easy. You know them, you know they would forgive you, that’s who they are.” 

~ She’s validating his feelings, saying yes, it will be a big hurdle. But then she also reassures him that he is loved so much but not just her, and that nothing he does or says will get him kicked out of their lives. Ever. 

“This isn’t just about them, this is about me. I already destroyed my own family once and that was hard enough but knowing that I destroyed yours too, I just…I didn’t know how I could live with that.” 

~ YESSSSSS Killian. This is about you. And that is perfectly okay like it is 1000000% okay for you to worry about yourself instead of everyone else (including Emma) for once. You need to heal and this is the way to start, by telling the woman that you love that this is how you feel and where your head is at. Good job precious pirate good job! 

“You come to me Hook, and you lean on me, and you trust ME!” 

~ Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh the knife-in-the-gut line. The most beautiful line in my opinion. Cause it came from the mouth of Emma Swan, who spent her life leaning on no one. Who, after Neal, had a necklace that she wore to remind her never to trust ANYONE. And now she has a life partner that she trusts so completely and has leaned on countless, countless times (When she was watching her mother die, when she almost froze to death, when she was confused about Lily, when she was mad at her parents, all throughout Camelot, when she admitted she wanted a future but was scared, when she was in the underworld and had a scary vision, like a million bazillion times she’s gone to him and leaned on him) and now all she wants is to return the favour for him. And frankly she’s devastated that he doesn’t feel like he can lean on her. Like he is my rock, why aren’t I his? is what is going through her mind. ASDFGHJKL.

“We have to stop hiding things from each other.” 

~ She doesn’t just blame him, she knows she’s hid things from him before too and might some day do it again. They both need to stop in order for this to work.

“The man I fell in love with would know that. You would know that we would do things together.” 

~ Telling him that this together thing all originated from him. She fell in love with him because he earned her trust, but never took the lead from her; they always worked together as a team. Together. And all she wants is for them to be doing that now (and for the rest of their lives)

“Emma–” 

~ the way he splutters it. He’s so in love with her and wants to kiss her for saying these soulful things. She’s opening up to him and pouring out her soul and telling him she loves him in a poetic, wordy way, which is NOT her specialty. But at the same time his heart is aching. He’s done the last thing he wants to do in life. He’s hurt her. Fuck. 

“That is what I agreed to marry. That is what I thought we were together.”

 ~ Again, emphasis on the together, two halves of a whole. And telling him the reason she wanted to marry him so badly - because she feels safe with him. She can trust him. She can lean on him. And she thought she was that for him, too. And if she’s not? Well, they need to fix that before they can move forward.

“Until you’re ready for that..” *removes ring* “Then we can talk.” 

~ A bit of tough love, but it’s for his own good. She is NOT rejecting him or breaking up with him or some bullshit like that. Their love means more than that. She’s just telling him “Hey. I love you. And I am so, so ready to marry you. But I want our engagement to be happy and pure. And it is anything but happy and pure right now. So until we figure this out, take this back. And work through your feelings. And if you need me, I will be right here.” 

Like. GUYS. I am NOT here for angst but I am SO HERE FOR THIS PORTRAYAL OF WHAT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP SHOULD BE LIKE. 

SIGN. ME. UP. 

*markiplier starts playing oneshot*

me *kneels and fold my hands* Dear father in heaven please dont let the millions of people seeing the videos hate on it by saying it’s an Undertale clone, because it’s a beautiful, clever game in it’s own right made by incredibly talented, clever, artistic people, and the original version that changed my fucking life came out in 2014

I really give credit to those who change for the better, who realize their own negative or toxic way of thinking has prevented themselves from moving forward or has prevented others from realizing their own potentials. True confidence does not come from knocking down other people but by encouraging those people to strive to be better.

No matter what happened in the past, you can change. You can improve. You can be better than the person you were yesterday and you can make a difference in your life. The ball is in your court.

And remember your dreams are valid; don’t make anyone feel they have the right to keep you from soaring too high into the sun.

