#we're going to say that part in the credits where he steps on her face happens early on

[tstain-is-an-idiot]

Claude and Lucy.

That's it. That's the post.

[haikyu-mp4]

The Snowball Fight

word count; 818 – f!reader, part 2 of this

"I'm so sorry, Bo. I don't know if I can take another step.” You breathed heavily, leaning your hands on your knees. You two had been jogging for a few kilometres, and your legs were already complaining. Although the sudden nickname flustered Bokuto, he wordlessly trotted over and squatted in front of you. Weirdly enough, no part of him was annoyed at your tiredness. Probably because he enjoyed your company so much, but he wouldn't say that out loud.

"Jump on," he encouraged with a glance over his shoulder. You were the flustered one now, shocked at his offer but nowhere near declining it. Jumping on his back, he grabbed under your thighs when your hands hung around his shoulders. The rest of the way consisted of Bokuto walking with long strides, deciding not to speed up too much with you on his back. Very distractingly, you kept sending shivers down his spine by talking into his ear, asking questions about this or that. He would take the questions way too seriously, giving unexpectedly long answers, but you enjoyed that even more.

Because you were suddenly closer to his height, you noticed that he was wearing the scrunchie you lent him the day before. The detail made your smile broaden, and you hugged him just a little tighter.

Konoha was walking from the store after getting some breakfast and almost dropped his tote bag when he saw Bokuto carrying around a woman on his back. He quickly yelled and waved you over. "Kotaro!"

"Huh?" Bokuto was surprised and almost dropped you to the ground. Fortunately, you caught your footing and stayed upright before following Bokuto to meet Konoha halfway.

"I don't think I've met you before?" Konoha said, glancing at his old teammate with a look Bokuto hadn't seen before. "I'm Konoha," he immediately introduced himself, holding a hand out to you.

"Y/n, nice to meet you," you answered confidently.

"Beautiful name, where did you find her?"

Bokuto laughed nervously at Konoha’s blatant teasing. "Library,"

"Ah! You're the one who told him to draw his notes!" A light went off in his head, remembering that Bokuto told him about you the other day. This woman helped me even after I disturbed her studying. She must be very nice, then. She’s super nice. Cute, too. "The cute one."

You chuckled nervously this time. The cute one? "I only gave him the idea," you said, rejecting any credit.

"I bet he's grateful anyway." Konoha winked at his friend, not hiding the gesture from you at all.

"We should go now," Bokuto announced and pointed somewhere behind him.

"Sure, but I expect that you'll tell me next time you're taking her on a date." Konoha dropped that last bomb before walking away with an amused smirk when his friend started laughing nervously once again.

"He's weird." Bokuto looked down at you, and you smiled at each other with warm cheeks.

"Did you tell him I'm cute?" You decided to take advantage of the situation, loving how the man laughed nervously when he was embarrassed. I'm smitten.

"We should jog from here, so we're not late for class," he stated, trying to avoid the topic and jogging away from you. You stopped without him noticing and picked up a chunk of snow, forming it into a ball. Throwing it at his back with a mischievous smile, you laughed as it hit him square between his shoulders, some of it probably going down the neck of his shirt. He stopped abruptly, and when he turned around the look on his face had changed. This meant war.

Bokuto quickly made a snowball and threw it at your back when you ran away. The snowball fight didn't cease soon, and you both learned how competitive the other one was the hard way. You were running around and getting closer and closer to each other for the more fatal attacks. Cold snow melted on the skin under your clothes, and your chest heaved with both laughter and exhaustion. Bokuto finally ended it by tackling you into the pile of snow beside the road. Your breaths came out as smokey clouds, and you looked at each other with admiration.

"You win, Bo." Your voice was low and tickled his spine with sparks. The words gave him a sudden bolt of confidence.

"Maybe we should go out for real sometime," he suggested. The words shocked you, and a smile split your cheeks as you rested your head on the snow.

"I would love that."

"Cool. I really should go now, though, or I'll miss class." You looked at your watch and took Bokuto’s hand so he could pull you up.

"Go on, I'll text you." Blowing him a kiss, he stumbled but caught himself before turning and jogging away from you. That was smooth, Bokuto, real smooth.

"Bye, y/n!" He yelled over his shoulder.

"Bye, Bo!"

The Schoolyear Series ║ masterlist

[scarletwinterxx]

fight my way - choi seungcheol imagine

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"WHERE IS SHE?!"

All heads turned when Choi Seungcheol walked in, slamming the double doors open strolling in with hurried steps. You noticed the guy beside you jump from his seat while some of the police officers looked alarmed when the doors loudly banged against the wall.

He quickly zeros in on you, running towards where you sat then he crouched beside you immediately taking your hand in his

"JAGI! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see your hand"

"I'm fine" you assured him, he still checks though. Once he's done he stands up and faces the officer Infront of you.

"What seems to be the problem here, officer? Why is my fiancé being held here?"

"Well she-" "SHE ATTACKED ME!" the man seating a few seats from beside you shouts, all heads turn towards his direction

"Yah, do you want to be punched again?" you asked him, you feel Seungcheol's hand on your shoulder as if he's telling to you calm down and he's got it.

"SHE DID! LOOK AT THIS!" the guy points at his swollen left eye, it's not that bad but you bet it'll be worse in a couple of hours. You did get him good.

You were having dinner out with your workmates when one of them got harassed by this dude. When your workmate disappeared from your table, you saw her by the restaurant bar and a man being touchy with her. Noticing the uncomfortable expression on her face, you decided to intervene.

A few hours later, you're here at the police station.

"She got you good" you hear your fiancé mumble under his breath

"I'm going to press charges against you!" he shouts again

"You?! You're going to press charges when you were the one who harassed my friend?! Wah the audacity. What makes you think you can just put your hands on a woman just like that huh? and when I do the same and land my fist on your face you're complaining?? Tell me. Make it make sense" you challenge him.

It seems like the punch wasn't enough to knock some sense into him and you're never one to back down whenever you see something wrong.

Meanwhile the officer in front of you just looks back and forth, letting you rip at the man. Seungcheol bites back the proud smile for now, he lets you teach the man the lesson he needed to hear.

"I- well- Still! You're wrong for attacking me!"

"I attacked you?! You attacked my friend! Getting your grubby hands on her, saying she was asking for it. You deserved that punch and more"

"YAH YOU BIT-"

"I'd watch what you'll say next Sir, I'm being respectful here because we're Infront of my fiancé and we might both end up behind bars so if I were you I'd choose my next words wisely" Seungcheol cuts him off before he finishes his sentence, his expression quickly changing to a scary one. The look that can quiet down the whole place.

You snicker at the guy, seeing the intimidated look on his face before facing front. "My friend is just waiting for her boyfriend to come, she will be pressing charges. Is there anything else you need from me?" you ask

"We have the security footage now, we did see him approach your friend first and started being touchy with her. It happened for a while, the video also showed she did try to get away a few times but he kept on touching her then you came over. That's when all of that happened" the officer points at the guy, pertaining to his swollen eyes

"Is she getting charged for anything?"

"It showed in the video too that he shoved you first before you defended yourself"

"He pushed you?" Seungcheol looks down at you, brows furrowed

"Yeah he did, he still won't let go of my friend so I went up to him. He pushed me when I tried to tell him off, that's when I punched him"

"YOU CAME AT ME!"

"Can I press charges against him?" Seungcheol asks

"CHEOL! It's fine, I'm fine. I'm not the one attacked here, we'll deal with it later" you looked up at him, speaking through your eyes.

Seungcheol might give of alpha vibes but one look from you and he'd heel.

"Is there anything else?" you ask the officer "That's it, we got your testimony. You may go now" you thank the officer before standing up from your seat and lacing your hands with your fiancé's.

You hear the other man's protests but you don't look back, going out the same door Seungcheol walked in a few minutes ago.

Before you go, you talked to your workmate and made sure she's okay. Her boyfriend arrived shortly then you bid goodbye.

The two of you walk out the station hand in hand, Seungcheol helps you get inside the car before jogging over the driver's side. He waits until you're buckled in before driving away.

You didn't like the silence. No music, just the low hum of the engine and your own heartbeat.

"Cheol, are you mad at me?"

"Of course not, baby. Pissed at that man for putting his hands on you? Pushing you? Absolutely. I don't even let mosquitos bite you, and he thinks he can just do that? Some men really aren't shit. Sorry" he mumbles an apology after swearing, always careful and respectful when he's around you.

To Seungcheol, you're the most precious, most important person in his life. He would do anything and everything to make sure you're always safe. He also knows you're a protector, you protect those who are close to you. You always do right, ready to defend. Hence why he swore to be your defender too. Be your number one protector.

You smile upon hearing your fiancé’s words, reaching out to squeeze his thigh. He takes your hand and laces it with his own, feeling the metal band on your finger against his skin.

"You sure you're okay? You aren't hurt anywhere?" his voice suddenly turning more gentle, the Cheol only you get to witness

"I'm good, baby. I promise" you pull your intertwined hands, kissing the back of his hand before resting it on your lap.

"Give me that man's name"

"Why?"

"If he's doing it to random women, then about those in his workplace or other women he knows? I'll take care of it, don't you worry"

You look at him, watching him closely. He feels your stare on him so he squeezes your hand to assure you, "I'm not going to get in any trouble I promise"

"Okay. No punching alright?"

When he don't say anything you say his name

"Fine, I promise no punching, I'll just ask Mingyu to do it for me"

"Gyu wouldn't hurt a fly, he's all height no fight" you chuckle

"Oh by the way, Han has something to give to you. It's at the back"

When you stop at a red light, Seungcheol lets go of your hand to reach behind your seat to get a black plastic bag then gives it to you

"What's this?" you look inside to see it's content

"Tofu? Really?"

"Han said to give it to you" he laughs, taking your hand again before resuming the drive

"You tell your other wife I'll punch him next time I see him"

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY PRIDE!!!

Could you, pretty please, write more of the Draco in the muggle world or Draco and the twins take down Voldemort AU?

Love your writings!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37

George watches anxiously as Harry closes his eyes and Tori leans over him. He really, really hopes this works. They don't exactly have a backup plan if it doesn't.

Things are uncomfortably silent. He'd imagined this soul sucking business to be a lot more dramatic, but they can't see much under the large hood of Tori's pink robe and neither of them are making a sound.

Then she's drifting back and Harry's blinking rapidly.

"Did it work?" Ron asks anxiously, stepping forward to grab Harry's shoulders and shaking him. "Are you okay? How was it?"

"Wet," Harry says, eyes finally focusing. "I don't feel any different. Wait - my scar doesn't hurt anymore. Does that mean it worked?"

They turn to Tori, who gives a thumbs up. The dull gray of her skin has turned a shimmering silver now that she's consumed each piece of Voldemort's soul. All the dementors that had come to Hogwarts had sickly grey-black skin where it wasn't scabbed over. He wonders if that means they sent starving dementors to a school full of children and what idiot thought that was a good idea.

"Is it over then?" Fred asks uncertainly. "Voldemort's dead? For good?"

They all look towards Voldemort's soulless body that's still passed out on the couch.

Hermione raises her gun. Two shots and a smattering of brain matter later, she says, "Yeah."

"You seriously couldn't have waited to do that?" Draco complains. At least the polyjuice as worn off and he's wearing his own face again. "That settee is from the seventeen hundreds. It's going to take more than scourgify to get that out."

"Um," Harry says. "Okay. Well - should we. Tell someone?"

Draco waves a hand. "Yeah, sure, just leave me out of it."

"Leave you out of it?" Ron repeats incredulously. "You killed Voldemort and you don't even want the credit?"

"Technically, Tori did that - much obliged, Tori," he says, and she gives a bobbing head nod in acknowledgement. "And it was more of a team effort. Besides, no, I have a reputation to maintain if you've forgotten. I wanted Voldemort to stop hitting on my mother, now he won't, so this really doesn't have anything to do with me now." He frowns. "Besides getting the settee cleaned before dad notices. He'll go spare."

