((dude no there is a perfectly good door nearby use that))

a mess of gold

Summary: What was supposed to be nothing more than a learning exercise, ends up becoming far more complicated than what either Raven or Beast Boy had anticipated. With the dynamic of the team already in jeopardy, how much more damage could one little secret possibly do? BBRae, set in the DCAU, post Judas Contract.

1. the elephant in the room

“Is that magic?”

The newest addition to the team was anything but filtered regarding her many curiosities.

Raven was never a fan of talking about herself. In fact, she often went to great lengths to avoid the subject entirely. For the most part, she’d even gotten away with it. Until Trigon had reared his ugly head, of course. Damian Wayne’s frequent probing into her mysterious past had also played a part in the epic reveal, much to her disdain.

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“No one puts baby in a corner” (Peter Quill x reader)

A/N: Cinco! Part five of my Peter Quill story. If you want to jam along with this fight scene click here

Part uno, dos, tres, cuatros

Warnings: language, Groot cuteness, a lot of violence, mentions of death, other than that just the inference of sex

Originally posted by takasukis

“Wooooow,” you said over exaggeratedly. Peter and the dealer stopped talking to look at you. “You must really think we are desperate here.”

“This is a rare item. Not-“ You put a finger to his lips to shut him up.

“Don’t insult me. I know what this item is worth. It is not worth going three moon systems over to steal from a high security vault like you’re suggesting to give you something you are only going to sell to some scum I will have to hunt down later. That is way more exhausting than any supplement is worth.”

“These promise power.” He seethed.

“I got plenty of power with or without.” You smiled cockily before flipping the dealer over the counter. Just like that shots sprayed the air as Peter knocked you to the floor.

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Anything I Can Do

Pairing: Wincest
Rating: M
Tags: ABO, knotting, lying for sex

Dean was an Alpha, the pride of John’s bloodline. He was proud, that it showed. Sam, whom everyone expected to present as an Alpha, continued to disappoint his father. Even when he’d turned 18, the final marker for most, he was still an unimpressive, neutral Beta.

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I Want Crazy (Part 2)

Summary: Jensen invites you to the convention, and you spend the day with him, Jared and Misha

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: language because I can’t help it… I think that’s it

A/N: Here’s the next part, hope you like it! Swaps to Jared’s pov. Also, the gifset that inspired this is HERE and it’s precious

Need part one? Get it here

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beccadrawsstuff  asked:

john and maryann

Minific prompt: BNHA, Bakushima

John and Mary-Anne were, in nearly all respects, perfect neighbors. They kept their gutters clean, and their housepaint fresh, and their walkways perfectly white. The garbage cans were never too far from the curb, and they never kept the lights on too late, and they turned off the television and radio by 10pm each night. They rose each morning at 6, John in a hand-knit cashmere sweater and Mary-Anne in a cardigan that smelled only a bit like moth balls, and they sat on the front porch bench, hands entwined and heads nuzzled into the crooks of the other, listening to the birds and sipping sweet coffee. They did this every morning, except for Sundays, when they sat hand-locked and nuzzled together in a church pew, singing hymns they’d known for over 70 years.

When new neighbors moved into the house next door, John and Mary-Anne came over with a warm casserole, cheese crisped and melted beneath a tin foil cover. Mary-Anne insisted the new neighbors keep the oven mitts and pyrex dish as house-warming gifts. They spoke a bit about themselves as introduction, enough to be polite, not enough to be self-absorbed, before asking if the two new neighbor boys would like to sit down to a meal together. John and Mary-Anne revealed they had the makings for a nice beet salad and parmesan garlic bread in their home. If the two boys would wait just a moment, they could fetch the ingredients and all prepare a lovely Sunday evening meal.

So they handed off the pyrex dish, oven mitts and all, and headed back down the porch toward their own home right next door. One of the new neighbors watched them go, his fingers prying open the blinds in the living room, one hand still holding the casserole dish. As John and Mary-Anne entered their own home, he turned around and said, “Dude, we can’t let these people know we’re gay.”

Bakugou, with one arm slung over the back of the couch, quirked an eyebrow. He stopped flipping television channels long enough to look at Kirishima. “Huh?”

“We can’t tell them we’re gay, Katsuki.”