It’s your flight, if they were so concerned about you getting burned they would have giving you sun block before you ventured out into the unknown. Only insecure people will try to clip your wings, before you even had the chance to know how far you could fly.

—  Joanna Strafford
Twenty Questions

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking. Somewhere between angsty and fluffy and with mentions of smut.

Summary: With a broken team, and a broken heart, Tony Stark has no one else to rely on but (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a long time friend that has endured and coped with him more times than any friend would. Upon drinks, sad movies and a harmless 20 Questions game, the most hidden feelings arise.

A/N: I like this a lot. Bear it with me.


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If you said you weren’t surprised by the message you got that morning, you’d be a fucking liar. You were indeed surprised, and with good reason. You hadn’t seen Tony Stark in a year or two, only quick texting once or twice a week just to catch up on your lives, but now he was inviting you to his place to watch a movie, “for old times’ sake”.

Movies with him never ended up well, or at least, they didn’t use to. Sex is all there was in a movie night with him; well, sex and guilt. You were head over heels for such a long time that you couldn’t even recall the moment when you first started to feel that, but now you had grown up, and you were more or less sure that your feelings were a mature thing that could be controlled.

You waited in the elevator the excruciating moments before getting to where he needed you. FRIDAY, his artificial assistant was very kind to tell you that he was eager to see you; you too were eager, but still very afraid of what was going to happen next.

Poison blasted from the speakers, and you were suddenly taken ages back, when you two were at his place, drinking and laughing and then… going at it. You couldn’t help but smiling at the memory, and when you saw Tony looking at you, your heart just stopped.  He had not change a thing, and if anything, he was even more handsome than you remembered.

“What a sight for sore eyes are you.” He smiled as he took the long distance to hug you so tight that he could’ve broken your bones.

“You’re so full of shit.”

The drinks started to come up and the saddest movie you had ever seen showed up on the huge TV he owned. You two stayed in silence for a while, really taking into every detail of the movie. You were not used to watch these kind of movies with him, let alone watch any movie. You two invented Netflix and chill before there was any Netflix whatsoever. That until he recommended a Twenty Questions game. You started.

“Question number one. How are you?” You asked.

“Fucked. My friends are gone, my ex-girlfriend doesn’t want me and she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. One of my best friends is on a fucking wheelchair and everything has just gone to shit.”

“That’s just sad.” You shook your head.

“Number two, did you miss me?” He gave you a half smile.

“Can’t say I didn’t.” You shrugged innocently.

And as the movie went on, and the bottles of beer emptied, you two had gained more and more false confidence to ask each other the most inappropriate questions that your drunken minds could possible think of. But things started to get very awkward and you completely lost the focus on the movie.

“Question number ten,” he took the beer to his lips and sipped from it, “what is it that you think I should know right now?”

“You just don’t know how to love, Stark.” You sighed, keeping your eyes on the screen, trying hard not to look at him, because if you did, you’d surely tell him everything in your mind. “You destroy everything you love. So that’s why I’m sure you don’t love me enough.”

“Not true.” He retorted, pausing the movie.

“It is. I would never be like Pep because our friendship is always coming and going. I mean… you tore her apart man. I don’t wanna be mean, but you gotta admit it… You had everything in your hands to not fuck shit up and… you did. You went along this destructive path as you have always done.”

“What do you mean?” Tony asked.

“After what happened in New York, you told me Pepper wanted you to slow down with the avenging life, right?” He nodded. “That she wanted to have a more or less normal relationship with an abnormal man like yourself, right?” He nodded again. “Well, what did you do? Destroyed a bunch of suits just to build more. Or at least enhance the one you’d stay with and blow up an entire city.”

“I don’t get the point.”

“She gave you the chance to stop this madness, and you didn’t. And once you were a hundred times more PSTD fucked up, you tried to amend your relationship but she was done with it. Tony, it’s your fault that she’s gone.”

“Thank you,” Tony huffed, “silly me for wanted to have some Netflix and chill with you.”