George thinks he might be more upset about the dead dark lord, but who knows with the Malfoys. Draco didn't turn out like this out of nowhere.

"You've been working to defeat Voldemort," Hermione says slowly, "because he was flirting with your mother?"

"Like that wouldn't be enough for you," he scoffs.

Ew.

Ron scrunches his face, then says, "Fair enough. But that still doesn't change how we're supposed to, um, handle this."

Draco rolls his eyes. "I'm taking Tori back to the island. You guys figure that out."

"I'll come with you," George says eagerly, dodging Fred's hand when he tries to hold him back. He waits until it's just three of them to ask, "Do you really not have a plan for this part?"

Draco grins at him, wide enough that George can see the dimple on his left cheek. "Let's see what they come up with. I can't be the only one doing the heavy lifting around here."

"Okay," he says, wondering if now that Voldemort's dead, Draco will kiss him.

[mackeydoodledoo]

She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 1

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: Being in band wasn't the most popular among the student body... Being in a band was: everyone in that school fawns over students who are in a band. You and your friends are the only band in the entire s. But, none of them know... You live two different lives: Drum Captain by day, Drummer by night. The school's Cheer Captain happened to attend one of your shows...

Chapter Warnings: Anxiety, Swearing

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Chapter Theme: Honest - The Home Team

A/n: I read somewhere that someone (I forgot who, so idea credit goes to them) wanted a Bridget Cheerleader AU, so here it is :)

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*Y/n's POV* You ruffle your hair after stepping out of the band room; about to leave the school after a successful football game, however, bump into the wall after a football player shoulders you.

"Whoops, sorry nerd!" He chuckles, walking off with his jock friends

"You alright?" F/n asks

"Yeah," You sigh, "I hate that they're so successful, yet in real life, they're jerks..."

"They're going to peak in high school when they graduate," They tell you, "Besides, we have a gig tomorrow night."

Ahh...

Your 'second life'. Your most favored part of your life over your actual one.

"We're headlining this one for once," They say, "Big achievement for a small town band."

It was...

Normally, slightly bigger bands would ask you to be an opener for the opener that was touring with them. Your band didn't have the funds to travel. Yet. That was the end goal: To tour with a headlining band. Maybe even headline a tour...

"Y/n, you there?" F/n calls you out

"Hmm?" You look at them blankly

"You were imaging us headlining... Weren't you?" They ask

"No!" You lie

"Save that for when we tour with a headlining band," They say, "Come on, I'm tired, let's get out of this shit hole already..."

You follow them out to the parking lot and see a familiar face... Bridget: the School's Cheer Captain. The both of you are in the same grade. But, you never really noticed her until she joined the Cheer Team. Your friend elbows you.

As you watch the football game: Your team leading by a whole ton of points, you eyes drift down to the track, normally where the cheerleaders were attempting to hype the student section or the families who either watch their football team offspring or the band offspring.

Your eyes drift to the only girl with bright pink hair. By coincidence, she looks up at you too. You look down at your drum head, trying to not look flustered. However, when you look back at her, she's looking away too; a deep rose color upon her cheekbones.

"Let's go Dragons!!!" She, and her cheer girls scream

"Y/n!" Bridget runs up to you

"Oh! Hey, Bridge," You smile, trying to greet her casually

"I'm heading home, I'll see you tomorrow Y/n," Your friend walks ahead

You try to protest and try to keep your friend with you, however, was too far ahead.

"You waiting for a ride?" You ask

"No, you?" She asks

"I live close enough to not need to drive," You say, "Want some company to walk you home?"

"Sure, that'd be great," She smiles

You've met her a handful of times, but never really had any chances such as this one: the both of you have a one-on-one. She was also one of the popular girls. Not the traditional mean girl.

You lead your drumline mates onto the track. As you set up your drum onto its stand, the cheerleaders run over to you guys. You look up and see Bridget smiling ear to ear right in front of you.

"Captain," You tilt your shako, smiling

She runs over to her friends and squeals as they fawn over your other upper classmen drumline mates.

As you check to make sure your drum mates had their drums securely on their stands; you drum a rhythm and the others follow along. The cheerleaders gawking.

"I'm surprised that you girls gawk over the drumline over the football players," You joke

"Please, drumline has more dignity," She rolls her eyes playfully

"Pfft, wouldn't be sure about that," You chuckle under your breath

+*+

You follow Bridget as she walks to your neighborhood; unsure how to make conversation...

"What's going on tomorrow?" She asks

"Oh... Just stuff for band," You say

"What kind of 'stuff'?" She asks

"just band stuff," You say, "No one here really enjoys the band... I can always hear them talk over our halftime shows..."

"I try to be invested," She confesses, "But all of my friends drag me into their conversations. The drum stuff you do with your drumline sounds really cool..."

"Yeah?" You ask, your eyes nearly lighting up, "Well... That drum break was arranged by yours truly."

"Really?!" She asks, her eyes lighting up, "I didn't know you arranged music too!"

"It isn't that hard when you understand the basics of music," You say

"Wish I continued with music," She says, "But, it was too difficult for me..."

"Maybe one day," You say, "I like it when you guys do some stuff with us."

"My favorite is when you bring the drumline down to us and we just hype y'all up as you play. Seeing all the cool tricks is absolutely mind-blowing!"

"Oh.. That," You chuckle, "Yeah, I enjoy those too."

You follow her up a sidewalk, leading to her front door. You remain at the bottom as she ascends the two steps.

"Thanks for walking me home," She slightly smiles

"You're welcome," You reply

"You get home safe too, alright?" She asks

"Yeah, I will," You say

You wait until she closes the door behind her. You plug music into your ears as you walk the way you came.

I didn't know she lived down the street from me....

+*+

You and your guitarist haul in your personal drum set as your friend: the bassist and lead singer set up their own thing.

"Nice of you to help me, f/n," You sigh, setting down the kick drum

"Hey, do you want to tune these babies?" They ask

"As if I'll touch a stringed instrument," You scoff

"Come on, you play basically everything!" They whine

"Drums is more my territory," You say, taking the high-hat from your guitarist

+*+

You sit at the merch table as the openers go on. Your band couldn't afford to hire someone as your merch runner, so there would be two of you working the merch booth. At the end of the gigs, two of you would run to the merch table and the remaining lot would load instruments outside.

You rotated with two of your other friends once the next band began playing. You warm up your hands with some rhythms as you listen to some songs, trying to sound out the opener's rhythms.

You only stop when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"They're on the last song, let's get ready," F/n says

+*+

Two of you rush out to the merch table as soon as the gig ended: in case any patron would want to buy merch.

"You guys were really good!"

"You guys are underrated!"

"How are you guys not famous yet?!"

Many new fans would ask you that question. You only reply with: "Thank you!", or, "We've been working towards being a big band.". Along those lines.

Once the patrons had gone, you begin breaking down your merch table after a successful show.

"Y/n?!" A familiar voice calls your name

Your head shoots up, "Bridget?!"

"I knew you looked familiar!" She says, "I didn't know you were in a band!"

"I..." You try to find some kind of excuse

"Go on, I'll take over," F/n says

You get up and stand in front of her...

"Uhm.... You want to step outside?" You ask

She nods, she gently takes your hand and begins to lead you out of the venue.

"Where's your friends?" You ask

"They headed home right at the end of your set," She says

"And... You didn't go with them?" You ask

"I had to be sure the drummer was you," She says, "Let alone we have two of our school's band members in an actual band."

"Well, I like to keep that on the down low," You say

"What? And not be popular at school?" She asks

"Popular isn't our thing," You say, "Besides, we prefer to get famous from the outside."

"Oh..." She says

"So," you clear your throat, changing the subject, "What brought you here?"

"My friends and I were here for one of the openers," She explains, "It only took us a few

"Guess I gotta drive you home now," You joke

You weren't really joking...

"Would you have room?" She asks

"For you? Always," You half smile

She smiles as she looks down, blushing.

You help your friends load the merch into your friend's SUV and bid each other goodnight.

"I try to keep my front seat clear," You say

"In case you bring girls home?" She jokes

"No," You say, bluntly, "For my food run."

She tosses her hair ver her shoulder, huffing. You could see the joke in her gesture...

"It's my own kind of tradition that I get food after a gig," You say, "Drumming makes me hungry. You saw how I was whamming on my drums."

You pull out from the venue and make your way to the nearest late night fast food place.

"Want anything?" You ask

"Just... A water," She says

"Just a water?" You ask, "Please don't tell me you cheerleaders have a strict diet..."

She's silent...

"Come on, one junky meal won't kill you," You say, "Besides..."

You tuck hair behind her ear to look at her in the eyes...

"I don't like it when people in my car starve themselves," You say, "So, please.. Eat something... The venue only had snack items... Which is why I made this post-gig food a tradition. Never really had a passenger join me on the adventure.. So that makes you a first."

You order yourself and Bridget food. You drive to a secluded spot and begin indulging in your food.

"Don't you cheerleaders have your own tailgates at the football games?" You ask

"We do, but I barely eat," She explains, "I get really anxious and when I get anxious, food doesn't settle well."

"I understand that," You say

"You do?" She asks

"Yeah," You say, "I also get nervous before every performance I have. I try to not eat too much so that when I do feel nervous, I don't get nauseous."

"Guess we're more alike than we think," She sighs

You slowly make your way back to your neighborhood; praying the night won't end... However, her tapping your arm resting on the gear shift takes you out of your thoughts.

"Thanks for taking me home," Bridget says

"Anytime," You say

"I know this'll sound stupid but ummm... Could I get a picture with you?" She asks

"Sure," You chuckle

She squeals as she situates herself to face her phone camera properly. You lean over the center console and nearly stiffen as she puts her hand on your cheek. As soon as she snaps the photo the both of you look back at the photo: your head lingering on her shoulder.

"You want a setlist too?" You ask

"Yes!" She squeals

You reach into your pocket and hand her a folded piece of paper. She immediately unravels it and she squeals again. She Nearly leaps over the center console and wraps her arms around your neck.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She smiles

"Always," You chuckle

She steps out of your car, and leans down to meet your eyes.

"See you Monday," She waves you off

Again, you wait for her to enter her house, and fully close the door before you drive down the street to your house.

Chapter 2

[sukisheadlights]

MAKE ME STAY!

landonorris x famous!oc

summary: where she sends the Internet into a slow spiral after releasing a song out of the blue (except it’s not out of the blue, it’s papaya)

part 1: make me stay, series masterlist

faceclaim: dua lipa 🫶

rory’s voice mail 🎧: PART 1! hope you guys like this, it’s obviously going to be a slow burn but I’m really excited to write it for y’all <3 ALSO the first two chapters are gonna be a little slow to set up the story and a strong base for it 😚 LOVE YOU SAY IT BACK

@TMZ • 2 hours ago

Exclusive: F1 phenom Lando Norris spotted leaving Las Vegas after-party with a mysterious redhead!

Rumors are swirling that F1 racing superstar Lando Norris may have found a new love interest in Las Vegas!

The 22-year-old McLaren driver was spotted leaving the after-party of the FIA Formula 1 Las Vegas Grand Prix with a gorgeous gal on his arm.

Our source spotted Lando and the mystery woman leaving together and said the pair appeared to be "flirty", as Lando "wrapped his arm around her" and they "walked off into the night."

@THEHOLLYWOODFIX • 2 hours ago

It looks like F1 driver Lando Norris is getting back into his dating game!

After breaking up with his long-term girlfriend last year, our favorite driver was seen leaving the Formula 1 Las Vegas after party with a mysterious red-haired woman dressed in a form-fitting black leather dress.

We're not sure if this is just a one night stand, or if Lando has his sights set on someone new. Either way, we wouldn't blame him - the Formula 1 Las Vegas parties are known for being a hot spot for celebrities and models alike!