“We’re fucking married.”

“Yeah, I know. I was there. That’s not the point.”

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haisley  asked:

I love your writing! Especially the angsty ironpanther ones. If your taking prompts, could you do more of the secretly married ironpanther AU? Maybe the Avengers find out that T'Challa is married but don't know who?

Anonymous said: I love your secretly married ‘verse. Can we pretty please have more? Maybe the others finding out they are married? Or anything else really. You dragged me into rare pair hell ;) 

Anonymous said: Omg? Like now i really need the avengers reaction when they found out tony is married to T'challa? And T'challa and everyone in wakanda being really mean to Steve because of what he did to tony?

Anonymous said: please please please, would you write the team finding out about Tony and T'Challa for your secretly married verse??? (Or theorise about how it would go down??)) <3 

Okay by obviously popular demand, I give you more of the Secretly Married IronPanther verse. (Last drabble for it here.)


T’Challa remained perfectly polite to the Secret Avengers upon returning. If they noticed something was off, none of them dared confront him about it.

Shuri had no such compunctions.

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You stood before your laid back boyfriend, a beer in his hand as he watched tv. “What the hell is this, Yoongi?” You hold up your phone in front of his face, yielding the article and picture of him with a girl in Tokyo.

He sighs, sitting up. “It’s nothing, (Y/N). Ignore the press,”

“How can I ignore it? I haven’t seen you in months, then you come back and I see this? How long ago were you in Tokyo, hm? A couple weeks?” You slap his feet off of the coffee table, “You couldn’t hold out a couple weeks to see me?” You turn your phone back to your face, swiping to the related articles. “And these girls? Who are they, and why are you with them?” He stares straight to your stomach, sipping the bottle. “You’re cheating?” It came out weaker than you planned.

“Yah, yah,” He stood up, “I’ll take as much as you throw at me, but as soon as you even think I’ll cheat is when I speak.”

“Well?” You scoff, raising you hands. “What’s the lame excuse for your cheating?”

“(Y/N), don’t-”

“Let’s see if I believe this.” You cross your arms over your chest. He just stood there, speechless. “Come on.” You motioned your hand.

He closed his mouth, smiling in disbelief, then slammed his beer down. “Don’t even think I’m cheating,” He said lowly, pointing in your face. “You know I would never-”

“No, apparently everything I knew about you was wrong.”

“Let me speak-”

“There’s no explanation for this: You were caught cheating, at least own up to it.”

He looking up towards the ceiling, then lowered his head to be the same height as your. “I’m not cheating, believe me or not.” He said through gritted teeth, turning back and picking up his beer. He walked back to the couch, then dawned the same position as he did previously when you approached him.

You clenched your fist, trying to hold back the urge to yell. “Tell me I’m the only one!” You break, shaking as you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. “Tell me I’m the only one, Yoongi. Please!” You beg, dropping your phone and falling to your knees. You couldn’t control the frustrated written tears, and cupped your face in your hands.

He gets up, kneeling next to you. “Jagi, I’d never cheat..” He says in a softer voice than before. “You have to believe me..”

“How could I?” You lift your head, “You never call.”

“I can’t.”

“You don’t have a minute to speak to your girlfriend on the phone, but you magically have your whole schedule clear for some girl—right?”

“You got it wrong-”

“Yeah, I did.” You stood up, “Girls, right? Multiple.” You walked to the front door with his incoherent screaming behind you. You left you feet to take you where ever they wanted, leaving you wandering to a nearby bridge. You sigh, sitting down with your feet dangling above the cold rushing water. You look out, a chill running up your spine for the cool wind blowing. Your hands loosely hold the edge of the plywood, and you continue watching the water wash over the rocks. You stay there, reminiscing on when things worked out perfectly between yourself and Yoongi.

“Why’d you leave?” Yoongi’s voice came behind you.

You look straight, never breaking your stare on the reflection of the moon. He caves, sitting next to you. Instead of staring where you are, he stares at your profile. “I’m done.” You say, still not looking at him. There’s a gust of wind that blows your hair gently. “I can’t be with you if rumors keep coming up of you with someone else.”

You see him nod slowly while looking down, “I understand.”

“I’m not even sure if we care about each other anymore with how busy you are.” You confess, “I don’t even know if I love you anymore.”