“You can’t possibly think that you can bribe me into a good movie and a pity fuck afterwards.” You laughed, placing a hand on your chest. “I would have fallen for that three years ago. Tony, I got older and I have a little self-respect now.”

“You would’ve?” He asked, furrowing his brow in confusion. It took you a second to realize what you had said.

“I would.” Oh fuck it. Good thing you were old enough now to be able to talk about your still burning feelings in a way more civilized and controlled way. “I like you Tony, my passion for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns… and yes I took that from a cartoon, but it ain’t that wrong.” Tony fell speechless, and you called it your cue to break the news down to him. Years of friendship would be probably be ruined, but fuck it, you were going big and probably going home after this. “Remember when we were fuck buddies? Well, it all went to shit for me, because we knew each other so damn well and sex was like the next step for us and I always thought you’d end up feeling the same thing for me but apparently you did not.” You rolled your eyes. “And it’s totally fine! Don’t get me wrong. This friendship we have is probably ruined because I never told you this until now and because I started acting weird after I got the feelings, but you have your fair share too, I mean… you could’ve asked what happened, and you never did. And I’m sorry… I’m gonna have to go.”

You were getting ready to leave, you had even taken your bag from the countertop and your jacket from the hanger next to the door, and as they opened for you, Tony started running behind you to grab your arm and make you turn around.

“Question number eleven, was any of this true?” You nodded a silent response. “Twelve, why didn’t you say anything?”

“It had no use.” You shook your head. “You were head over heels for Pepper.” You shrugged. “Can I go? I really wanna go home.”

“(Y/N), you dropped this bomb and you want to go home without any further explanation? Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“What’s the use of even explaining you now?” You asked in exhaustion. “You’re still in love with Pepper and I’m gonna die alone! So what?”

“Thirteen, do you still like me?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded. “Fourteen, did you ever feel something for me?”

“Yes. I did.” He sighed. “Fifteen, what do we do now?”

“I have no fucking clue.” Your bottom lip trembled, he was getting closer and your knees started to weaken. “Sixteen…” you paused, “do you know?”

“No.” Tony shook his head and cupped your face; his breath brushed your lips, and as you held on to his wrists, you tried to have as much from him as possible. The way his body tensed at your touch, his hitching breathing and his crazy heartbeat were signals, but you were not sure if those were the right ones.

“Seventeen. When did you feel something for me?” Your voice was a barely audible whisper now.

“It has been like an on and off thing… Before we even were fuck buddies I felt something for you, and then Pepper came, and well, I’ve missed you…”

“So now I’m like your second choice?”

“Never.” You tried to escape, but your hands were glued to his arms and he was not letting you go either. Even though his grip was strong, his hands were tender, and they felt soft against your skin. You longed for this contact, it had been a while since you two saw each other. “(Y/N), you were never a second choice or a consolation prize. You wanna know why I haven’t hurt you?”

“Why?”

“Because I care.”

“Eighteen. Why do you care?”

“You’ve been with me through thick and thin, (Y/N).” His hands moved from your face to your shaky shoulders, trying to stop you. “You’re the oldest friend I have and god knows you’re the best. Nineteen, do you want to jump with me?”

“I do…” You sighed, moving your hands to his chest. “Twenty…” you bit your bottom lip, “do you love me?” He nodded a silent response.

“I’m gonna ask another one. Twenty one, can I kiss you again? I… I don’t wanna let you go, (Y/N). Never again.”

You didn’t reply, but you pulled him closer to you. His lips were almost afraid of touching yours, and his hands were even more nervous as they sneaked down your torso and to your waist. You held on to him like never before in your life; you wanted to have him again, you wanted him to be yours and no one else’s. You wanted all the things that harmed him to disappear while he was in your arms.

He was broken, torn and mentally fucked up, but you were strong enough to love him because you had loved him all your life. He was the one who kept you up at night, and you didn’t care if he was going to keep you up at night due to his terrible PSTD; you’d be there for him because you wanted him to be less miserable. You wanted to make him less miserable.