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lizcolton miss me?

paisleysterling no girl gtfo of my house 🙄

lizcolton stfu you love me

paisleysterling god I hate you

lizownsme UH YES?!!?! THE RED HAIRR???? ITS GIVING NEW ERA 🫣

user654 the world is NOT READY for whatever lizzy is cooking rn

user849 literally buy me

taylorswift stunning as always!! ❤️

tittieswhere BOTH MY MOTHERS ARE HERE OMFGGG TAYLOR GET HER TO OPEN FOR YOU

lewishamilton pic creds to me, btw.

lizcolton he took the pictures, or whatever 🙄

user4 EXCUSE ME WTAF ARE YOU DOING HERE

user9 @user4 it’s giving “excuse me what the actual fuck are you doing in my house—”

isoldmysoultof1 WHAT WHAT WHAAAT

isoldmysoultof1 @f1wags NEW F1 WAG POSSIBLY?!!?!!

@TMZ • 45 mins ago

Pop Sensation Liz Colton is Back!

Liz, who's long been hailed as a retro-pop phenomenon and one of the biggest social media stars, has just announced her return to the spotlight after a two-year break! Liz had been absent from public life following her rough breakup with actor Jacob Elordi.

Now, the queen of pop has set the Internet ablaze with a photo of herself sporting a sleek new red do and rocking an all-leather look, accompanied by the caption 'miss me?' Fans are abuzz!

In addition, Colton has been recently spotted interacting comfortably with Formula One superstar Lewis Hamilton in her social media comment sections! Hamilton, who is a known celebrity himself, has even asked Colton to give more picture credits, making fans hope that she's ready to expand her network and step into the world of Formula 1.

Could this mean the start of a whole new era for Liz?

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lizcolton the face of a person keeping secrets 🤐

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@TMZ • 1 min ago

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Exit Wounds: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: You're taken to Alaska where someone is killing people who are trying to leave the small town of Franklin. Penelope gets caught in the crossfire but comes out stronger.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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"Nature, in her most dazzling aspects or stupendous parts, is but the background and theater of the tragedy of man." - John Morley

"So, was Spencer sad when you told him he wasn't invited?" JJ asks.

"He was practically in tears," you joke. "He does love a good girls night but I told him this one was strictly for the girls. He wasn't that upset when I promised I'd make it up to him later." JJ, Emily, and Penelope holler and whistle at the innuendo you're giving them. "So, how are you and Will doing?"

"We're doing really well. Henry is past the monster phase of wrecking everything he touches. We don't even have to baby-proof the house anymore."

You, Emily, and Penelope all share a look.

"So, when is the wedding?"

JJ blushes a dark red and stutters over her words.

"He hasn't asked yet."

"Thank you for reminding me to knock some sense into that boy."

"When is yours and Spencer's wedding?"

"Can I be the Maid of Honor?" Penelope gasps.

Your cheeks heat up at the thought of being married to Spencer. You two have been dating for almost four years. You love being where you are right now but you're curious where this relationship is going to go. You'd love to be married to Spencer and start a family with him but only if he wants that. He hasn't indicated that he's ready to take that step and the last thing you're going to do is make him uncomfortable by bringing it up.

"There's no Maid of Honor because there isn't a wedding. Like JJ said, he hasn't asked yet."

"Would you say yes?" Emily asks.

"Yes," you smile.

Penelope gasps when she sees a baby store and looks at you with begging eyes.

"Can we go in here? I want to see if they have things for Henry."

"Here." You reach into your wallet and produce your debit card. "Take this and go get something for him from me. We will go get some coffee." Penelope opens her mouth to respond but you wave her off. "We know your order."

"Okay," she grins.

"You know, you might as well have made her godmother," you say to JJ.

She slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in close.

"I stand by my choice." You three walk to the nearest and get four coffees before heading back to the baby store. It's been thirty minutes since you've seen Penelope, and you worry she bought the whole store. "Enough about our men. What about yours?"

"Mine?" Emily's eyebrows raise. "There is no mine?"

"Come on, I saw the way you were looking at Tall, Handsome, and British," you smirk. Emily shakes her head, sporting the same blush as JJ. "Are you gonna call him?"

"Maybe."

"Emily," JJ groans.

"Mick is an arrogant, oversexed, egotistical--"

"Hot British man with a sexy accent, badge, and a gun," JJ finishes for her. "Just your type. Would you agree, Y/N?"

"Oh, yes. The sexual tension was through the roof, and I hear he likes to be on roofs," you smirk.

"It wouldn't go anywhere," Emily groans but smiles.

"You don't know that."

"I know our work schedules."

"Will and I make it work."

"Spencer and I make it work."

"You and Reid work together."

"Still," you shrug. You turn the corner and see Penelope jog up to you with at least fifteen bags in her hands. "What did I unleash? Penelope, what the hell? When I gave you my card, I didn't mean to buy the whole damn store."

"I know. I know. I know. Don't say it. When you see what's in here..." She sees the look on your face. "It's not my fault. They were calling to me, I swear, and they were all on sale. I'll pay you back, I promise. "When you think about it, that means that I am helping the economy which is more than I can say for you guys, 'cause no one else has bags."

"Don't worry about it if it's for Henry," you chuckle.

"Please tell me all of those aren't for my son."

"They're not."

"Good."

Penelope holds up a tiny bag.

"This one is for Kevin." Emily laughs. "What? Henry is finally old enough to be fun when opening presents. I'm not taking them back. Give me my coffee and no one's gonna get hurt."

"Oh, half-caf extra shot venti, two-pump nonfat, hold the whip caramel macchiato."

"Mm-hmm." Penelope grabs it and takes a sip. "Next stop, Xanadu."

JJ's phone rings and she pulls it out of her purse.

"Uh, Xana-don't. Time to go to the BAU, ladies."

"Of course," you nod. "Since when do we ever get a break?" you four head back to the BAU and meet everyone inside the briefing room. While everyone waits for Rossi, JJ gets familiar with the case. It showed up on her desk earlier this week but she passed it by since you were on another case. Rossi is the last one in and you whistle when you see him in his tuxedo with an open bow around his neck. "Whoa!"

"Sorry to ruin your night," Hotch says.

"What, are you working on wife number four?" Derek asks with a smile.

"I see you people way too much."

"Let's get started."

"Alright. The Anchorage field office is asking us to investigate a series of murders in Franklin, Alaska. There are three people dead in less than a week."

"For a town with a population of one thousand, four hundred, and seventy-six, that's fairly significant," Spencer says.

"It's their first murder investigation on record."

"Who are the victims?"

JJ puts their picture on the screen.

"Jon Baker, who is a hunter. Dedaimia Swanson, a schoolteacher. Brenda Bright, the first mate on a fishing boat. There's a new victim every two days."

"Any connection?"

"Unfortunately, in a town this small, everyone's connected."

"These are all different kill methods," Derek says as he reads. "It says the first two victims were both shot with a rifle, but Brenda was stabbed twice with an arrow? Are we sure it's the same guy?"

"In a town this small, it's unlikely two killers would be operating at the same time," you say.

"All three victims were found in heavily trafficked areas. The unsub wants them found sooner rather than later. Jon's body was left exposed to the elements, but the two women were buried under mounds of trash. Why?"

"It could be a sign of remorse. He covers their bodies so he doesn't have to face the reality of what he's done, or he thinks that the women are trash and he's just placed them where he thinks they belong."

"Well, we can't be sure of anything yet. Franklin is an isolated fishing community that's been hit really hard by the current economy. Add to that a series of unsolved murders and everyone's on edge," JJ sighs.

"The local sheriff's out of his depth. Alaska hasn't handled a serial investigation since Robert Hansen in the eighties. We'll fly out tonight. Everybody can sleep on the plane. Garcia, I need you with us. I've tasked a satellite uplink and it's your job to keep us connected."

"Yes, sir."

"This town's already on the brink, and if this pattern continues, we've only got another day until the next murder. Let's finish this fast."

Everyone meets on the plane in thirty minutes and everyone immediately finds slumber. It's only until the next morning while you're still in the air do you continue the discussion from last night.

"This guy's all over the map. He crosses sex and race boundaries. He changed his killing method. It says to me he's disorganized," Emily says with a yawn.

"Yet there weren't any prints at any of the crime scenes, and he isolated his victims. Wearing gloves and making sure there aren't any witnesses is a no-brainer. What concerns me is the evolution of the kills," Derek says,

"Evolution?"

"He started with easy prey. Jon was in his mid-sixties. It's relatively low-risk for a first-timer. Dedaimia was in her early fifties. She wouldn't be that difficult to overpower."

"He didn't have to overpower either one of them. Both victims were shot," Spencer says.

"Exactly. He killed them both from a safe distance. However, Brenda was younger and more athletic. She would have been able to put up much more of a fight so why not shoot her, too?"

"That supports the disorganized theory."

"Maybe he didn't get what he wanted from his first two victims. Brenda was an attractive woman. He used an arrow but he didn't shoot her with it. He stabbed her. I think we all know what that means," Rossi clears his throat.

"When we land in Anchorage, there'll be a float plane to take us to Franklin. When we get there, Morgan, Y/N, and Prentiss work the crime scene. We need to know exactly how he ambushed his victims. Reid and Rossi, the bodies. Find out what you can there. JJ and I will work on victimology. Garcia, town records. Find us something we can use."

"Of course, sir. I should let everybody know that reception in the area is unreliable at best. I'm giving everybody satellite phones for communication, and I've already preprogrammed all your digits into speed dial."

The seaplane is waiting for you when you touch down in Anchorage. The air is brisk, the weather is freezing, and you're surrounded by ice-cold waters. It's a good thing you packed a bunch of warm clothes because you know you won't be getting any warmth from the sun here. The deputy of the town is waiting for you on the dock when you arrive.

"Welcome to Franklin. I'm Deputy Flack," she smiles.

"Are these the docks that Brenda was working the night she was killed?" Derek asks.

"Yeah."

"We'll get started here," Derek says to you and Emily.

"Agent Hotchner?" An older man comes down and shakes hands with Hotch. "Sheriff Rhodes. Very nice to meet you. I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you all could come. The people here are really starting to act up. I'm afraid our little town's a bit of a powder keg."

"Where would you like us to set up?" JJ asks.

"There's not much room at the station since it's also the post office, but I have made arrangements for you to work out of Carol's tavern which is in town. I'll take you there."

"Thank you."

Everyone but you, Derek, and Emily leave the docks to get set up in the tavern. The place is small and compact. This is the type of town where everyone knows everyone's business.

"It's pretty isolated out here. How do you get basic supplies?" Derek asks Deputy Flack.

"Float planes bring grocery and hardware deliveries on a weekly basis, and fishermen and hunters provide the town's meat supply."

Someone approaches you from the side with fishing gear and bags in his hands.

"Hey. I'm Craig Ramey. You all the FBI?"

"What gave us away?" you ask playfully. "You're sure packing an awful lot of stuff for a fishing trip."

"I'm not going fishing. I'm getting the hell out of dodge before it's me or my wife put in the ground."

"Did you know Brenda well?"

"Everyone did. She was sweet. She'd pull a haul just as good as any guy on these docks. As soon as I get my house boarded up, I'm heading out. I suggest you do the same, Susan," he says to the deputy.

"I can't say that I blame him," she sighs after Craig walks away. "With what's been going on, I'm surprised more people aren't trying to leave." She escorts you further down the docks and gestures to someone new. "This is Keith Graves. He was with Brenda the night she died."

You turn away from the group and allow last night's events to encompass you. The sun turns off so it's completely dark, letting you know that you've been transported to last night. Keith and Brenda were working the docks and being the only two people out there, it's easy to picture what they were doing. Both of them were working on the boat but Keith left early. Brenda finished up what she was doing and started walking the length of the dock. She looked behind her as her panic levels slowly rose. She must have heard something because she kept looking behind her. She quickened her pace until she was in a full-on sprint to get away from whatever scared her. Instead of following her, you look at the end of the pier and see the unsub step onto the dock from one of the boats. You're not surprised you don't get much but you know he's young, no more than twenty-nine if you had to guess.

"Mr. Graves, did you notice anything out of the ordinary the night of the murder?"

You look behind you and suddenly the sun is back, Derek and Emily are standing next to you, and Keith is on his boat.

"No. I offered to wait for her but she insisted I head up to town without her."