He bites his lip, and you’re seeing all this through the corner of your eye. “I won’t hold you back, but do know those are all rumors and do know I still love you with all my heart. Just ask any one of the boys,” He licks his lips, standing up. “Let me get you home at least, you’ll catch a cold.” You shake your head, still looking down. “Get up jagi-” He goes to grab your arm but you push him.

“How can you treat it like its nothing—like we’re nothing?” You stood up, beginning to get angry at his suddenly calm tone. “Huh?” You shove him roughly with both of you hands. “How many more rumors are gonna pop up, huh?” You keep pushing him, “Why don’t you fight? Why am I the only one fighting for this relationship to stay alive? Why can’t you just feel something for once? Feel my hurt, feel my love—give me back the love.”

“What am I supposed to do?” He gets louder, “Say I fucking love you all the times you do? I do! I tell you even when you’re mad! Because I do love you, (Y/N)! I love you so much you won’t even know! But when I come home from tour, you pick at me instead! I work hard to give us—no, you—good things in life.” He breathed harshly, “Have you ever looked in the closet? How many things have I gotten for you?”

“Oh, so a bag is supposed to show me you love me? I’m you’re girlfriend, not some prostitute you pay off when you’re done.”

“How do I say it besides I love you? I can't—that’s why. You know how hard it is for me to tell you shit-”

“Then get over it.” You say slowly.

“Get over it? You want me to learn how to express my emotions? Want me to do the things you do? Fine.” He takes his hat off, “All this could be gone, but without you I’m not anything.” He threw it into the water, “See? Here take this too!” He yelled, throwing his chain in there. “I don’t need that to be happy when I have you. I don’t need my music, I don’t need anything besides you being next to me. Why don’t you open up your eyes and see? I hate not being able to be with you, I hate the idea of some dude trying to get you naked and I’m not here to stop it! While I’m away the only thing I think about is what you’re doing, if you’re okay, and if I have enough time to call you. I worry about you every second of everyday. Is that better?” He stood with his arms out.

“Just show me you love me..” You felt your tears coming again.

“I need you..” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “I need you, so much..” Your hair muffled his voice as he buried his face in your neck. “Those girls weren’t anything—they were the makeup women there. They’re stylists that took me out to show me what to wear, and they all hit on me; I won’t deny that. But I am not going to cheat on you,” He pulled away, holding your arms. “They meant nothing, and they asked for my number. Want me to tell you exactly everything that happened?” You nodded, wiping your cheeks. “They told me that our manager had told them to take me out to get a couple of things at the store, and I was gullible enough to believe them. I didn’t want to take the chance for it to be true, and me to get in trouble. I have a girl to provide for,” He played with your hair lightly, “They touched me, flirted, and did everything they could to try to change my mind after I repeatedly told them I have someone. You know how mean I can be if I really wanted to,”

You look down and laugh lightly, “Yeah, I know.”

“I was being like that to them, and eventually they gave up and called me a—what was it?” He pretended to think, “Ah! A ‘rude asshole’, yeah.”

“Because of the way you acted?”

“Why else? Also, a funny thing,” He covered his mouth, “They tried to make me buy them all this expensive shit, too.”

“What’d you say?” You asked, smiling at his gummy cutesy smile.

“My girlfriend has a better taste,” He smirked, “They wanted trashy things.”

“What’d they do?” You wrap your arms around his waist.

“They got pissed.” He laughed, hugging you back. “Like I said: they don’t mean shit to me. You’re the only girl in my life,” You felt the top of your head being kissed, “I’m sorry I made you go through that.”

“I’m sorry I lied about not loving you or caring,”

“As long as you really do, I’m fine.” He rubbed your back.

“I love you.” You looked up at him.

“I love you, (Y/N)..” He looked down at you.

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Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler X Reader 

Request: Yes

Prompt:  Can I request a MGG X Reader where in public the reader trips or something and she’s embarrassed, mgg sees her and trips (or something) as well to make her feel better and not as embarrassed. They end up going on a date and he takes her to the renaissance festival, she tells him she was sexually assaulted as a teen and she has a four year old daughter. Mgg wants to meet her so they go to her house. And lotssssss of fluff. I apologize it’s so long


The late October air ripped at your exposed skin through your thin cardigan, you’d just dropped Lily, your four year old off at pre-school (kindergarten) before rushing to get your usual mocha and running to your job. You can admit most mornings were pretty hectic, since your company specialised in decor and Halloween was right round the corner your days had been even more busy. 