“We already had the Netflix part… can we go chill right now?” He breathed against your lips, slowly roaming up his hands from under your shirt. “For old times’ sake?” He helped you wrap your legs around his waist, holding you effortlessly as he had always done. “Is this a yes?”

“This is a ‘you better treat me right, Stark’” You pressed your forehead against his and stayed there a minute, caressing his hair and smiling like an idiot. This was everything you ever wanted, and the jump even though seemed like jumping from the top of the Stark Tower, you were more than willing to do it.

There were no more questions that night.

+a little competitive

☇  yoongi x reader | 1114 words

genre: fluff fluff fluff throws fluffy cotton like confetti

warnings: as usual, none

12: did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

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“What the – fuck you Min Yoongi.”

“Oh yeah, you’re welcome to anytime.”

“Shut up that’s not what I meant. And oh my god, we’re playing this again. I’ll beat you on Wario’s Gold Mine.”

“Yeah? Try me.”

To say you and Yoongi were competitive was an understatement; you both were extremely passionate about winning. Rivals before dating, the burning will to win just never died down and just got bigger. Obviously, because of this, there were bound to be some issues. Issues such as today.

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Hidden Behind Glasses (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

A/N: Sorry if this seems rushed.

Chapter Summary: You hangout with Hannah.


Originally posted by capuleht

Part 4

Y/N P.O.V.

Hannah picked you up at Monet’s.

She reached over the console center and pushed open your door.


“You didn’t show up.” You pouted, getting inside of the car and looking over to her.

You gasped, surprised. “And your hair! It’s so pretty.”

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NCIS Imagine: Your Crush on Gibbs Worsening After Dyeing Your Hair Red

Requested by: @multifanfreaklolnopelife and ton of other people

Originally posted by lucifersagents


Red Hot 

You really can’t tell if it’s your paranoia, or if Gibbs was really acting strange around you.

Either way, you wholeheartedly blamed DiNozzo.

“Did you have to tell me he had a thing for redheads?” you grumble to him as he pushed a fresh cup of coffee from the closest Starbucks.

He chuckles warmly, eyes lit up with mischief. “I did. Because you have a thing for him, don’t you?”

You nearly choke on the sip of coffee you were taking. “What are you talking about?” you splutter out, face starting to burn.

He looks even more amused now, grinning knowingly. “You do, don’t you?”

“No! Of course not!”

It must have been all the years DiNozzo had worked under him, because he has a pretty quelling Gibbs stare.

You look away after awhile.

He beams triumphantly at you. “I’m right. I know I am.”

You ignore him, trying to tidy up your elegant black gown. Undercover missions required the best of details.

He hands you a clip for your hair. “You know, I don’t blame him for the way he’s acting around you.”

Your face must be hot enough to fry an egg on it by now. “No?”

“No.”

You’re about to ask why when Gibbs walks into the bullpen. Your mouth shuts with a snap. DiNozzo aims a smirk at you, and you shoot back daggers with your gaze.

He mimes for you to make a move on Gibbs, and you send him a look that promised him pain if he didn’t stop. He stops heckling you, but he’s still grinning.

You wish you could knock the smile off his know-it-all face.

You pick up your bag and try to make it out without confrontation with your boss. You were running late as it were.

“[Y/N]?”

You swear internally, and when you glance at DiNozzo, he’s got an expression on like he just won the lottery.

“Yes, boss?” You turn to Gibbs. You’re startled to find him less than five inches away from you.

“You forgot your clip,” he says simply, holding it up with one eyebrow raised. You try to avoid his stare and reach out for it. Maybe if you looked at him properly, you would have seen the tint of red spreading on his cheeks. 

To your surprise, he gathers your red locks in one hand and clips it with the jeweled clip neatly. His mouth is so close to your ear, you can feel his breath against it. You flush, avoiding DiNozzo’s damned smirk.

“There.” His voice is low and deep, and you feel like melting into the floor. Your face is bright red now, and there’s almost a satisfied smirk on Gibbs’s face.

“Thanks,” you answer shakily, and speed away to the elevator as fast as you can without looking obvious.