"What were you two doing that night?"

"We finished for the day. I left. She stuck around to clean the fish that she wanted to take home."

"Does she usually walk home alone?" you ask.

"Yeah. Brenda said that walking was good for the soul."

"How far is it into town?"

"Half a mile."

"The unsub could have waited for her anywhere," Emily says to you and Derek before looking at Keith. "We appreciate your time."

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Jokes on You

Sub Sebastian x Dom male Reader

🔞CAUTION SEX (ig)🔞

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"Ok, tonight was a little crazy so go and get some rest. Ok Natty?"

"Yeah I still can believe we escaped on hippogriffs!" Natty whispered back. Her hands still shaking slightly. I embrace her for a quick hug before we part. Being quiet I move quickly down to the Slytherin rooms. Once I safely make it to the dungeons a sigh of relief washes over me. My head aches slightly from the stress of fleeing Harlow and his cronies. Slipping through the door into the common room I gasp slightly.

"So... you want to tell what you've been doing?" Sebastian questions, glancing at me from his book.

"Well you see I... uhhh... Natty needed help with somethingandIcouldntjustsaynoso-" My voice speeding up as I talk, eyes flicking around the room.

"You're lying. Tell me the truth." He demands, with a stern voice. I finally make eye contact with him and give him a sigh.

"I- fine... Natty and I were out... investigating someone and we got attacked BUT! before you freak out, we're fine nothing bad happened!" I explain, guilt lingering on my words. For lying to Sebastian and for betraying Natty even after I swore not to tell anyone about our... excursions.

"And you didn't think to just," pausing himself with a sigh, "I don't know tell me before you endanger yourself and making me think you were with someone else." rubbing his temples stress clear on his face.

"... what? you thought I was cheating on you? Sebastian I would nev-"

"yeah well when i barely see my own boyfriend for three whole days and when I do see him he's with some girl! I don't know what to think ok!" he almost yells, cutting me off. Remembering that it's past curfew and neither of us are meant to still be up quiets Sebastian. I take a cautious step to him, unknowing of his reaction. I rest my hand on his cheek, I pull his face to face my own. Our eyes connect, frustration weeping from him.

"I would Never. cheat on you Sebastian. I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. I didn't think it would hurt you so. I'll tell you next time," I speak low and soft, his attention on my eyes. Kissing him sweetly, closing my eyes resting our foreheads against each other when we part.

"Next time? How much trouble do you need in one year to be satisfied?" Sebastian moves his hand to mine, our hands resting together on his cheek. Grabbing my hand, intwining our fingers. He says, "come on." before trying to drag me into the corner of the common room.

"Where- what are we doing now?" i ask confusedly.

"I'm a teen boy who hasn't seen his boyfriend for three days. Take a guess." Blushing at the realization. Sebastian pushes me against the wall next to the lake, our lips clashing. Sweet turns to heavy, our tongues fighting. Biting his lip takes him off guard, I flip us pushing him to the stone wall. The chill of the stone coursing through him, a shiver runs down his body. Leaning down I continue making out with my boyfriend, pressing my leg against his groin. A groan from Sebastian letting my tongue gain dominance. His hips stuttering into my leg. "Please... I need you," he says, the slight whine of his voice going straight to my growing member. Grasping his thighs I lift him up, pressing him against the wall. Sliding his sleep pants down, just enough I spit onto my fingers. Stretching him and teasing him at the same time. I kiss his neck, his face blushing from his sensitivity. Soft groans leaking from his lips like a faucet. "I need you- now please..." his words drawing out slowly. Shuttering from his words, I complied. Hastily removing my belt and unbuttoning my pants before spitting in my hand once more rubbing it up and down my length, till I deemed good enough. Lowering him softly onto my hard cock. He jolts with a moan. Precum leaking from his cock. I start thrusting, I groan softly into Sebastians ear. His face now beat red, I bite into his shoulder. Once I do that he clenches hard and moans rather loudly. Still holding Sebastian I move from the wall to a nearby couch. Sebastian, now the one who has to lean down, resumes our making out from earlier. I grab his throat gently, squeezing intermittently. Sebastians eyes fluttering softly his cock hitting against his stomach with every thrust up. His red tip throbbing with anticipation. I hit his prostate, "I- need to- ahh please- can i," his voice pleading me. I start reaching my limit.

"Come for me Sebastian," I whispered into his ear. I bite down once more, Sebastians cum hitting our chests. His groaning tip me over the edge I cum into Sebastian. Both of us breathing heavy, we wait for a moment before separating. Cum falling from Sebastian when he lifts off my member.

"I've missed you."

"Jokes on you. Now you can't get rid of me," a chuckle escaping from Sebastian.

"Good."

[intoanotherworld23]

Princes Choice II

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: None maybe just some minor tension

Summary: Everyone knows about the royal family the Evanses, especially their promiscuous son, Chris. Then one night they invite all the women, and their parents to a ball to make a major announcement that will change your life forever

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal it or take credit for it without my permission or else I will have you reported✨

Part 1

"Is there a guest room where I can stay?" Politely asking the queen as you stood in Chris's massive bedroom. "I just don't feel comfortable staying here just yet."

"Oh is something the matter?" She genuinely looked concerned that something happened between you and her son.

"No nothings wrong." Waving your hands back and forth relief flushed across her face. "It's just I would feel much better with my own room at least until I start getting to know him better."

"Of course we've prepared one for you just in case." She smiled warmly at you as she led you further down the hall. "If you'll follow me."

There were no way in hell that you were going to be staying in the same bed as him. He'd probably jump you first thing, and then say he was bored or make up some lame reason to break it off. Not doubting his natural talent for lying just to get what he wants.

Although his mother looked a tad disappointed when you made the comment you did. Almost like she expected you to just accept everything, and enjoy jumping in his bed. She was also probably just thrilled that he picked someone to marry anyway.

"Your here as a guest you know." She spoke as you looked over at her. "You can leave anytime you want."

"I guess I'm just still having a hard time believing that he picked me to be his wife." Her eyes remained straight ahead.

"I honestly didn't believe he would pick someone either." She admitted with a chuckle. "He was so against this at first, and when he knew we were serious he accepted things."

"Has he ever wanted to marry?" Timidly asking her as she looked over at you this time.

"Never. He's been against marriage ever since he was a young boy." Her words didn't comfort you, but the smile she gave you suggested he's changed.

"I hope this is more to your liking." Stepping into another large room this one feeling more warm and comforting.

"This is perfect." You smiled turning to face the queen. "Thank you so much."

"Chris is in his study right now, but he should be down by dinner time." She informed you even though you didn't ask.

"What time is dinner?"

"Dinner will be served by eight." Talking about food had your stomach grumbling.

"Should I wear anything specific?" Looking down at your jeans and shirt feeling like a slob compared to her.

"A dress would be appropriate." Nodding your head noticing your discomfort right away. "But you wear whatever feels comfortable to you."

"Thank you your majesty." Bowing your head down.

"Please call me Lisa."

"Thank you.. Lisa." You we're just glad she was sweet and kind, and not rude and cruel like some people said she was.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" She asked hands clasped in front of her.

"Oh no thank you I'm good." Bowing her head down to you.

"If you need anything at all please don't hesitate to let me know." Nodding back at her as she curtsied turning back around to walk back down the hall.

Plopping down on the bed the thick comforter cushioning your bottom as you looked around. Leaning back on the palms of your hands shaking your head back and forth not believing you were actually here. Wondering if maybe you were just dreaming this, and you couldn't find it in yourself to wake up.

Your mother bawled the whole time as you packed. Rolling your eyes as she told story after story of when you were little. She was more happy about this marriage then you were. Your father really didn't show too much expression, but he didn't dare to object to this marriage. Your mother would kill him.

Standing up you went over to your small bags of personal items figuring this was a good a time as any to start unpacking. This was going to be your new life now, and you might as well start accepting it. Plus you might be able to divorce him and then be done with him.

"Miss Y/L/N." A deep voice rang on the other side of the door catching your attention.

"Come in." Clearing your throat as you stood up a young man opening the door a tray in his hand.

"Sorry ma'am I was asked to bring some food to your room." His tone soft and gentle he was a good looking man.

"Oh okay thanks." Placing the tray on the table as you awkwardly stood there.

"You must be the lucky bride to be." He spoke as he stood by the door hands behind his back.

"Yep I'm the golden ticket winner." Jokingly answering which he thankfully found amusing.

"Not what you wanted huh?" His question caught you a little off guard not expecting someone like him to be talking to you like this.

"Well I'm not exactly fond of what you'd call an arranged marriage." Raising your fingers in an air quote motion.

"Yeah I wouldn't be happy if I had to marry him either." Raising your brows at him to explain further. "He's what you'd call a spoiled little boy who likes to play with his favorite toys."

"Doesn't surprise me." You scoffed realizing that night he talked to you was all a front. "I should have known he was that kind."

"That's usually how he does it. Sweet talks them, gets them into bed, and then once he's done with them he tosses them into the dirt."

"How do you know so much?" You asked him placing your hands on your hips.

"I've seen it way too many times." His tone sympathetic towards you with this information. “So many beautiful women hurt.”

"Great." Grumbling under your breath as he laughed.

"You'll be fine.  The service here is great, and the food and wine is even better." He joked teasingly cracking a smile on your lips.

"Well keep the bottles of wine coming." Pointing a finger at him with a serious but playful look on your face.

"Will do ma'am." Nodding his hand at your request.

"Please call me Y/N." Waving your hand at him. "What's your name?"

"It's Sebastian Stan."

"Well its nice to meet you Sebastian." Smiling widely at him as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Staring at him for quick minute you took in such boyish qualities about this man. His eyes were soft and his skin looked smooth and warm. There was something about this man that had you feeling a sense of comfort. He seemed like he genuinely had a good heart, and wondered why you couldn't marry someone like him.

"How are you liking the castle?" He curiously asked just wanting to make small talk.

"It's a little overwhelming I gotta admit." You chuckled nervously. "I think I'm gonna need a map or something."

"The longer you stay the more familiar you'll become with the place." His words were an attempt to make you feel better. "Soon you'll know this place like the back of your hand."

"I don't know I have trouble with the backs of my hands sometimes." Cracking a lame joke but it earned you a soft chuckle.

"I should get back to my duties." Turning around to face the door. "Please let me know if you need anything."

Shutting the door behind him as you walked over to the silver tray covered in different little sandwiches and fruits. Thank god his mother caught on to how hungry you were otherwise you would have fainted before dinner.

Smacking your lips together as you devoured the sandwiches moaning at how good everything tasted. This was the best sandwich that you've ever tasted, and couldn't wait for dinner now. Wondering what kinds of delicious meals they would have prepared for you tonight.

Speaking of tonight you needed to figure out what you were going to wear. She told you to dress comfortably but you wanted to look like you belonged. Even if it wasn't exactly the ideal situation you were still living in a castle with the royal family.

Walking over to the book case with many shelves filled with books. Reading the different titles until something stood out to you. Landing on something interesting as you got into bed figuring make time go faster by reading until it was dinner time.

Looking at the clock you figured you might as well start looking for something to wear. Removing your shirt and bra tossing them in air, but not hearing them hit the ground. Shrugging it off as you walked over to the closet to find a dress. Hands on your hips as your eyes raked across the different clothes they already had packed.

"Now you just need to take your pants off." A deep voice startling you with a jump.

"What the fuck?" You screamed at the smirking man your arms covering your breasts.

"Don't stop dressing on my account." He actually dared to step closer to you making you back up into the dresser. "Not the first time I've seen a naked woman before."

"How long have you been standing there?" You asked him curiously.

"Not long enough apparently." His eyes trailing your figure then landing back on yours.

"Spy on a lot women do ya?" Your remark and tone condescending.

"I've never had the need to spy on women." He responded back truthfully. "I usually get what I want."

"God you're a pig." Scoffing at the man disliking the way he talked about women.

"You still need to take your pants off sweetheart." Looking down at your legs picturing what you looked like underneath.