Just as you left the coffee shop, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, it was your boss Sammy. 

Text from: Sammy 

Hey (y/n)! Since you’re running kinda late could you possibly grab the decorations from the warehouse we visited last week,it’s only one box! Thanks. Sammy. 

Shoving your phone into your pocket you made a quick turn, tripped on your feet and landed right on your face in the busy street, coffee spilling onto the floor beside you. Blushing you managed to stand up, noticing a tall man staring at you from the coffee shop you’d visited before. He must have seen your embarrassment so he walked towards you, and threw himself onto the ground face first. 

Quickly you ran over to him, his laughter filled your ears as you got closer. 

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” You asked, offering him a hand up. 

“I’m perfectly fine, as long as you’re okay. I figured if I could stop you from feeling embarrassed it would be worth a fall.” He smiled. His hazel eyes formed crinkles when he smiled, making him look even more cheerful. He pulled a hand through his shoulder length brown hair and rose the other and to you. 

“Matthew.” He smiled again, his cheerfulness almost made you forget that you had just fallen. 

“(Y/N), and it was lovely meeting you Matthew but I have to go collect boxes.” You said, shaking his hand before brushing down your fairly dirty grey t-shirt, Jack Skellington was plastered on the front. 

“Let me help, I’m in no rush anywhere.” He offered, you really didn’t want to waste his time but he did offer and you didn’t wanna pass up help on carrying heavy boxes to work, so you nodded and you were both on your way to the warehouse. 

The short walk there was filled with small talk, but Matthew was hilarious and he was so kind, he complimented you a lot and it made you smile. Just as you predicted, Sammy’s “one” box was 4 boxes, so you mentally thanked yourself for accepting Matthew’s help. 

“So, real talk how fun is it working when all you do is set up store windows and get to play with the decorations?” Matthew asked, you smiled at his childlike attitude to life. 

“Well..yeah it’s pretty fun.” You laughed leaving out the stress of Christmas and Halloween demands, not to put a downer on the answer. 

“Well, thank you for helping me.” You smiled, he nodded as you approached the small store you work at. 

“No problem (Y/N)! I was actually wondering, if maybe, you’d like to, y’know, go out sometime?” He asked, you couldn’t help but smile even harder. 

“Yes, yes I’d really like that!” You answered, dropping the boxes in the doorway. 

“Here’s my number.” Matthew said, pulling out a notepad and scribbling onto a page before messily tearing it out. 

“I’ll be sure to text you, see you soon.” You said, folding the paper and waving as he walked away. 

“Oh! Matthew, here’s (£/$)5, go buy yourself another coffee since you spilled yours to save my dignity.” He laughed and shook his head. 

“Keep it, your smile afterwards was rewarding enough.” He smiled, before he waved one more time and left. 

2 days later 

You and Matthew had been texting non stop and decided to go on a date tonight to the renaissance festival and since it was so close to Halloween you’d decided on the All Hallows Eve evening (I hope this is right I honestly tried to research this). You bundled up in a warm jacket, with a cream jumper and black skinny jeans, pulling on your white converse. Your (y/c) hair was pulled back into a ponytail and you had your normal makeup on. 

“Mummy is going out tonight. You need to be good, you’re having a babysitter and she’s mummy’s friend Lucy. You know Lucy?” Lily nodded and you smiled before turning to Lucy. 

“Okay, she’ll probably fall asleep and call me if you have any problems. I’ll be back later, bye bye.” You said, giving Lily a hug and turning to the door. 

Matthew walked to your door as you shut it, you smiled at him. 

“Hey!” He smiled back, linking your arm with his as you began the short 15 minute walk to the festival. Matthew looked even more attractive in a checked shirt, knitted sweater and black jeans. You smiled to yourself at the sight of him in glasses, making him look even more adorable. 

You walked through the crowded streets before arriving, Matthew making you smile and laugh the whole walk, before offering to buy you a hot chocolate from a stand nearby. You accepted his offer greatly, with the cold air attacking your exposed hands. 

As Matthew handed you the warm cup your hands melted into the warmth of the cup. 

“Thank you so much.” You smiled to the stand worker, he nodded and offered you a smile before handing Matthew his cup. 

“Thanks, dude.” Matthew smiled. You couldn’t help but think of how amazing Matthew and Lily would get along, with his childlike behaviour and kind heart. 

“Well, how would you like to spend the night?” You honestly missed Lily, it was the first time you’d been away from her on an evening since she was two. 

“Well. I um.” You started before a guy wolf whistled you. Suddenly you became uncomfortable, and Matthew noticed. 

“Hey, he’s an asshole.” He said, attempting to put a comforting hand on your back but you flinched away. Giving Matthew an apologetic look straight after. 

“(Y/N)…what’s wrong?” He asked, slowly coming closer. You dropped onto a bench near the area you were stood, and patted next to you. Matthew sheepishly sat down. 

“Okay, so this is going to be a lot to take in on a first date and this is why a lot of people leave so I just want you to know before I start it’s okay if you want to leave after I tell you this.” You stared, he nodded looking confused and upset. 

“I was sexually assaulted in my previous relationship, and I took it all but when I became pregnant with Lily I couldn’t take it anymore so I left. But since then things like wolf whistling and touching really make me uncomfortable, because it’s what his friends used to do to me when he had them around. It’s all a bit much and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before that I have a daughter, I didn’t want you to think less of me.” You breathed, Matthew held his hand out, and slowly you accepted the contact between you. He smiled lightly. 

“I’m not leaving.” He spoke sternly, and it made you feel so safe. You nodded and smiled, looking into his eyes again. 

“I’d like you to meet Lily, if you’d like?” You asked him, his eyes lit up and his smile grew wider. 

“Right now? Yes! Of course I’d love to meet her!” He giggled, and in that moment you realised how genuinely perfect Matthew was for you. Quickly you left the festival and walked to your house, you explained to Matthew that Lily doesn’t take well to new people so to give her time and she’ll soon be his best friend and he paid attention to every detail you had to say. 

Once you arrived, you entered to find Lucy and Lily playing with Lily’s tea set. “Mummy is home early Lily, and she’s with a friend.” Lucy spoke, shooting you a questioning look. You just rolled your eyes. 

“Thanks for taking care of her Lucy, Matthew wanted to meet her and I figured why not.” You smiled, handing her her money for the babysitting fee. She nodded and smiled at Matthew, before thanking you and saying bye to Lily. 

Once Lucy had left you picked Lily up in your arms and planted little kisses all over her face while she giggled, setting her down she grabbed your hand and sat you down on the floor in front of her tea set. 

“We’re having a tea party.” She spoke, you nodded at her and she waked over to the couch where Matthew sat. Grabbing his hand she lead him over and sat him next to you. 

“I’m Lily, this is my mummy. Who are you?” She asked Matthew, making you giggle. 

“I’m Matthew, nice to meet you Lily.” He smiled, she nodded and hugged him. “Matthew is a nice name.” She said before sitting down opposite you both. 

“Mummy, does Matthew like tea?” She asked you. 

“Why don’t you ask him?” You said, urging her to talk to Matthew. 

“Do you like tea?” She said, handing Matthew a plastic tea cup and saucer. 

“I do Lily.” He smiled, allowing her to pour orange juice from her tea pot into his cup. He sipped it and gave her a wide smile. 

“This is the best tea ever!” He said, making Lily smile. 

You spent the night having a tea party with Lily, and ended it with Lily sat on Matthew’s lap as you all watched Finding Nemo, one of Lily’s favourite movies. 

“Matthew, are you going to be my new daddy?” She asked him, making you turn bright red. 

“Oh Lily, you can’t ask that!” You said, turning more red in the face. 

“It depends on if mummy want’s to keep seeing me, do you think she should go out with me next week Lily?” He asked her. 

“Yes, go out and get married.” Lily nodded, Matthew laughed. 

“Maybe I can take you and mummy to lunch, sound good?” Matthew asked, Lily nodded again. 

“Lunch sounds good.” She confirmed. Looks like you have another date next week. 

Honest Eyes [Chapter Three]

Surprise. SFW, 2.123 words. Find/read previous parts here.


Honest Eyes [Chapter Three]

Grace Helbig does not have brown eyes.

It’s something that she tries to get out of her head, desperately. But every weekday she gets a notification of her subscriptions on YouTube, and every weekday she can’t help but look at the blonde on her screen. Grace seems perfectly fine, and perhaps that’s what bothers Hannah the most of all. Not the way that Hannah’s stomach still flips when she looks into hazel for a bit too long, not the way Grace smiles into the camera; just the way she seems so goddamn okay with all of this. Because God knows Hannah is far from fine. She knows it, Mamrie knows it, and Sarah most definitely knows it.

Twelve days after Grace rushes out of Hannah’s house and jumps into a taxi, Sarah shows up at her doorstep. Hannah knows something is bound to happen by the blonde’s determined glare and the fact she’s carrying a couple of bags.

“I’m fine.” She tries, as Sarah pushes past her, “There’s no need.”

“You have not left your house in nearly two weeks.” Sarah sighs, walking into Hannah’s kitchen and putting the bags onto the counter, “I’m staging an intervention.”

“No offence, but you don’t even know -”

“Oh please.” The blonde shrugs her jacket off and throws it over the back of one of the chairs, “The Grace thing? Everyone knows.”

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a cure for the weight of the world 8/?

epilogue fic, Dirk pov. sfw, about 1500 words. takes place directly after the last part 7. (links are being weird rn so if these don’t work on your dash i think they’ll work from my blog) 

previous parts, also on the Ao3

Dirk: Cope Poorly

But that would suggest you were coping at all.   

You are in the tallest building on the highest floor, but it’s all wrong. When you push yourself away from your desk it doesn’t rattle and the wheels on your chair don’t squeak. They don’t catch in worn-down carpet. The air doesn’t thicken your breaths. You had known that apartment like you know your own body, its rooms extensions of your arms and legs. Wires, posters, cans stacked to the ceiling, everything chronically damp and depressingly mildewed.

This is marble counters and clean skylights, a fridge full of perishable food and a fucking bathtub. This is not being able to bring yourself to hang a single poster because you don’t want to mark up the perfectly painted walls. Too huge, too empty, even after you spread the contents of your sylladex across it.

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homeinabookshelf  asked:

Hi! Your writing gives me life!! Could you please write sterek for the prompt "I fell out of a closet in Ikea yelling 'for Narnia' and landed on top of you"?

you sent me this prompt forever ago, and i’m not sure it’s really what you wanted??? but i hope it’s okay. so have 2k-ish of kid-in-an-adult’s-body!stiles (not literally) and grumpy!derek

Stiles generally likes to think that he’s a mature adult. Seventy-five percent of the time, at least.

But, well. It’s Ikea, alright? He hasn’t been in an Ikea in years – not since junior year of high school, when he and Scott got banned from the one in nearby Beacon Heights after they managed to knock over a bunk bed. On accident, of course! Not that the salespeople had believed them, because apparently it takes significant force to knock down a bunk bed.

Apparently the lifetime ban does not extend to Ikea branches other than the one in Beacon Heights, though, which is why Stiles is currently trying to resist the magnetic pull every bed in the place seems to magically exude. Apparently Allison and Lydia’s bed broke, and they need help carrying and setting up the new one. (Stiles isn’t quite sure if he wants to know how they broke it in the first place or not.)

“We should have just waited until Malia and Kira had time to come with us,” Allison sighs, and Scott shoots up from where he’d flopped down on a bed, giving Allison a slightly guilty look. “This place does strange things to you two.”

“I don’t understand how you don’t feel it,” Stiles grumbles, giving Scott a consoling look. “I swear, it’s like every piece of furniture is calling to me. I have to touch it – ”

“No,” Lydia says, slapping his hand away from where it’s straying towards a lamp. “We’ll try to make this fast, but whatever you do, do not touch. Got it?”

Scott and Stiles sigh in sync, and then high-five each other for their coordination. Lydia rolls her eyes, and Allison gives her a little consoling pat on the shoulder.

Of course, the problem is that Allison and Lydia can’t chaperone them the entire time. And, well. The closet is just too tempting.

Stiles has it timed perfectly. He waits, his ear pressed against the door, for Scott to round the corner and –

“FOR NARNIA!” he hollers as he bursts out of the closet and pounces on Scott.

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We'll Find Our Way (HSS Part 2)

Title: (Official) We’ll Find Our Way (Recognizable) High School Sweetheart Part 2 (Part 1)

Author: afreckledangel

Word Count: 2,404

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mention of family member death, near asphyxiation

Summary: Several years after dating Dean Winchester in high school, the reader herself is a hunter and accidentally meets up with both Sam and Dean. 

A/N: Sorry this took so darn long! There were all kinds of problems in completing it, but I did it. I hope it meets expectations!


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Much Better Than Studying

(A/N: I couldn’t decide how to end this…if you want more (or a part 2) let me know! I always appreciate feedback. As always, texts are in italics or bold. xx.) 

Imagine that you’re sprawled out across your bed one night, countless text books, high lighters, and index cards enclosing you. You had a massive exam coming up and for once in your life, you were determined to pass with flying colors. Admittedly, you had been at it for hours and hadn’t made much progress; typical. You had only been studying for 15 minutes after your most recent intermission (in which you made macaroni and cheese) when you heard your phone buzz across the room — once, twice, three times. When you got up to check, you noticed that all three messages were from your best friend Ashton: 

Hola, y/n! Luke, Calum, and I are going for drinks, up for it? 

Shit, you have that test tomorrow, don’t you? Never mind, STUDY HARD, DUDE!!!

But I mean…If you can come please do. 

You smiled at the messages, taking a mental note at how Ashton those texts were. You’d known him for years, ever since primary school. Needless to say, you had gotten really good at reading him when others couldn’t, and these text messages told you that something was up. He’d never admit it, he had to stay strong for those he loved, but something was wrong. 

Ash…what happened? Are you okay? 

I hate that you always know. I’m fine, just had a shit day. Luke’s being a bit of an ass. Complained about my drumming. Just come if you can, okay?

Even though you took pride in knowing him better than he knew himself, you did feel a pang of sadness. Setting your phone down to throw on an outfit more “club” attire, Ashton’s name replayed in your mind like your favorite song on a summer’s day and you weren’t sure why. Just as you were about to leave, you heard your phone vibrate again, this time many more times than before. 

Dude, I’ve had the worst day, she is all I’ve thought about and every time I do, I have an overwhelming urge to get wasted. That and I need to get laid…HELP ME!!!




You decided not to text back, to leave Ashton sweating it out at the bar. Probably white knuckling his beer bottle and staring at his phone, so you drove over to the club as quickly as you could. You walked in, wearing a tight navy blue dress, denim jacket, and nude high heels. Ashton was at the bar, his leg bouncing up and down as he swigged back his beer, clearly anxious. You walked over towards him and sat down on the stool to  his left. 

“Y/n! Oh thank god, I thought I scared you off!” He laughed, throwing his arms out to pull you into a hug.

“Babe, I’ve known you for years, I walked in on you wanking when you were 14. I think we’ve crossed that line.” You said into his shoulder. He pushed you back at arms length to look at you. You watched his eyes rake over your body greedily, an action that you definitely appreciated, but there was something else there. His eyes were dark with sadness and anxiety, not lust or anger. 

“Ash, are you going to tell me what’s wrong or should I buy you three more beers?” you pried. 

He stayed silent for a few moments, staring into your eyes as if he was trying to decide what to say. He turned to face straight ahead, 

“Yeah, you’re wearing something too revealing, you’ll attract the wrong men, and then I’ll have to protect you and pick up the pieces like I always do.” He mumbled, his lips hovering over the neck of the bottle. 

“Okay, so that’s bullshit, Ashton. I’m going to go say hi to Cal and Luke while you mope around. Feel free to talk to me when you mature a little bit.” you snapped, leaving him alone. 

Admittedly, he was right, you hadn’t had to best of luck in the dating department; most of the guys ended up being jerks. Either that, or they just wanted to have sex. But he had no right to call you out like that, especially since you gave up your revision to make HIM feel better. Talk about jerks.

“Heeeey, y/n!” Calum squealed, clearly already more drunk than Ashton was. 

“Hi, doll face!” you replied, ruffling his jet black hair, glad to see a happy face.

“Wanna dance with us?” he asked, motioning to Luke who was currently pretending to throw a fishing line your way. 

Laughing heartily at Luke’s lameness, you responded, “Of course! I could use a nice dance!” 

You made your way towards the dance floor and stood in between the two, rather drunk, boys and let the music envelop you — swaying to the rhythm, your eyes closed, Luke’s hands on your hips and laughter surrounding you. You opened your eyes to see Ashton, still sitting at the bar, glaring at you. His eyes were dark again, this time with anger, his jaw clenched shut, and legs completely still. You kept eye contact for a few moments just to spite him, until you turned around to face Luke,

“Hey, will you go get me a rum and coke?"  you yelled into his ear. 

"Sure, I’ll be right back!” he responded, leaving you dancing alone. (Calum had long since sat down at the nearby sofa, dizzy and tired, and trying to chat up the girls nearest to him.) 

A man that you didn’t know walked up behind you, his warm breath crawling down your neck as he said, “You look absolutely amazing when you dance, baby.”

You hummed at the appreciation and let him put his arms around you, pushing yourself on him and noticing his pleased reaction. This was fun, it was exactly the kind of break that you needed from studying…and if Ashton wasn’t going to talk to you, the least you could do was enjoy yourself. 

You kept dancing, and realized that Luke had never come back with your drink. You glanced around to see him next to Calum, blushing in the middle of a group of girls. Ashton wasn’t at the bar anymore, his stool was empty and the handful of bottles remained lined up perfectly, the labels picked off. Guessing that he went home to sulk, you turned to face your dancing partner, telling yourself that Ashton would be okay for tonight, he probably just needed to sleep it off, you’d call him first thing in the morning. The man you were dancing with (his name was James, a second year uni student), moved his hands down your back and settled on your ass. 

“Get the fuck off of her.” A voice from behind you said. You whirled around to see Ashton, fists clenched, glaring aggressively at James. 

“Dude, I’m sorry, bro…I didn’t know she had a boyfriend” James said, hands up in the air in an act of surrender. 

Ashton spoke lowly, his voice thick, “She doesn’t. And you won’t be one to her either. Now piss off.” 

James quickly moved away, leaving you and Ashton. “What the HELL was that?!” You yelled, throwing your hands in the air. 

“He was just wanting to get you in bed with him, y/n, open your eyes! it’s all they ever want to do.” He said, his voice still barely above a whisper. 

You rolled your eyes and couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Look, Ashton. i appreciate that you’re trying to be all ‘Big Brother’ for me, but I don’t need you to. Maybe I wanted to have a one night stand, did you ever think about that?!” you questioned. “You have no room to judge me, Ashton,  you’re the one who said you needed to get laid, remember?” You jabbed, noticing his expressions falling. 

“I’m going home.” you said when he refused to say anything back, just standing and staring at you like a frozen figure. You walked towards the couches, said your goodbyes, and walked out of the door. Turning to go down the street, you felt a hand grab your elbow harshly and jerk you backwards. 


"No?” You asked in disbelief. “No?! i can’t go home? Ash, I don’t know what’s gotten into you.” You said meekly, slightly afraid of the look on his face, knowing full well of his strength and capabilities. 

“No, y/n, you can’t leave yet. We’re going to talk.” He said, eyes firmly on you. 

You shrugged him off of you, leaning up against the brick wall, “Okay, let’s talk, Ashton.” you said flatly. 

He stood in front of you, hands in the pockets of his black skinny jeans with a hole in the left knee; his t-shirt was grey with a faded graphic of the Rolling Stones logo. 

“I’m sorry that I scared off your…man…or whatever the hell that dick was.” he started, shuffling closer to you, the low light of the alley gleaming in his eyes. “I did have a good reason though.." 

"Oh, and what good reason did you have to take away my right to happiness?” you interrupted, crossing your arms. 

He placed his right hand flatly on the wall behind you, the angle causing him to lean towards you. The smell of his cologne wrapped around you, your eyes lulling.

“This.” he whispered, placing his lips to the corner of your jaw. 

“And this..” his lips moving to the skin below your ear. 

“…And especially this.” he purred, taking your ear lobe between his teeth.