When the door shuts, you let the back of your head hit the metal wall. Your phone beeps with a text from DiNozzo.

“I’m right. I know I am.”

You swear to yourself – out loud this time.

DiNozzo knows he’s right about your crush.

And unfortunately, so do you.


Take Your Child To Work Day

SPN FanFic

~Daddy Jared and Uncle Jensen get conned by your cutie-pie daughter~

Jared x Reader, OFC Juliana, Jensen

846 Words

Warnings: Daddy!Jared Fluff Feels? Idk. Nothing bad. 

A/N: I’m having feelings after the Padafamily picture, OK? Sue me. 



“Daddy are you gonna take me?” your daughter Juliana looked up at her father, wide eyed and inquisitive as always; her hazel eyes a perfect match for his.

Jared smiled his curious smile and shook his head quickly in confusion. “Take you where Jules?”

“To the work,” she said, sticking out her hip and leaning her hand on it just like you did. You laughed from your spot in the kitchen as you watched the scene unfold. For a five year old, she was sassy as hell.

“To my work?” he asked, holding back a laugh.

Jules rolled her eyes, “Yeah Daddy, it’s ‘Take Your Child To Work Day’. So you take your child to your work.”

Jared nodded, pretending to consider her question. He rubbed his chin and hummed. “Huh, well, it just so happens that Mommy has some scenes this week, so we’ll all be going to work tomorrow.”

It took a moment for the information to make it’s way past all the attitude, but finally Juliana understood and a bright smile grew on her little face. She clapped and ran into Jared’s open arms, squealing as he lifted her into the air with ease. “Thank you Daddy!”

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get up// simon minter

i’m sorry for how short this is but i couldn’t think how to make it any longer. i haven’t posted any imagines for a while and i really wanted to, so here’s a very shitty simon one. also, i got a lot of inspiration from this post!

requests are open!
love you all xo


Simon Minter was probably the hardest person to wake up in the entire world and you hated when the responsibility fell onto your shoulders to wake him up. Usually, if he was being difficult, you would just leave him but because the two of you were driving down to your hometown for the weekend, you had to power through.

You took a deep breath before approaching your best friend who was curled up in the middle of his bed, his silver hair peeking out from underneath the covers. “Simon,” you sang quietly. “It’s time to get up.”

Receiving nothing but a groan in return you rolled your eyes before nudging him lightly as you kneeled on his bed. “Simon, we need to leave in less than an hour if we want to get there in time for dinner.” Again, he groaned from underneath the covers and buried his face deeper into his pillow. “Fine, if you really want to be difficult.”

Within a second, you had pulled the covers away from Simon, laughing loudly as he let out a high-pitched squeal before he sat up and glared at you. “I don’t like you,” he croaked, his voice laced with the early morning.

You know you love me,” you scoffed as you sat next to him on his bed. He fell back against his pillows and pulled you down with him, resulting in a cry of protest from you. “No, we need to go!”

“Shh, just five more minutes.” His words were muffled due to your hair, his breath against your neck caused a shiver to run down your spine.

You sighed in defeat once he began to trace his fingers on the exposed skin of your waist; he knew that would instantly get you to relax. You and Simon had grown up together, so there was probably nothing that you two didn’t know about each other. Other than the fact that, after over twenty years, you still didn’t know a useful way to wake him up.

Just as you were beginning to drift off, Simon’s quiet voice broke the silence. “(Y/N)? Is that my new t-shirt?”

A grin broke across your face as the question passed his lips, it wasn’t an unusual thing for you to steal Simon’s clothes but there was an unspoken rule for you to at least let him wear them once before you claimed them as your own. “Maybe.”

“I’ll let you off this time, babe, but only because it looks better on you than it ever would on me.” For a reason you were clueless about, your cheeks began to burn at his words and of course, he noticed. “Are you blushing?”

“No, you are,” you groaned at your weak reply, and he looked at you with a stupid smirk on his face, “shut up, Minter.” You hid your red face in his pillow and Simon’s familiar smell instantly clouded your senses as you tried to ignore his teasing laughter.