"Get out." Nodding your head back towards the door but he just simply smiled back at you. "Now."

"That's no way to speak to your fiancé." Tsking like a parent scorning their child.

"Technically you've never asked me so." Feeling proud that you were right on this matter.

"Okay." Watching as he got down on one knee and you immediately started to panic.

"Well don't ask me now." Barking at him as he smiled at your reaction.

"Whatever you say sweetheart." Chuckling as he stood up with groan. "But you will become my wife."

"Yeah when hell freezes over." Grumbling under your breath but he heard it anyway.

"I can have that arranged for you if you'd like." He always had something to say back.

"Not surprised you're probably butt buddies with the devil himself." Sneering at him watching his smile slowly fading.

Not saying a word Chris stomped towards you until his chest was practically pressed up against you. Staring at you his nostrils flaring every time he inhaled. Your body was frozen to the ground unable to move. You could actually feel the heat radiating from his body.

Staring deep into his eyes as they slowly started to turn dark. He was trapping you like some helpless little animal. As much as you wanted to run away from him you couldn't find it in yourself to do that. As much as you wanted to smack him from trying to watch you change you couldn't.

His head leaning forward so his lips were barely touching the skin of your shoulder. Chris inhaling deeply to get a whiff of your scent moaning quietly his approval. You on the other hand were breathing heavily your chest heaving up and down. Your stomach was doing somersaults, and you were failing at trying to remain calm.

"If I were you I would stay on my good side." He whispered into your ear his breath hitting your skin making goosebumps appear.

"I didn't realize you had a good side." Blurting out before you could stop yourself his mouth barely touching you as he smirked loving how you didn't take his crap.

"That mouth is going to get you in trouble." Feeling his lips drag across the side of your neck to your shoulder leaving a tingling feeling on your skin.

You don't know what it was or what was happening, but you found yourself for a brief moment not wanting him to move. He smelled so good you wanted to just wrap your arms around him and hold on until your arms gave up. It was like he had you under some kind of spell and you couldn't snap out of it.

There was so much tension between you two you could cut it with a knife. Chris just wanting nothing more than to press his lips against yours. You needed to break free from this trance before something happened between you two.

"Can you please leave so I can finished getting changed?" Your voice cracked and you knew Chris could hear it, but you just hoped he wouldn't say anything.

"Well since you've asked nicely." Pushing himself away from you with restraint.

Turning around to walk back towards the door stopping with his hand on the ledge. His head facing you as he looked at you with almost a look of concern of worry. Scrunching your face as you choked back whether he should say something or not.

“I never told you this but you are absolutely positively gorgeous.” You almost rolled your eyes at his sweet and tender words.

“You probably have that line memorized saying it so many times.” Scoffing as you crossed your arms across your chest.

“True but I’ve never meant it before.” He smiled genuinely making it hard for you to not smile back. “There’s just something about you.”

His eyes didn’t wonder up and down your body like you expected him to. Instead they remained glued to yours. The corner of your lip twitching as you fought to smile at him or say anything back. You felt bad not responding, but you wanted him to know that you weren’t going to fall so easily for his games.

"If you meet Sebastian Stan please stay away." Moving your head back confused to what the meaning of his words meant.

"And why should I?" You bit back.

"Just please stay away from him he's not who you think he is." Was his last warning before he shut the door behind him. The hell did he mean by that.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Just My Imagination: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: In the spirit of Noah's birthday coming up, you decide to take him on a hunt when Sam's old imaginary friend comes back asking for his help.

Season Eleven Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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"Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!"

Joanna's small hands push your shoulders, and you barely open your eyes to look at her.

"Jo? What is it, baby? Are you hurt?" you mutter.

"No, but Noah is gonna get sick from eating all that candy."

"What?"

"Come on!"

You look at Dean who is lying on his stomach. His mouth is open enough to let some drool out and onto the pillow. You nudge his side and he snaps his mouth shut before turning over in bed.

"You got it," he grumbles.

You roll your eyes and get out of bed to tend to your children. Joanna drags you all the way to the kitchen where Noah is divulging a bunch of sweets. There is a cake with Skittles, jars of candy, Cheetos, popcorn, pretzels, nacho chips with marshmallow fluff and M&Ms, and other different types of sweets on the table. Noah and Maryann are sitting on the bench stuffing his face with all that sugar.

"What are you guys doing?" you ask, suddenly awake.

"Is this a pre-birthday breakfast?"

Halloween was two weeks ago and Noah's thirteenth birthday is coming up next weekend.

"No, I don't know how this got here. Why are you up at six in the morning on Saturday?"

Noah shrugs and eats some more candy. Mary reaches for something to eat, and you scoop her into your arms so she doesn't have any sugar. She's only three. She doesn't need all of this sugar. Noah doesn't either, but it's not like you'll have any luck stopping him now.

"Can I have some friends over for a party for my birthday?"

"Sure, your dad can grill."

"Awesome!" he grins.

Sam trudges into the kitchen with messy hair and tired eyes. He pauses when he sees the sweets on the table and turns to you in confusion.

"Did you put that there?"

"No, did you?"

"No." Sam turns to grab some coffee when he is startled back by something jumping out at him. You, Jo, Mary, and Noah all stare at Sam, wondering what could have scared him like that. He punches their air and grabs something that's right in front of him.

"Who are you?!" he yells.

"Noah, Jo, come here."

Both of them listen to you since they're nervous at Sam's outcry. You pull them into you and step back to put some distance between Sam and the invisible man.

"It's me, Sam! It's Sully!"

"What?"

"You remember me, right? I made all your favorite snacks. We're friends. Like best friends. You remember?"

"Sully?" Sam does a double-take when he sees the look on your face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Who are you talking to, Uncle Sammy?" Jo asks.

"What? You can't see him?"

"See who?" you ask.

Dean walks in wearing one of the robes belonging to the dead Men of Letters, and he tightens the strap in annoyance.

"I can hear you all from my room. What is going on?" He looks at Sam. "What are you doing? Are you having a stroke? Do you smell toast?"

"They can't see me unless I want them to," Sully says.

"What is all of this shit?" Dean asks about the sweets. "When did you start eating this stuff? Is that marshmallows on nachos?"

"This wasn't me."

"It was me." You, the kids, and Dean all jump back in shock at the man standing right next to Sam. He is wearing blue pants, a striped orange shirt, and rainbow suspenders. "And those are delicious."

"Wait a second. Can you see him?" Sam asks.

"Uh-huh."

"Dean this is... I think this is Sully, my friend from when I was a kid."

"You mean Mork from Ork here is your dumbass imaginary friend Sully?"

"Um, I'm not dumb or ass," Sully sneers.

"I'm gonna get my gun."

"No, please!" Dean stops and looks at Sully. "Someone killed my friend."

"You mean your imaginary imaginary friend?"

"First off, 'imaginary friend' is more of a descriptive term. How you just said it? That was a little... offensive, just to be honest. Secondly, we're Zanna. Me and... Me and the victim, we're Zanna. We help kids. We're the good guys." Sully looks at Sam. "Sam, tell him."

"Yeah, okay. You know what, I'm still trying to wrap my head around this whole you being real thing."

"Yeah, of course," Sully nods in understanding. "That's okay. This is all really unexpected."

"That's one word for it," Dean quips.

"I need your help. You're hunters. That's what you do, right? I mean, you help people too."

"Yeah, people. You're not that."

"Dean, come on," Sam sighs.

"Come on?? Are you kiddi... Look... This... Mother... You and me, library, right now. Come on!" You, the kids, and Sam leave the kitchen with Dean following close behind, and he turns to Sully who tries to come. "AH!"

"Yeah, no, I'll just stay here. Coolio," Sully nods.

"Okay, you guys woke up two hours too early. Why don't you go back to bed," you say to the kids.

"I can't now. I'm too wired. Can I go play outside?"

"Sure."

Noah runs off toward the backyard, and Joanna yawns.

"Go back to bed, girls."

"Come on, Mary."

Joanna takes Mary's hand and both of them go back to their rooms to get a few more hours of sleep. Zeus and Colonel look up from their big dog beds and follow the girls to make sure they get to bed safely.

"You're not actually buying this shit, are you?" Dean asks once the girls are gone.

"Dean, when I was nine years old, you know what I wanted more than anything? Marshmallow nachos."

"Yeah, you were a weird-ass kid."

"The only person I ever told that to was Sully."

"I don't know, man. I... Hey, you know, maybe this is just one of your visions."

"Except we all saw it, and it doesn't involve the Cage, Lucifer, or me having to talk to Lucifer in the Cage." Sam browses the bookshelves until he finds the book he wants. "Check this out." He opens the book and lays it on the table for you and Dean to look at. "In Romanian lore, Zanna are creatures who guide and protect lost children. Zanna intentionally appears as figments of a child's imagination, allowing the child to move on with confidence once guidance is no longer necessary. Maybe Sully's telling the truth."

"Say Bozo is legit. Right? Which, you know, hello crazy town, but okay. How is this our problem?"

"Because someone is dead."

"No, something is dead. The fairy godmother getting capped? That ain't our beat."

"I know that, Dean, but--"

"But what?" Dean asks, cutting his brother off.

"As messed up and insane as this sounds, Sully helped me."

"Dean, come on. Someone might need our help," you say. "We've gone on less before."

"Fine," he sighs.

"I think Noah should come with us. You know, as a birthday present to him. He really wants to hunt, and this doesn't involve something like Lucifer or the darkness."

"Alright, he can come," Dean shrugs.

You head out to the backyard and see Noah running across the basketball court and dunking the ball into the net. When he started high school, you'll think about him singing him up for basketball. You want him to be involved in high school and play any sport he wants. You'll let him do it all if he wants. The same goes for Jo and Mary when they get older.

"Hey, wanna come with us on this hunt?"

"Can I?" he asks with a big smile.

"Yeah, go get ready. We leave soon."

"Awesome! Thanks, Mom!"

Noah rushes inside after dropping the basketball, and you watch as it rolls to the end of the dome. It passes through it and immediately mists away as if it never existed. This really is the perfect safe spot for your kids. While they are getting ready, you wait for Molly to get up to let her know that Noah won't be staying here.

"That's perfect, actually. The girls and I can get our nails done. Maybe some shopping."

"Yeah, have fun. We're staying in Kansas so if you need us, we'll be here."

You, Sully, and Noah are in the backseat of the car while the brothers are posted in the front. Sully's friend is located in Topeka so it takes about three hours to get there. As soon as Sully sees the house, he grows sad for his friend.

"That's the place. It's a horror show in there."

"You've been inside?"

"Last night. I'm in management now, so I don't get out in the field much. I just came to see Sparkle."

"Sparkle?" Dean asks, already annoyed.

"Yeah. I showed up and, I mean the place was bananas. The kid had called the cops, mom was freaking out, and... Sparkle... Sam, it was horrible," she sighs.

"Okay, so according to Zanna rules, the kid is the only witness, right?"

"Yeah, poor thing. I'll see you inside."

In the next second, Sully is gone from the car.

"Alright, what are you thinking?"

Sam's plan of getting in the door isn't ideal but it's the best option without freaking out the kid or her mother. In order to pass as a trauma counselor with Child Protective Services, you have to look the part so you can't wear jackets over flannel and jeans. Dean has never thought about wearing a button-up with a tie and a knit sweater, but here you are. Even Noah is wearing something similar.

"Good. The Bert and Ernie pretext. Awesome," Dean scoffs.

"I think you look cute," you shrug.

"I am not cute," Dean pouts.

"Dude, you didn't have to come," Sam says.

"This whole imaginary friend thing was dumb then and it's dumb now."

"Yeah, you've made that pretty clear."

"You didn't think to tell me he was real?"

"Dean, I didn't think he was. You saw the lore book too, I mean, maybe when I was nine years old I thought he was real, but I grew up. Or grew out of it. Whatever. I left it."

"What did you need Drop Dead Fred for in the first place?"

"I was kind of a lonely kid, Dean."

"You weren't lonely. You had us!"

You walk up to the door and knock on it, and Linda Berman opens it. She looks at you four in confusion, especially at Noah.

"Can I help you?"

"Ms. Berman. I'm Dr. Strummer. They are my associates Dr. MacGowan and Dr. Stacy. We're trauma counselors with child services. We're here to follow up on a police report filed yesterday?"

"Oh, yes, that was... Come in. My daughter Maddie is the one who called. She has an active imagination. She made up this unicorn man, Sparkle. She thinks he's dead in her room."

"So, Sparkle is a unicorn and also a man?"

"Yeah."

"So, a manicorn?" Dean smirks slightly.

"I guess...?"

"May we talk to Maddie?"

"Yes, please. Thank you."

She's so distraught about her own daughter that she doesn't pay attention to your son. She takes you to the living room where Maddie is sitting on the couch. She is clutching a teddy bear tightly to her chest as some sort of comfort object. Sam sits on the edge of the coffee table to be closer to Maddie.

"Hey, Maddie. My partners and I would like to ask you about last night. About Sparkle? Your mom says you don't want to go back into your room? How come?"

"All the blood," she whispers.

Linda takes you and the brothers to Maddie's room but when you open the door, there is nothing off about her room. It's how a room should look. White walls, little girl posters, stuffed animals everywhere, and even a tea party table set in the corner. If there is blood, you can't see any of it.

"This has been her room since she was a baby. She loved this room. Then, last night..."

"Do you mind if we take a look around?" Sam asks.

"I'll be right back."

Linda leaves and Dean raises his hands in frustration.

"Alright, what's the problem?"

"I told you it was horrible."

You jump at the sudden voice of Sully behind you. You clearly aren't seeing what he's seeing.

"Do you mind enlightening us?"

"Oh, right," he chuckles.

Sully steps in front of everyone and lifts his hand. "If I show you all we can see, you can't tell a soul."

"Yeah, because they'll totally believe us," Dean rolls his eyes.

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[blackjackkent]

OK, I feel like we might as well bring Astarion to talk with Araj before we move on anywhere else in Moonrise Towers, so back to camp we go!

We don't actually have the option to tell him where we're bringing him and why before doing it, so we'll just dive right in.

Hey, Araj, I brought you Astarion like you wan--

"I never thought I'd see one in real life... I read about your kind for so many years, but you are a finer specimen than any bestiary could describe."

Hm.

So given how flustered she was before, I was like 95% certain that they already knew each other, but the 5% has it; she's looking at him like a piece of (scholarly) meat.

Astarion, to his credit, did not immediately punch her, but just cocked his head to one side and gave the most frankly bemused expression I've ever seen from him.

This was a truly glorious bit of expressive mocap; he looked like he wasn't sure whether to laugh, be angry, or have her committed.

"You're really a vampire? At least one of their spawn..."

Astarion does a creditable impression of a carefree laugh, clearly wondering why the hell Hector brought him to this conversation. "Don't worry," he says brightly. "We're all friends under the Absolute."

His head drops and his eyes narrow slightly, his smile turning brittle. "I won't bite."

Araj smiles coolly. "Oh, I'd prefer if you did."

Her eyes flick to Hector. "And he's yours to command. My envy is palpable."

The image compression doesn't really help much here but both of them are making 100% apropos faces in response to this. Hector is baffled and Astarion thinks the idea of being Hector's to command is the funniest fucking thing in the universe.

"Excuse me?" Hector says firmly. "He's his own person." Whatever Araj might have in mind, he is not going to be party to anything that puts Astarion back under anyone's yoke.

Araj smiles disdainfully. "I'm sure he really believes that. How utterly adorable."

She turns back to Astarion briskly. "Do you have a name, spawn?"

He blinks at her. "Astarion. But hold on--"

"Good," she cuts him off. "Now, Astarion..." Her head tips back slightly and her lips part, and she looks him over with a gaze that can only be called lascivious. "I've dreamt of being bitten by a vampire sinc eI was a very young girl."

Hector and Astarion both stare at her. "I'm sorry? You *want* to be bitten?" Astarion asks. Hector glances sideways, expecting to see him with that wide, cocky, hungry grin - but to his surprise, the elf looks thoroughly uncomfortable.

Araj's smile widens, a touch of madness, of obsession in it now. "To feel your life's blood slipping away? To dance on the edge between life and death? Yes...I want it..."

Hector is struck by a sudden, visceral memory of that early night in camp, long before Karlach ever touched him - the heady weight of Astarion's body pressing into his and the sharp icepick incision of teeth into his neck. The descent into dizzy, drifty euphoria as the blood flowed out of him. A bewildering sensation - not one he would seek a second time, though...

Araj seems to recognize that she is not getting the snappy response that she wanted. "I'll even compensate you," she goes on hastily, looking towards Hector, not Astarion, as she says so. "A potion of legendary power that forever increases the strength of the one who consumes it. It's not for sale, but it's yours if you bite me."

Astarion lets out a nervous giggle. "I will have to decline," he says before Hector can say anything. He's still smiling brightly but the facade is cracking. There's fear under the denial.

Araj's eyes flash angrily. "Excuse me? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you're squandering it."

"I GAVE you my answer!" Astarion snaps, taking a step back; the mask has cracked completely now and his expression has gone tight with fear and anger, a look Hector has never seen there before.

The strangeness of this moment, while not lost on the party, is very lost on Araj, who simply rolls her eyes and looks towards Hector with irritation. "Can't you talk some sense into your obstinate charge?" she demands.

Hector hesitates. The potion sounds nice, of course, but it is a complete non-issue to him if Astarion doesn't want to bite this woman; he's certainly not going to force it. But he's confused. He's never seen Astarion in this state before. "I am surprised, Astarion," he says mildly. "I thought you'd jump at a chance like this."

His confusion is sincere - but Astarion clearly doesn't read it that way. His eyes narrow coldly and he looks from Hector to Araj and laughs humorlessly.

"I'm sorry, but -- would you excuse us for a moment?"

Without waiting for a response, he grabs Hector by the collar and drags him several feet away.

"Are you seriously asking me to do this?" he hisses furiously. "Trading me for some potion?"

Hector opens his mouth to say that no, of course he wasn't trying to trade Astarion for anything, that he was just surprised, but the elf is still talking.

"Because there's *something wrong with her blood.*" He draws back, wrinkles his nose. "I can smell it from here. It's *rank*."

Hector tilts his head quizzically. "What do you mean? What's wrong with her blood?"

"I can't say," Astarion snaps. "It just smells wrong. Unnatural. Drinking it wouldn't kill me, but it would *not* be pleasant."

His lips curl and his shoulders square, and Hector realizes very abruptly that he is fully ready to fight rather than be forced into this decision. And the reason for that is, when he thinks about it, obvious.

This isn't about food. This is about power. This woman doesn't want to feed him, or even trade with him - she wants to use him.

And Astarion has had 200 years of being used, and even now he is willing to believe that Hector wants to use him just the same.

A flash of grief and compasson goes through him that is almost painful in intensity. I thought I had earned more of your trust than that. But then again...I have centuries of your history to stand against.

"I don't have all day, True Soul," Araj puts in impatiently.

Astarion is looking at him like a frightened horse ready to bolt. Hector shakes his head once slightly. "Don't do anything you don't want to," he tells the other man gently, and then is silent.

Astarion stares at him for a long moment. "...All right," he says, and his tone is remarkably devoid of anything sarcastic or harsh. He sounds stunned. The tension goes out of his shoulders, and then he smiles. "Thank you."

He turns back to Araj, and his bearing has straightened a little, more confident and direct; without realizing it, he had slipped into a slump-shouldered posture as he expected Hector to deliver him over, but he has command of himself once again now.

"It's still a no, I'm afraid," he says firmly.

"How very disappointing," Araj sneers.

Astarion turns and walks away without a backward glance, and the rest of the group trails behind him down the corridor. It's only when they are out of earshot that he stops, and looks at Hector with wide eyes, and after a moment's hesitation puts a hand on the taller man's shoulder. "Thank you," he says softly. "I appreciated that."

[werezmastarbucks]

7. Be nice to the timeline and see what happens

part 7 out of 8

warnings: multiple deaths

word count: 1353

You heard the door open and stood up lazily from your computer. Stretched your back, waited until the light came back to your eyes, and left the room to say hi.

Instead of one Barry Allen, there were two. A grand deal, no doubt, but it was highly unlikely to happen on a random Wednesday.

They were absolutely identical. As in, the same head movement when they saw you. They moved, synchronized, through the corridor, pushing each other, towards you, and you got a little scared. Two Flashes, one in his new, and one, in his old costume, running at you with a demonic sparkle or urgency in their eyes. You found yourself with your back against the wall, nowhere to run, and two Barrys charging at you, even at the normal human speed, very emposing.

"Wait, wait, what-"

They both almost fell on you, grabbing you with their four hands, choking in the hug.

"I don't get it! I don't! Why are there two of you?"

It was most curious, of course. They both took off their masks in the same nimble move, releasing their pitch black hair. For a second there they both gave you the look that made you think about both of them, simultaneously. It was bizarre.

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"Okay, okay, what do we do", yesterday Barry pressed his hand on the kitchen door. The tomorrow Barry was measuring kitchen with his steps.

"You stay with her- no, I stay with her", he shrugged, seeing the look the other Barry was giving him.

"You should go, because you know this Justice League, they're your team", he explained. The yesterday Barry took to his knees, thinking. He sat on the floor with his back to the door.

"I can't lose her, dude", he said, helpless.

"We're not letting her die. I'll stay with her and keep an eye on her. We can't lose Superman either".

He wondered, what the fuck he was doing, as if changing the fate of Superman in this universe would somehow affect his own. No, no, and what if he can't even come back home? The thought was so heavy on the head that he grabbed the kitchen table for support. What if, no matter how fast he runs, he can't come back home, to his own Y/N? And he fails to save Superman, too? And Batman, Diana and the others, they're just waiting for him there, on the dying planet, hoping for help?

"Hey", the other Barry snapped his fingers, "are you listening?"

"No", he said, honestly, "you go. Again, warn them. And do everything the same way, like we did yesterday. We know now that the armour is almost inpenetrable, but their necks are actually exposed. Tell them to go for the ship first, find the source of the fuel. And I'll be here. It was an accident, right".

The other Barry, his face pale like water, nodded nervously.

"Yeah. It's an accident".

He got himself up and offered him his hand.

"Keep her safe. We'll do it, and I promise, we'll find a way to get you back home".

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In the evening he took her out of the house, checking the apartment for the important stuff, like documents, her laptop, her favorite drinking bottle, credit cards.

He only spent about a day in this timeline, and it already felt like a mess in his head, with the additional time travel and all. He only explained what he could, leaving out the part where they both come home in the morning to the ruins of the house she was in. The horror, the cold chokehold he felt on his throat, was not a necessary addition to the story. He held her hand all through the walk as they moved in the other direction, strolling through the streets wherever she felt like going; as they got hungry, they got a pizza, and Barry could barely eat, constantly looking at the watch.

Nine PM, ten, eleven, two more hours, waiting for the yesterday Barry's text message, and they're in the clear. Even if they return to the collapsed building, the most precious will be safe. It struck him, as well, that he didn't think to evacuate other people, but the powerful gut feeling told him that if he had done it, the tragedy would follow.

Shortly after midnight, Y/N got tired, and gave him a sleepy smile, as they sat outside the coffeshop. The people had no idea an alien ship had already landed in Slovakia; that the invasion has begun, and would end very, very quickly, with literally one blow in a special hidden place in the body of their biggest ship.

The night drew over the city, and there were no stars. Barry thought, why was he being so paranoid? There is no such thing as fate. He had created fate a day ago, in fact. He put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a kiss on the head, which felt like the first time. He wondered how this Barry managed to make her fall in love with him. Must have had something he didn't have. Then his mind wandered back home, where he was supposed to be now. His knee started jumping.

"I need more coffee", he said.

"Why? At night? You need less coffee. Let's go home already, Barry, I'm dozing off".

He looked at the watch.

"Yeah, we could grab a coffee now and move on, I think".