Aw! (Y/N)’s blushing!” Simon sang, poking your side and grinning when you squealed.

“I hate you so much.”

You know you love me,” he throws your earlier words back at you with a wink. You laugh loudly and push his shoulder lightly, but obviously Simon over exaggerates and dramatically rolls himself to the other side of the bed with a loud yell.

“Why do I still put up with you? You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” Simon says smiling, before pulling you into his side and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You can’t fight the beaming smile off your face as you lean your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat speed up slightly as you run your fingers gently through his hair. You would love to stay like this all day, in the arms of the one person you will always love, not caring whether he loved you back the same way. However, you both needed to be up and out within the next twenty or so minutes.

“Okay, you’ve had enough time to wake up,” you say as you sit up and stretch. “Get in the shower, we need to leave soon.”

“Alright, but (Y/N), one more thing,” Simon speaks, his voice sounding a little deeper than usual.

“Yeah?” You turn around, only to be greeted by Simon eagerly pressing his lips on yours. You froze, shocked by his sudden actions but you quickly reciprocated, placing your hands on either side of his face and climbing onto his lap. He slowly moved his hands underneath his t shirt and onto your hips, repeating his actions from earlier and tracing patters against your skin. A few seconds later, you both pull away breathless and a little dizzy.

Maybe we can be a little late,” you mumble causing Simon’s laugh to echo around his room until you pulled his mouth back on yours.

suddenly i opened my eyes
and there you were.
sea glass and ocean breath
shimmering in moonlight.
everything about you burns
like stars
twinkling in my palms.
being with you is alive.
it’s driving through cities at night
when the world is asleep.
you are waking up.
and i wish every moment
could be that.
i crave it.
i crave it.
i crave it.
the night fog whispers,
that it breaks.
so easily.
but i say let it.
let those stars burst open
and i will sprinkle the dust.
i will throw it
so high it grazes the clouds.
that stardust will rain back down
and i’ll breathe it in,
breathe you in.
for you are a magic
that never fades.
—  midnight dreaming // @nirvanaexplosions
Burn-Fake Laf au parody (aka: FUCK YOU TIMES 2 JEFFERSON.))

You saved every letter I wrote you
From the moment you read them
You knew i was yours
You said i was yours
You thought i was
Yours.
Do you know what Lafayette said?
When he left for France that night? He said:
“Be careful,Mon amour,people do what it takes to survive"
You and your words flooded my senses
Your sentences left me defenseless
You joked with my heart like a puppeteer.
Like i was a puppet!
I’m rereading the letter you wrote him
I’m searching and scanning for answers
On every line
For some kind of sign
Of when I thought you were mine.
The world seemed to burn.
Burn….Burn…
You wrote about me like i was nothing
You thought i was just a thing you could use
to fill your lust
You’ve ruined my life.
Do you know what Lafayette said!?
When he told me what you’d done?
He said:
“I’m sorry Mon amour,but this can’t be undone.”
You and your brain
Obsessed with this crazy lust
Your words border on senseless
And you are worse in every paragraph
How you wanted my body!
God why,why,why…
I’m erasing myself from this narrative.
Let feature historians wonder
How Alex reacted
When you used his heart.
You’ve torn it all apart
I am watching it,
Burn…
The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place to my head
They don’t get to know what Laf said
I am burning the memories
Burning this crazyness.
That might have redeemed you!
You forfeit all rights to my heart!
You forfeit the place in my bed
Never come to my house again!
You can stay with the memory of
When i was yours!
……
I hope that you….
Burn…….

((Ill gladly do more of these!!))  ~Mal


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That Was Incredible 

Request: can you pls do a bucky/reader smut where reader is patching up bucky in a safe house after a mission

Summary: You and Bucky barely escape a Hydra facility and have to stay in a nearby safe house.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I may do a part two for this one, but if I do I’m going to do it after writing a part two for Undercover.