Thirty minutes left.

"Do you want some?"

"Pfft, no", she looked at him strictly, "you shouldn't drink it either. You won't sleep".

Barry dismissed her with a nod of a head and left her on the bench. Just for a minute, or even less. It's been just moment, and it was so treacherously quiet. As he entered again the well-smelling space of the coffeeshop, and stood in line, he dropped a look at you, sitting outside. Then he looked at the menu, and the next second, out of nowhere, there was a loud crush. The glass exploded, sending thousands of small shreds into the coffeeshop. He moved with speed, but it was useless. The piece of edging had already started flying as he was entering the shop. It was just so quiet. He slowed down, drifting on the asphalt, a silent scream never leaving his mouth. He saw her feet, sitting in place, and the crimson splash on the ground that almost made him vomit. Several minutes later he got the text message from Barry,

"Yeha, we're done. Superman is alive. Is she okay?"

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"I'll stay". "No, I'll stay", he snarled, "You'd already stayed with her, and what happened?"

"What if we take her with us?"

"You crazy? To the mission? There one hundred more chances to get killed".

They tried to send Cyborg to guard her, and he fucked up, too. Without the speed of the Flash, he couldn't be on time when the drunk driver crashed through the bus stop, taking everybody, including her, with him.

They tried taking her with them and, unsurprisingly, the very first rogue piece of metal sliced her throat,

They tried to give the instructions to the League and both stay with her, and she managed to have a heart attack: a healthy, young girl, died on the spot upon seeing two Barry Allens instead of two.

They tried to lock her up in the Batcave, in the room where there was nothing but clean smooth walls, just for twenty minutes, and the fire broke out on the first floor, producing poisonous smoke that choked her.

No matter what they did, as the Comers were being defeated, Y/N died in some horrible way. If every time Barrys went back in time they duplicated like he did before, there would be now at least forty Barrys.

He was getting desperate. They were getting crazy with frustration, moving like two screws in the burning ball of molecule horizon.

Nothing worked. Until Barry, our Barry, the Barry who travelled from tomorrow, realized, that it's not the end of the world that kills her. It's the Superman salvation.

[practically-an-x-man]

I'm here to send writing help. You didn't list any specific prompts so I'm going to wing it. Robin and her having a beach day? Idk I hate the cold and I want the opposite of that.

This... ended up being a little more than a snippet, but I like how it came out! Thanks for the prompt, this was fun!

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"You know the water's only supposed to be like 60 degrees today, right?" Robin asked, glancing at the speedster in the passenger seat. He was practically vibrating with excitement, to the point that she could feel him bouncing in the seat. "I told you we should have waited until the afternoon. The sun's barely up - it's gonna be freezing out there."

"Nah, it won't," Peter replied, "It'll be fine."

Ask anyone else at the mansion - anyone else on Earth, really - and they'd tell you that going swimming at 9AM in the middle of early May was a recipe for disaster. But Peter was... how did she put this nicely... well, he went to the beat of his own drum. And besides, she was almost looking forward to the inevitable Fuck-It's-Cold dance the moment he stepped foot in the water. It would bring a little entertainment to her morning.

"If you say so." she said with a shrug, tilting her head as she glanced back at the road. Truth be told, this part of the day was pretty nice: it was warm enough but pleasantly breezy, enough to have the windows rolled down as she drove down the highway. And warm enough to build a few sand castles and play a round or two of beach volleyball, once Peter finally decided the water was, in fact, too cold to be swimming in. Truthfully, it was a day more suited to a walk around the park or a wander through the city, but she could make this work just as well.

There were more people at the beach than she expected, truthfully (though she still had absolutely no trouble finding a parking spot). Robin figured that this was the sort of weather that definitely wasn't yet summer, but just warm enough that people were willing to pretend it was anyway. Still, the fact that there was nobody else in the water should've been a warning sign.

Well, a warning sign to everyone but Peter. To give him a bit of credit, he did help her pitch a little campsite there on the sand, but he still wasted no time before he was running down to the shoreline. Well, she couldn't say she didn't warn him.

It only took a moment. Perks of the superspeed, she figured. One instant he was jogging down to shore, the next he was standing right beside her, teeth chattering.

"Okay, yeah, it's pretty cold."

"I told you." Robin replied, trying and failing to bite down her laughter. But to her surprise, Peter was grinning. He tilted his head towards the water, his damp silver hair flicking chilly droplets against her face.

"C'mon, you should try it."

"You're kidding me." Robin deadpanned, eyeing the water with a note of distaste. She hated the cold. It wasn't so bad for a guy like Peter, whose mutation kept him warm most of the time anyway, but she did not in fact have that perk. The only time people sang to warm themselves up was when they were trapped under an avalanche and slowly freezing to death. Or so she heard.

"No, c'mon, it's fun," Peter insisted, already taking a few more steps down the slope of the beach, "It's like the Polar Plunge."

"I don't know where you're getting 'fun' from 'polar' and 'plunge', babe. That sounds like some kind of Scandinavian torture method."

"Well, if we even get kidnapped by a couple of Norwegian mutants, we can say we're prepared," he fired back, holding out a hand to her, "C'mon, seriously, it's just for a second. I promise it's fun."

Those puppy-dog eyes were going to be the death of her.

"Alright..." Robin agreed, taking his hand and letting him pull her down to the edge of the water.

"On three." Peter decided, bouncing on his toes, "Three, two... one!"

Before she could protest, he dragged the both of them into the water. Robin yelped at the shock of cold-

And a moment later, she was back up to the shore, and Peter pulled his hand back from her waist.

"See, that wasn't so bad! It is kinda fun, right?" he asked, a fresh grin on his face. Robin tilted her head at him. She had to admit, there was a bit of thrill to it... but next time, she'd stick to a beach trip in June.

[awkwarddesertfox]

I had already been considering retirement before I met Sam. My work as a villain had become boring and trite - commit crime, be "surprised" by a hero, monologue, be interrupted, fight, destroy some public property, be "caught", break out, rinse and repeat. But meeting Sam, getting to know them? That just cemented my decision.

The world thinks that Wraith was destroyed in her last battle with Tempest. To be fair, I probably would have been if it weren't for the crack in that manhole cover. I hid just in time, and now I get to enjoy my retirement from villainy. And I'm married to the love of my life, pretending I don't know they're a hero. Granted. They're not the strongest, or most powerful. But Sam - Nightingale - is one of the best support heroes the world has ever seen, but can still hold their own when needed.

I live a peaceful-ish life now, my old uniform hidden in the shadows, my shadows, in the attic. Sam keeps one of theirs under our bed, one with our spare tire, and I assume one at the Hero HQ. But even before I found their uniforms, I had figured out who they were. I saw the way they had placed their hand on our waitress' arm on our first date and how her limp was gone when she left our table. I saw the way they brushed their fingers against the cop who gave us a hard time when we reported our neighbour for beating his girlfriend and how he sagged almost immediately after.

It's hard not to recognize Nightingale's powers. Especially when you've been on the receiving end of them more than once.

I let them believe they're being sneaky when they switch out their uniforms, or press a healing hand I to the crook of my elbow when we're watching our shows, or pull a fair amount of strength out of Dave whenever they bump into him in the street.

Sam is good, and kind, and a shining beacon of everything that is right in this world. So when I turned on the news when I got home from work on our anniversary, only to see that Bloodsport had attacked downtown, and had Nightingale - Sam - bleeding out, with ropes of their own blood wrapping around them? Well, it's safe to say that I saw red. Well, black.

I called my shadows to me, felt them dragging my old uniform onto me as they wrapped around me. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and cursed the lack of time to fetch my mask from where is was likely kept now in the Hero HQ trophy room. I chose to pull my hood further down, and used my shadows to obscure the top part of my face, before picking a nice, shadowy alley close to the fight and stepping through my shadows to get there.

Sam was the first to notice me as I arrived. It hurt a little to see their eyes widen in panic at the sight of me, but I could understand. Wraith, one of the most powerful villains this world had ever known, had apparently returned from the dead and shown up in the middle of a fight when the Hero was already outmatched. It doesn't take an evil genius to figure out what they thought was going to happen.

I stepped out of the alley, and heard everything around me go quiet. I could feel the tension in the air as I raised my head to look directly at Bloodsport. I watched as her face contorted from cockiness, to confusion, to horror, to rage.

"You shadowy bitch! You think you can disappear for a year, then show up to take credit for my work?! You really-"

"Year and a half." I interrupted her calmly, watching her falter when I don't match her anger immediately. I let her stammer for a beat before continuing, "I've been enjoying my retirement for the past year and a half. And here you are, messing that up for me."

I watched her for her reaction, waiting to see her silver threads start moving towards me to envelop myself in shadows again, smirking behind my lower mask when I heard the threads whistle through the air as they only sliced through shadows. I stepped further onto the battle field, curling my shadows around me so her hits can't land as I made my way over to where Nightingale was squirming their way out of their bloody bonds. As I got closer, I extended my shadows so they started to wrap around Nightingale without touching them to try to keep them calm.

I heard Bloodsport let out an infuriated shriek, so forced my shadows up as I grabbed Nightingale. I felt them tense under my grip. "Darling," I kept my voice low enough for them to hear me so we wouldn't be overheard, "this is why we shouldn't work on our anniversary. I'm taking you home, then I'm coming back to finish this. Take what you need to get back on you feet and we'll talk about all of this when I'm back, okay?"

I watched the realization wash over their face as they froze, before they hissed "Marie? You're the Wraith?! I'm married to the Wraith?"

"We'll talk later, Sam. Right now I need to get you out of here and away from Bloodsport."

"Right, yeah, okay." They said as they twisted their fingers between mine. I shuddered as I felt some of my strength drain as Sam's injuries started to knit back together. I pulled them to their feet, and pulled to step back with me through the shadows into our living room. I watched them blink as their eyes took in the sudden change in our surroundings.

I pressed my forehead to theirs before stepping back through the shadows. I looked up at Bloodsport and grinned behind my mask. I watched her flinch when she felt shadowy tendrils starts to brush and prod against her before her arms snapped out to the sides and her head snapped back. She stumbled back to try to keep upright, her left foot stepping into a shadow. I flicked a hand and she screamed as her leg was shattered.

"I may be retired, Bloodsport, but I'm still far out of your league. The choice is yours: stand down, or pray to whatever god you believe in that I don't kill you today."

"Fuck. You." She choked out what would probably be her last words.

I shrugged. "That's your choice," I said as I raised the walls of shadows around us, "Time to learn why most humans are afraid of the dark."

***

I got home shortly after finishing up with Bloodsport to find Tempest, Starlight and Mimic waiting at our table while Sam puttered around the kitchen humming under their breath. I pulled my hood down and my mask off and watched my in-laws flinch as I walked past them in my uniform to hug my spouse and bury my face in their neck.

Sam patted my cheek and I felt my body relax as the strained muscles exhaustion just wash away. I pressed a kiss to their cheek and turned to start making tea for the five of us so I had something to do while my father-in-law questioned me about why I never went back to the industry after our last fight.

Somehow, this was almost worse than when I was cross-questioned when Sam and I started dating.

You’re a retired S-tier supervillain. After you retired, you married a B-tier hero. You are forced back onto the stage when an A-tier villain attempts to kill your spouse.

[gaily-daily-musings]

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss ask part 2

(link to fluffy version)

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He knows it was stupid. He already knows. He doesn't need anyone else to tell him that. He knew it was stupid before he went to the Opress brothers and asked for a job. He knew it was stupid when he agreed to rob a bank. He knew it was stupid as he pulled on the black ski mask. He knew, but that didn't change anything.

You can do this, Anakin thinks. For her. Get the money. Get out. Pay for the cancer treatment. And then this nightmare can be over.

Maul and Savage are just as vicious as their reputation says they are. They run in guns blazing screaming at everyone to get down. Anakin stamps down any emotions threatening to break and grabs the bag. He aims his gun at the nearest teller. She's crying, mascara running down her face as she tries to shove money into the bag as fast as she can.