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The Bronx: Part 2

Requested by: Anonymous (x2)
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Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.1K
Warnings: Angst

A/N: A couple of people requested that I do more parts of The Bronx, so I’m planning to make this either 3 or 5 parts long (I’ll see where the story takes me!)

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Part 1

Taking some time for yourself, you were enjoying a coffee and reading your favourite book at a cute little cafe in the city. Peter was supposed to be meeting you in an hour, but for now you were enjoying some alone time.

It had been almost 3 months since you debuted your superhero self to help Team Cap, and you were still anxious that the government was going to show up any second and force you to sign the accords. You were also holding out hope that Captain America would get in touch and ask you to join his team, even though you knew that most of them were in hiding - and you still had a semester of high school left.

Since the civil war in Germany, you had been using your powers more and more, trying to grow them and have more stable control over them. You were getting better, but occasionally you’d feel like your control was slipping. Just last night you woke with vines scattered all over your room, having wound their way into your bedroom window from outside.

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My Blood Is Really Not Your Color

A/N- The next part of Long Lost Sister. I recommend reading the rest of the series.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their little sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly.

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Y/N had figured out that she was unconscious and in the hospital. She vaguely remembered being attack by the werewolf during a hunt gone wrong. She was slipping in and out of it, dreaming one minute and being able to hear the activity going on in her room around her the next.

She heard the doctor saying something, but she couldn’t make it out. She felt herself slipping out of it again, back to the dream world. This time she was sitting in a booth at the Midnight Diner. The Midnight Diner had been her and Adam’s favorite place back home in Minnesota, they loved to come here on the few nights Mom had off from the graveyard shift.

It looked the same as it always had. Same terrible gaudy green booth benches, the wall clock forever frozen at two o’clock and the same old crowd of regulars chattering away. It was only a dream, but it felt surreal to be back here, she hadn’t set foot in here since her mom and Adam died.

It would be a lie to say she hadn’t dreamed about it before, but they usually turned out to be nightmares. The diner abandoned and empty, a reminder that the life she once lead was long gone and never coming back. This one seemed to be turning out alright, just like she always remembered, except-

“Y/N.”

Y/N’s head whipped around, she’d recognize that voice anywhere, “Adam.”

There he was. Her twin brother. Standing right behind her, it was only a dream, but Y/N hadn’t seen him this clearly in years.

“Adam!” She threw herself up and into his arms. The siblings stood there hugging each other for minutes, enjoying the feeling of holding each other again. Adam held her at arm’s length and Y/N wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Look at you. Little worse for wear, aren’t we?” Y/N let out a small laugh, simply happy to be here with him, even if he gave her a hard time. The siblings slipped into the booth and Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off her brother. He smiled at her and she couldn’t help, but smile back, the first real one in weeks.

“God I miss you Adam.”

“I miss you too kiddo.” She rolled her eyes at him, he was only two minutes older than her. “You’ve been hunting.”

It was more a statement than a question and Y/N fidgeted under his gaze, “Maybe.”

Adam quirked an eyebrow at her, “Little dangerous don’t you think? Chasing after monsters, good way to get yourself killed.”

“I’m fine, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I’ve been doing this for a while.”

“Perfectly capable huh? Yeah, that explains why you almost died in the back seat of Dad’s damn car.”

“Technically it’s Dean’s now,” Y/N mumbled under her breath. He fixed her with a pointed look, not caring who exactly owned the car now. She was aware that Adam wouldn’t approve of her hunting. Being crazy overprotective was one of the few similarities between him, Sam and Dean.

“Y/N.”

“I know, I know, you don’t approve. Well good thing I don’t answer to you then.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. Things could have gone a lot worse than they did yesterday. If it weren’t for Sam and Dean you’d be dead right now,” Y/N looked down at her hands. Adam sighed. “I’m sorry, I just, nothing turned out the way it should have. I mean, I should be in med school right now, Mom should be alive, and she should still be blissfully unaware of what hides in the dark. God, our lives got so screwed up.”

Y/N snorted, “You’re telling me. I just want to go back to the good old days when it was just us, the two of us against the world. When the biggest thing we worried about was if you were going to burn dinner that night, not what monster was in town. I preferred thinking Dad was a dead beat, rather than knowing the truth.”

Adam flashed her the signature Winchester bitch face, “You were known to burn dinner too.”

“But not as much as you,” she teased. Y/N eased back into her seat, basking in the familiarity of it all.

Adam’s smiled turned serious and he leaned forward on the table, “Just try and be more careful, okay?”

Y/N nodded, “I will. Not going to lie, it scared the hell out of me too. I really thought I was going to die in Sam’s arms in the backseat of that car.”

“Speaking of, what are you planning to do about him and Dean?”

“Well I guess I need to save them for saving my life.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I. Manners, remember?” Adam fixed her a look and she looked down, picking at her nails. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do about them. I don’t trust them and I haven’t forgiven them.”

“You need to.” Y/N’s head snapped up.

“What? I mean… I don’t understand.” How could Adam of all people tell her to forgive them?

“You should give them a chance. Don’t hate them forever on my behalf. I’ve forgiven them and so should you.”

“Adam,” she tried to keep her voice level, she didn’t want to ruin it all by yelling at him. “They left you, in the cage, with Michael and Lucifer.”

“Trust me, I’m very much aware. They didn’t treat me very well, there is no denying it, but I think they feel guilty enough about it without you adding to it. They love you a lot. Plus, it’ll make me feel better to know that you’re not all alone, that somebody is watching my little sister’s back.”

Y/N shock her head, this wasn’t real, “This is my subconscious talking, not you. This isn’t real, this isn’t you. You’re still in the cage.”

“Very true unfortunately, but this is what you know I would say to you if I could.”

Y/N felt herself slowly waking from the dream. Adam and the diner were starting to fade away. It was just a dream, but she wanted to stay here longer, she wasn’t done talking to her brother.

“Forgive them Y/N, if you won’t do it for yourself do it for me. Don’t hate them in my name. Promise me you’ll try.”

“I promise.”

The diner and Adam completely disappeared and darkness came again. She could vaguely hear the beeping of a heart monitor going on around her and a quiet voice speaking, “When you wake up things are going to be different. They’re going to be better. Sam and I, we have a lot to make up for and that’s going to start the second you open those eyes. I’m not going to take this second chance for granted. We have so much to catch up on still. So much I still want to learn about you. Hell, I don’t even know color eyes you have.”

Dean’s voice faded out and silence overtook the room, but only briefly before Sam started to speak, “We love ya sis and we can’t wait to talk about everything and start earning your trust back. We know we messed up and don’t blame you for being mad at us. We’ve messed up in the past. We’ve made some major mistakes and quite often, but we’re not going to let history repeat itself. We won’t make the same mistakes we made with Adam, with you. We love you kid.”

Her brothers sounded so broken and scared, like they really cared. Y/N felt someone holding her hand and she tried to stretch her fingers out, to move her hand and let them know she heard them.

“Y/N?” An excited voice asked. Good, maybe it was working.

“What’s going on?” Y/N heard what sounded like Sam ask.

“Her hand moved,” she must be holding Dean’s hand then.

“Seriously? We should go get a doctor.” Y/N tried to squeeze Dean’s hand again, “Y/N? Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered opened and she blinked up to see her brothers crowded over her, worried looks on their faces, “Y/N?”

She coughed and both brothers reached out, desperate to help her. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and rough, “Sammy, my blood is really not your color.”

Genuine laughter filled the room with the siblings for the first time in weeks.



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A/N: I hope you like this trash. As always it’s rather long and I am picking up the jealousy theme. Shoutout to @occamy-shadow who has inspired me with her Dean Thomas fanfic. I kinda stole the last scene from her. 

Summary: Fred ad George assign you with the task of designing the outside of their Joke Shop and you start spending a lot of time with Dean Thomas; much to George’s disapproval.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader 

Word Count: 3758

Warnings: none. fluff!

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