Anakin doesn’t pay attention to what Maul and Savage are doing across the room. He just focuses on what's in front of him. Get in. Get out. Save her.

Sirens blare on the horizon. Anakin stops. Oh shit. He turns to look at Maul. The man is raging, hissing angrily. Maul whips his gun on the bank manager.

“Looks like someone called the cops,” he growls.

The manager blubbers, pleading for his life. Anakin runs, stepping in between Maul and the thin man.

“No! This isn't part of the plan!”

Maul snarls. “The plan was to be in and out before the cops were even alerted! We're already fucked!”

His hateful eyes turn and scan the cowering crowd of people. One of them is sitting up straight staring back. His gaze is hard and unafraid. Maul smiles.

“You'll do.” He grabs the man and hauls him up to his feet. “Brother!”

Savage hurries over to subdue him. The man struggles but Savage is bigger and easily hauls him back.

“What are you doing?!”

“Taking a hostage, what does it look like we're doing?” Maul snaps. “The cops are less likely to shoot and kill all of us with a hostage in the car!”

Anakin grits his teeth. Fuck! Fuck this was a shitshow!

To his credit, the man puts up a good fight. But Savage and Maul get him under control and tie his hands behind his back with some zip ties. Just as they're throwing the money bags into the van, the first police car rounds the corner.

“Drive!” Maul yells.

Anakin doesn't have to be told twice. He climbs into the driver's seat and slams down the gas pedal. He barrels down the street weaving in and out of traffic. From the back he hears the cries of the poor man.

“Give that back!” A British accent snaps authoritatively. It is the voice of a man who is used to being listened to.

Anakin’s eyes flicker up to the rearview mirror. Maul is sliding a ring off the man's finger and holding it up.

“Finders keepers,” he sneers.

The man tries to headbutt him. Savage growls and shoves him back. He then raises a threatening fist meaning to punch him.

Anakin yanks the wheel. They all go flying.

“Watch where you're fucking going!”

“I didn't sign up to hurt anyone!” Anakin yells back. “He's already tied up, you don't need to beat him too!”

In the next second a gun presses against the back of his head. Anakin stills.

“You get me and my brother to safely or I'll kill you and your fucking mother.”

Anakin steps on it. He doesn't try anything again.

-

They make it. Somehow they make it. It was close for a minute there, but Anakin

found a way through.

He parks under a bridge where they can switch cars. Maul and Savage have taken their half of the money and loaded it up into the other car. They talk in hushed voices off to the side. Anakin already knows they're thinking about killing the hostage.

“You got what you wanted. Just go.” Anakin gestures behind him. “I'll take care of him, don't worry about it.”

Maul sneers. “Can you? Have you ever even taken a life before?”

“I told you at the start of this I would do what it takes. You know what's at stake for me. I'll do it.”

Maul looks him up and down. Anakin stands his ground staring right back. Finally, Maul snorts and turns away.

“Have it your way.”

Anakin doesn't breathe a sigh of relief until their car has disappeared around a corner. He turns back to the man sitting on the ground. The side of his head was bleeding and the zip ties were no doubt cutting into his wrists. At some point Savage had gagged him. It couldn't be very easy to breathe with that thing.

Anakin crouches down in front of him. The man glares back furiously. Anakin winces under his gaze. “I know I have no right to say this but I really am sorry.”

He reaches up to take the gag off. Without knowing why, without understanding what possesses him to do so, Anakin's hand veers at the last second. Of its own accord he gently wipes away some of the blood on the side of the man's head. The man blinks back at him, a single brow lifted in blank confusion.

Anakin flinches. What the fuck was his problem? He quickly moves to take the gag off, sliding it down the man's mouth. Before the man can yell at him or curse him or demand to be set free, Anakin reaches into his pocket and pulls out a shiny, golden ring. The man's eyes widen.

“Mau–uh, the guy I was with is pretty easy to pickpocket,” Anakin says awkwardly.

The man looks back up at him. Really, honestly looks. Like he's seeing into the depth of his soul and judging what he finds there. Anakin shivers. His eyes are so, so blue. Anakin thinks he will remember them forever.

[its-vannah]

Illicit Affairs | Part Two | Bill Weasley x Reader

A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry it's taken me so long to write this, I was on vacation for most of July and didn't have the chance to post. A lot of you have requested that I write a second part to Illicit Affairs, and I want to make y'all happy—so here it is! ❤️❤️❤️

Song: Illicit Affairs

Part One

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, break up, verbal fighting, kissing

Taglist: @pandoraneverland @inpraizeof

Bill lay in bed at the Burrow, staring at the ceiling above him, tossing and catching an old, beat up Quaffle. The only sound that could be heard was the leather making contact with the palms of his hands.

All he could thing about was you. And Fleur. He thought about the way he longed to run his fingers through your h/c hair. He thought about pulling you into his arms and kissing you gently whenever and wherever he liked. He longed to tell you how much he loved you—and he longed to hear you say them back. And then he thought about Fleur. He thought about all the "I love you's" they had shared, all the times his fingers got caught in her bright blonde hair, all the times he kissed her. But she still wasn't you.

And that's why he had to tell her.

Tossing up the Quaffle one last time, he caught it gently in his hands, giving it a small squeeze before setting it on his nightstand. Heaving himself out of bed, he ran a hand through his tangled hair and headed towards his door, opening and closing it gently so he didn't disturb anyone.

Then he did the unexpected: he made his way to the twins room. Slowly, one foot at a time, he walked up the crooked, cracked stairs to their room, knocking three times before pushing the door open.

The light in a wand went out, and violent "Shushes" echoed the room, two figures scrambling into opposite beds.

Bill raised a brow, flipping on a light switch with an amused look on his face as he looked at his brothers.

"Care to explain why you're in our room, Billy?" George asked.

He rolled his eyes, one arm on the doorframe, "Care to explain why you're hiding?"

"Touche, Billy, touche." Fred sighed, pulling his quilt away from his face and turning to face his older brother, "Shut the door."

Entering the room, Bill was careful of where he stepped. He didn't know if or when he'd set something off, so he opted to lean against the door, "I had something to ask the two of you—but it seems like I'm interrupting something."

"No, no, just the usual 3:00 witching hour, innit, George?" Fred chuckled, his hands slapping his thighs, "So what'll it be, old Billy boy?"

"An electric shock shake? George asked.

"Or how about a sticky trainers?"

"A strapping young man like you may need a peace disturber, right? Or perhaps a—"

"Oh shut it, I'm not here for one of your inventions," Bill snapped, "I made a decision."

George tilt his head, "About what?"

"About—"About what?" You two have been nagging me for days to decide!" Bill hissed, "And now you don't even remember?"

But he merely waved him off, "Learn to take a joke, Billy boy. Y/N and Fleur. So, what'll it be, a nice tall cup of blonde and Veela or the one you're in love with?"

Bill chose to ignore his comment, and instead answered his question, "I'm ending things with Fleur tomorrow night. I'm telling her everything."

Fred's eyes widened, "Everything? Even that you two... rode the old broom?"

"Rode the old—Fred! We didn't—we haven't—we've only kissed twice in the whole time we've known each other. And only one of those was when Fleur and I were together. I know I'm a horrible boyfriend, but give me some credit."

George's hands went up, "Alright, alright. Our apologies. So, tell us, how are you going to break the news."

"We're having dinner in at her place. Just ordering some muggle food to share. It'll be a private dinner, so I'm going to break the news to her then. She's going on holiday with her family for a few weeks after that, so we wouldn't have seen each other anyway. I'm hoping it'll distract her."

"Well, she's a very beautiful witch, so she'll have plenty to distract her," Fred sighed, "So, what are you going to tell Y/N?"

Bill nodded, "I'm going to tell her that I ended things with Fleur. And I'm also going to tell her that I'm going to take some time to myself for a bit. I don't want to go from one relationship to another too fast. Out of respect for Fleur, Y/N, and myself."

George put a hand on his heart, "What a gentleman."

"And then I'll ask her to go on a date with me. And we'll see how it goes."

"We'll see," Fred nodded.

"Or hear," George smirked.

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Bill knocked on Fleur's door at half past seven, forcing a smile onto his face as she pulled him in for a quick kiss, ushering him into her kitchen where boxes of take out food were sitting on the counter.

After sitting down across from Fleur at her little breakfast nook, he cleared his throat as they began eating.

"Fleur, there's something I've been meaning to tell you." Bill said, a look of pain on his face.

She placed a hand over his, an uneasy smile on her face, "You can tell me anything, you know that, right, Bill?"

He nods, "This isn't going to be easy to hear, but it's something you need to know."

Fleur inhales, preparing herself, "Okay."

"I'm breaking up with you."

A look of surprise sets into her face and she removes her hand, "Oh."

"But that's not all."

"Oh?"

"A few months ago, I kissed another woman. And I'm sorry. I thought that if I just pretended like it didn't happen, then we wouldn't have a problem. But it only made things worse because it means I wasn't honest with you. I regret it."

She began to put the pieces together, "You regret kissing her while you were with me, but you don't regret kissing her."

He looks down at his paper plate, ashamed of himself, "Yes."

"I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not mad or upset, because I am. But I'm glad that you told me and didn't lead me on. That would've been worse. Thank you for having enough respect for me to say it to my face."

Bill nods, "You deserve better."

She nods, "I do."

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Bill arrived home that night completely exhausted. As he opened the door to his room, he wasn't surprised to find the twins already sitting on his bed, ready to talk.

"How'd it go?" Fred asked, tapping his foot excitedly.

But Bill merely slumped on his bed between them, "She took it well. Better than I would have taken it if the roles were reversed. Doesn't make me feel any less like a piece of shit."

George nodded, "Then that means you did the right thing."

Fred rubbed his brother's back, "So it's over?"

"It's over." Bill sighed.

"Well, you know what they say..."

"What?"

"Every ending has a new beginning."

And that new beginning was you.

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It had been three weeks and three days since Bill Weasley had come knocking on your door, letting you know that he broke things off with Fleur and that he was in love with you. He told you that he needed time to process things, but that when he was ready, and you were ready, he'd like to take you on a date.

So when you got the owl all those days later asking if you were free the next night, you had to sit down and remind yourself to breathe. Finally, after ten years of being madly in love with Bill, the two of you were getting your chance.

The night of your date, you had done everything to near perfection. You had showered, fixed your hair, done your makeup, gotten dressed, doused yourself with perfume, and put on your shoes.

Before Bill could even knock on the door, it swung open. A smile was plastered on the both of your faces. You hardly processed that he was putting a dozen peach roses into your hands, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You could only think about how long you had waited for this moment. And how good things were worth waiting for.

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Epilogue

It had been five years since your first official date with Bill, and since then, your relationship had remained steady. Yes, you had your ups and downs with one another, but your love never wavered.

The two of you were married in August of 1997 in a small ceremony at the Burrow. And even though though the night didn't end as expected, you wouldn't have traded it for the world. Because it meant the two of you would always be together, no matter what.

From that night on, the world around the two of you began to crumble.

Fred died, and the two of you were heartbroken. But you picked the other back up and relied on one another for support.

Even though you both lost people you loved during the war, things seemed to turn a new page after that.

You found out you were pregnant about a year after the war ended, and you had a little girl with hair like her father's, eyes like yours, and a mind of her own. You named her Hope, because like those around you, the two of you had hope for the future. For each other and everything life had to offer.

And then, the night after you and Bill renewed your wedding vows, you found out that you were pregnant again. Your second child, a girl, was born nearly two years after her sister. And you named her after a witch who had a lasting impact over you: Tonks. Well, Nymphadora, because you and Bill couldn't stop laughing about how much she hated her name and how much she would have loved it for your child.

And now, sitting on a rocking chair outside of Shell Cottage, you rested your hand on your bump while Bill read a book to your daughters. The two of you were expecting a boy in another six months and you already knew that he would complete your little family.

Bill looked up from the book, his eyes meeting yours. A large grin spread over his face, and you returned the smile as his focus returned to the book. But his smile never wavered, and neither did your love.

Because that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance.