although i know i have shit to do

I don't know why y'all were expecting Junkrat to have a cinematic with the same animation style as "dragons" lmao.

He’s Junkrat.

Junkrat.

If he DIDNT get a wily coyote map reveal short then it wouldn’t be true to…Junkrat.

carly’s pynch fic rec

basically, i’ve read a lot of fic, some of which i haven’t seen on rec lists on tumblr anywhere and i just thought that had to be remedied so: here we go. ten fics sorted by word count. most of them are multichapter, and rated M or E.

★★★★★144k+ words, rated M, completed

light with a sharpened edge by poetic_leopard aka @winterblues

Adam Parrish works as a sober companion, but he has no idea of the storm that’s soon to hit him when Ronan Lynch turns out to be his newest client. (Or the one where Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch are trapped underneath the same roof for six weeks.)*Ronan, to his surprise, opened his eyes. For a breathless moment, Adam was transfixed in them. They were the color of the ocean on the most azure of nights, lightning right before it struck the ground, damp hydrangeas on a fog-swept morning. Those eyes gave him chills.

this fic!! solidly one of my favorite fics! (although, i’m only recommending my favorites) ronan is a little more of an asshole than usual, but, it’s an AU so.. it works. the writing in this is lovely and poetic and leaves you hanging off of every word. 

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Pen Pals - Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean wants to take the relationship to another level. Would the Reader want to take that risk or will she back out?

Word Count: 1.8kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Here is the second part of Pen Pals! If you want to catch up, read the first part here –> Part One. I hope you guys like this chapter. I’m sorry for not posting it fast enough. Life got in the way and I had to stop everything for a cool minute. I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always welcomed!!


Chapter Two: Long Distance Relationship

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RAQUEL’S GUIDE TO SKIN THAT LOOKS LIKE YOU JUST WON THE LOTTO

Hello there binch baguettes! After one anonymous question (such popular demand) I have put out my skin care essentials for no one to give a shit about!

Before I begin, I have a few disclaimers. Numero uno: I am not a board-certified dermatologist (although you should pray for me because im trying to get into the system) so this should not replace anything that your doctors’ have recommended for you. 

Numero dos: I used to have acne just like everyone else in this damn world! Yea it fricken sucks but you know what it goes away especially if you’re patient. I actually never went to a derm and I waited till my hormones balanced out..boom it started un-flaring lmao. 

Numero tres: whenever you want to buy skincare i highly suggest to do a patch test of it before you put it on your face. I do this buy putting a small amount on my wrist and if i see a reaction within like 24 hours (obviously like leave it on for a few min and wash it off) i throw that shit out! **this is how i found out i can’t have any products with honey in them!

Numero quatro: I love to change up my skincare products everyday, I don’t use the same thing everyday and I highly suggest you do the same thing! 

LETS GET STARTED: 

Morning: I do not wash my face in the morning! My mom always told me not to wash it in the morning because it actually dries out your face more?? So i don’t lmao. i tone my face with some witch hazel that i buy on amazon (its like william thatcher or something). Then I put on either Niacin B3 serum (also on amazon), rosehip oil (amazon), or the ordinary’s buffet serum (deceim). After that I use glossier’s priming moisturizer.. its actually not bad and it prevents any dryness that comes with using serums… Then i do my makeup and spray some rosewater to make it look like i sweated a lot 

Nights: Ok i like to do a peel every 2 weeks and by that i mean an actual acid peel! I do this to keep the pH of my skin balanced out! Your skin actually prefers acidity over basicity (umm how do you think it kills all those microbes) so shit with benzoyl peroxide is literally like putting ammonia on your skin lmao. I love Makeup Artists Choice to get my peels because they are trustworthy and they actually make their own stuff in labs!! NEVER BUY PEELS WITHOUT READING REVIEWS!! Their stuff is super affordable and I actually buy the sample sizes and they last me months! My favorite peel is the Radiance peel and it literally clears me up within a day. I love their Argan oil because it’s 100% virgin with no additives and its the best for people with oily skin! i use it after peels because you need something moisturizing without any acids in it! If im not doing peels (theres also lactic acid and mandelic acid) I use their gly-uronic serum which is actually great for any breakouts or even smoothing out wrinkles and of course I wait a few minutes and slab on that moisturizer!! 

Thats pretty much it.. i tried to keep it short 

|Late Night Conversations| R.MANTLE /PART ONE\

It was hard day for me. My arm is bandaged, it hurt like shit but I have this thing for you and I hope you’ll like it. 

Funny story: I came up with this idea when my doctor pulled the glass out of my skin. I’m good fam. I’m a survivor ;)) 

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings. 


I’m not supposed to be like this. 

I’m not supposed to be the sad girl who doesn’t know where the hell she’s going and what the fuck she’s doing. I’m not supposed to care too much about what anyone thinks and I’m not supposed to let words affect my choices. 

I’m supposed to be that bitchy, funny maybe a little nice girl that hungs out with her friends on weekends and goes to an average school to pursue average career. 

So far. I’ve menaged to let one person change up my life like a span of a few months. What’s killing me? I think some part of me thinks I’m supposed to be the girl who cares too much for her own good. 

My parents don’t understand me. I don’t blame them. I fucking love my parents but sometimes, I just need a break. I need a break from a lot of people and I need a break to recycle my old self to keep anyone from getting in and ripping my heart to shreds. 

Sort of like how I’m feeling right now. 

There’s no way to better describe this feelng other than the fact that I’ve tried to drown my feelings multiple times, only to find out those fuckers can swim and do  water tricks as well. 

Exams have been like hell, although I did imagine this week to consist of Reggie kissing up my neck as I study. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, he’s gone, whatever, he didn’t choose me so fuck him right?

It’s been a few days since Reggie left, and a few days since Archie and I last spoke . Archie and I have been making eye contact at most, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he has so much to say but can’t. 
I’ve ignored his glances and ignored his silent plea’s to confess to him my true feelings and opinion, so far it’s been good. 

In other news speaking, Reggie’s been leaving me numerous messages, in all shapes and sizes, and every single on of them made my feeling stronger than a rock.

iMessage from Reggie:

i feel sad i dont like this 

(read: 11:34pm 12/04/2017) 





iMessage from: Reggie

i let you down and i know that, but im gonna need u to not give up on me okay?

(read: 9:10am: 13/04/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what is it or what we are but all i know is that im here in the middle of nowhere hungover as fuck by myself thinking of you and only you

(read: 2:47pm 14/14/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what to do

(read: 9;15pm  14/14/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

youre mine 

(read: 1:42am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

baby girl 

please let me know ur okay

(read: 1:45am 15/04/2017) 



iMessage from Reggie: 

i miss you like crazy 

(read: 1:50am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 


im not to blame i swear to you

im so scared 


(read: 3:05am 16/05/2017) 

I sat there re-reading every message he sent, analyzing over the words and thinking about what he meand by all of them. This alien feeling in my stomach makes my eyes water whenever and my lips quiver as I read. I don’t know this feeling, and I don’t like this. Reggie’s that kind of persons, he’s the kind I think I’d never be fully mad at. 

I lay in my bed in the late at night. Thinking of nothing but Reggie’s body an my last fucking exam tommorow morning. I like this quietness, althought it would be better with Reggie. Fuck. I should stop thinking like that. I like the moonlight at this time and I like the feeling on my skin against the bed. I like it, all that it is

Just as I was about to exit my messages app, it scrolls back down to Reggie’s chat, notifying me of a new message. 

iMessage from Reggie

i wanna go home 

you read that in 2 second, u were waiting for me? please tell me u were waiting for me 

i miss your lips 

so damn much i could almost taste them 


(read: 3:27am) 


I feel so tempted to reply back. To tell him that thoughs of him have taken over my brain and I can’t help but feel like shit although he’s the one doing all the demage. He’s the one who walked out when I asked him to come clean with me, and he’s the one running away now for a reason he won’t bother telling me. 

I need to stop reminding myself that we’re not together. He can do whatever the hell he wants and i have nothing to say in it whatsoever. I can’t even allow myself to be mad at him. 

I debate in my head wheter I sould reply to ease this misery, knowing he’d been messaging me desperately for the past few days. I miss him like hell. If this is what it felt like not having his arms curled up around my body and his hair tickling my neck. I can only imagine what it would feel like withouth him at all. I decide to message him, a reply something he said says ago. My fingers type the words, staring at them for a few seconds before I press send. 

iMessage to: Reggie

I’m yours 


iMessage from: Reggie 

really?? u decide to text me back when i go to pee? now im happy and the pee wont come out properly 


iMessage to: Reggie

where r u? 


iMessage from Reggie 


im scared and im tired and i just want you 

i fucked up so bad princess, like i always do, but i want you so fucking bad 



iMessage to Reggie

you already have me 




iMessage from Reggie 

now 

i want you now 


iMessage to Reggie

my heart hurts Reggie 

and the only person i can tell is the person who hurt me 

you 

so fuck you 


iMessage from: Reggie

you dont understand 


iMessage to Reggie 

then explain, cause i cant go through this, im not someone you can play with and throw away, talk to me, im beggining you to talk to me 


iMessage from Reggie: 

park on 5th, right fucking now! 



PART TWO

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Little Monster part 1

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual activity (NSFW) and accusations of abuse. Oh, and foul language. Skip the NSFW by skipping the cursive part! (that’s why it’s cursive too hehe)

Word count: 1.707

Summary: You’re an arts student on the verge of graduating when you get the verdict: either you do an extra year or you take one extra, mandatory course to salvage your reputation. You hold a grudge against history and would rather be fooling around with your boyfriend than sitting in a bleak auditorium listening to some old fart’s war stories. Turns out that fossil isn’t as old as you thought he’d be and soon you’re begging for taste of Professor Rogers, taking advantage of the high life.

A/N: As I’m finishing up on Manhattan Mistress, I’d like to pitch this little series based on the newly released photographs Chris Evans did for Vogue (and Esquire). They just screamed recently divorced college professor/high society beau/sugar daddy to me so here it is!

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Daddy’s Eyes

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 4,056

Prompt/Summary: ‘I’m pregnant.’ (dialogue prompt) / Negan and his wife decide to have a second baby together.

Warnings: Very light smut.

Written For: Jessie’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge

Note: This is another one set in my pre-apocalypse AU… I swear someday I’ll write a story about Negan that’s actually set in TWD world, lol. Sorry I didn’t go all the way with writing the smut; I’m really not good at writing full on smut. And sorry for the odd title. I am the Worst at coming with titles for fics and often just use song titles.

Also, I may do a part two to this one where Lucille meets her little brother or sister, just because I think that’d be cute AF.

Tagging: @grimes-slut, @negans-network, @jdms-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @fuckinjdm, @jeffreydeanneganstrash, @sweetsweetpeach (Want to be added? Send me an ask!)

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Update: Sherlolly: A Male Newbie’s Perspective.

So…the long awaited Sherlolly: A Male Newbie’s Perspective, is on it’s way. Promise!! I had no idea my son and his friend’s comments would be received with so much interest. Live and learn, right? Truth be told, their response to His Last Vow wasn’t nearly as interesting as their previous thoughts. In my humble opinion. They watched with rapt attention, and offered - quite vocally - their thoughts on the overall episode, which was far more serious than TEH and TSoT. I’ll finish it up over the weekend.

In the meantime, for those who asked, and because it’s still fresh in my mind – here’s a few conversations that took place amongst my daughter and sister, after The Final Problem. Parts of the conversations are slightly paraphrased, although I did have a chat record with @swjmart about those conversations immediately afterward, while they were fresh in my memory.

I feel a bit silly posting this, but given all the crap Sherlollians have put up with over the years, I wanna add to this ship and see it turn into an Arc. Just sayin’.

I’ll start with my sister, who is the quintessential casual viewer. She didn’t start watching Sherlock until this past autumn, when she binged on Netflix. Lucky girl – she did not put herself through an agonizing three year hiatus. Whether she realizes it or not – she digs Sherlolly! Yay!


It all started with a late morning phone call….


Sister (which will be referred to by ’S’): So, did you watch Sherlock?

Me: Surely you jest.

S: Just thought I’d ask. Did you like it?

Me: Of course. You?

S – Oh gosh yes! T (her hubby), sat on the edge of his seat the whole time, even covered his face in a few places.

Me: God, he’s such a pussy.

S: What?

Me: Never-mind. So, what’d ya think.

S: It was excellent – I loved the whole season, but wish there was more than three episodes.

Me: Welcome to fandom.

S: Pardon?

Me: Nothing. Continue.

S: Can you even imagine having a sister that brilliant and insane? That was so heartbreaking. Really, T almost cried.

Me:  I know, completely mind-blowing, although there were clues in previous episodes that some shit went down. (silently begging her to get to the good part about Molly and Sherlock saying I love you, but not wanting to be overly obvious.)

S: I wish you’d stop swearing. (sister does not swear ~le sigh~)

Me: Do you know that recent studies showed people who swear —

S: Whatever, P. Those clues never indicated a child was murdered.

Me: I know, but even though it was ‘technically’ murder, I don’t think that was the intention of five year old Eurus. She wanted her brother to play.

Me: Hmmm. Weren’t you even a bit disappointed that nothing was said or shown about Victor Trevor’s family, or any investigation? (I’m not being serious, of course, just baiting for opinion)

S: No, it’s not that kind of show. It’s not CSI Sherlock.

(now I get to go in for what I really want to know!)

Me: But there were so many things left unresolved!

S: Like what?

Me: What do you mean 'like what?’ I thought you said you watched.

S: T and I thought the season finale was great – there was nothing left unresolved. I don’t know if they’re going to make another season, because all the actors are so in demand, but if not – I don’t know how it could have ended more perfectly. The only thing I’m really sad about is Mary dying. She was such an interesting character and I liked her a lot.

Me: You didn’t get put off that she shot Sherlock? At one point I found it very hard to believe how easily she was forgiven.

S: Of course shooting the protagonist was dramatic, but he didn’t mind, why should you?

Me: What?

S: You do know these are fictional characters, right?

Me: Don’t be ridiculous.

S: These characters are very dark and most of the time suicidal. Sherlock was on drugs probably all of season three and most of season 4, so of course he didn’t have a problem forgiving Mary. He probably admired her for it. They’re fun to watch, but you can’t think of them as normal – they’re not. Except for Molly. She is the only relatable character. I think she’s T’s favorite part of the show. It’s just too bad they didn’t give her more.

Me: Agree. But…but what about the Molly / Sherlock phone call dealio? I mean, what happened there? The only thing we got after that was a 2 second montage of Molly walking into Baker St.

S: So?

Me: So?! What happened? One minute she’s crying, Sherlock’s smashing a coffin and then she’s all smiles. WTF?

S: They’re not going to show that. I thought you preferred British television over American? British television is always more subtle.

Me: I know, but still – they could have given something more than a stupid montage.

S: They got married. That wasn’t hard to figure out.

Me: What? LOL!

S: Molly has always loved him, anyone who watched the show could see that. Sherlock is probably the most emotionally constipated fictional character ever written - Spock doesn’t count because he’s Vulcan - and he finally realized he loves her too. Probably always has. They’ve been building this up from the beginning. Didn’t you ever pay attention to all the stuff he pulled? Sabotaging her date before he knew that guy was his enemy? He told her to give up on relationships. It’s not like he was joking, although it was funny. He’s literal about that stuff. He didn’t want her to date because he couldn’t cope, it was about him, not her. T really loved that part – wished he would have thought about it when he was trying to date me. Then there’s Sherlock’s temper tantrums, and getting her to do things he could do himself. It’s typical stuff men do when they’re jealous or stupid. They think they’re being smart, like no one can see through all their crap.

Me: Looking at it that way, he probably broke up her engagement, too.

S: Oh, you know he did. T called it right away. What episode was that, where he told her how important she was and basically had eye sex with her. If it had been any other woman they probably would have burst out laughing. What a guy move.

Me: Ummm, the one where he came back, that one? And, btw, I wouldn’t have laughed if Benedict Cumberbatch was staring into my eyes.

(okay, this is literally the most surreal convo I’ve ever had with my sister. I had. no. idea. she even thought about stuff like this.)

S: Well, he’s not Benedict Cumberbatch, he’s Sherlock, lol! Not real life, remember? And, yes, that’s the episode. After that scene T said, 'her engagement just ended.’ Thought it was a smooth move. I’m telling you, this is typical guy stuff.

Me: He probably caused her to doubt herself.

S: It doesn’t matter, it wouldn’t have lasted anyway. It was over when Sherlock came back.

Me: So, why do you think they got married?

S: How old is Sherlock and these guys? Mid to late 30’s? What do you think he’s going to do? Start dating? He’s not going to do that. He can barely cope with what he does feel and Molly is patient and independent enough to be his partner and she’s not needy. Which is good because he is.

Me: So you didn’t see her as weak with unrequited love?

S: Where would you get that idea? Who cares if she’s loved him the whole time. It’s not like she sat around waiting for him to do something about it. She has life and must have felt he cared too, otherwise she wouldn’t have stuck around. She’s not one of our girlfriends who has no self-will or independent thought, and lives in a constant state of angst because her boyfriend or husband is horrible and we have to constantly tell her to leave. It’s not real life. Besides, Molly is sane and helps him connect to people and the world, like John does. Speaking of which, wasn’t it the episode before this one where John gave Sherlock that big speech about how a relationship would make him complete?

Me: Yep, he did. But, he was talking about Irene Adler.

S: Oh, she doesn’t matter.

Me: No?

S: He doesn’t love her. She’s every guy’s fantasy, it’s not real. T still believes Drew Barrymore will adore him if they ever met. Keep dreaming, big guy. Anyway, the writer’s set up some big dramatic relationship thing with John’s speech. So, you knew something was going to happen between Sherlock and Molly.

Me: It’s called foreshadowing.

S: Sherlock is completely ignorant about how to do relationships and love. He trusts Molly with his feelings and heart – she kept his secret for two years about being dead - and now that he knows how much he loves her, why would he let her go? He wouldn’t do that. The only way to keep her around is to marry her. At least that’s what I think. Or, maybe they live together forever…although if I were Molly he’d have to come to my place because it’s so much nicer and she can make him leave when he’s annoying or too clingy. Besides, his place is too dangerous and it’s more like an office than a home.

Me: I just read an interview this morning from Steven Moffat, the show’s creator and writer, who said that Molly was wounded by what happened, but Sherlock was devastated. He went on to say Sherlock apologized, Molly called him a 'bastard’ and they got over it. Then he added that Molly probably had a drink and shagged someone. What the hell, right?

S: That doesn’t sound like the character I saw, but then you probably shouldn’t take stuff like this so literally. I’m sure Sherlock apologized and you could see he was devastated. She almost died – I mean, I was holding my breath and wondering if they were going to kill her. Honestly, that was the most heart-pounding part of the whole episode. Of course he was devastated, but Molly was really hurt. She thought he was making fun of her and they both thought that whatever they did have together was over at the end of that scene. Maybe what the writer is saying is that they had sex together? That would make more sense after something this horrific. Wouldn’t you? I know it’s not real life, but if you were Sherlock and realized you loved someone and that person almost died, those emotions are powerful, overwhelming and mess with your mind. They probably had sex first and then he told her what happened. You know, like couples have sex after they argue.

Me: I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.

S: The whole show is a romance, with some mysteries thrown in. It’s not Hollywood, it’s very subtle. I thought you minored in English composition and literature? You should know this stuff.

Me: I do, but just thought I’d get your take. Hey, let me ask you one more thing…there’s this idea that John moved back into Baker St.

S: Why would he do that?

Me: Probably because he did that in the books, only it was very different because they (S / J) were much older and Mary had already been dead for a long time. Of course John didn’t have a kid in the books, at least not that anyone knew of. Although, I think there’s some pastiches that suggest, or give him, a child.

S: I can’t think why that character would do something so dumb and irresponsible. He’s smarter than that. Baker St isn’t safe for a baby and why would he or Sherlock want a baby around all the time?  It’s Sherlock’s office with a bedroom. His kitchen is contaminated and he keeps body parts around. They meet clients and really dangerous people come there. Plus, John has his own house. If he did anything, maybe he should experience what single mother’s go through and have to take care of his child after working all day and saying 'no’ to things because he has to put his child first. I understand people helping out right after Mary died. Mom had all kinds of help after our dad died, remember? But, this isn’t RL and he and Sherlock have their 'the game is on’ thing, so the baby is going to be sent to be with others.

*** Pretty much the end of of our convo, unless someone wants to hear about how we planned an outing at Sephora and met for lunch…. Probably not, right?


Phone call from daughter, who is known as 'K’ – another casual viewer.


K: So, did you watch?

Me: Of course. Watching it again, to be honest. What did you think? Just give me the Molly / Sherlock low down.

K: Wow, he really lost his shit, didn’t he?

Me: Yup.

K: I honestly thought they were going to kill Molly.

Me: I was a bit worried too. So, what do you think ended up happening between them? We were only given a few seconds.

K: They got married or living together.

Me: Have you been talking with your aunt?

K: No, why?

Me: Because she said the same thing.

K: It’s the only thing that makes sense.

Me: Why do people keep saying that?

K: What else is Sherlock gonna to do? He could barely do stuff without her before he knew he loved her, and now that he knows, it’s not like he’d let her disappear.

Me: Wow, I guess something’s just aren’t that obvious to me. (just kidding, of course)

K: Yeah, well, you don’t watch much television, so maybe you don’t notice stuff.

Me: You don’t think they’d date for a while, that sort of thing?

K: Why? Like Mike (her boyfriend) said – Sherlock just got played by two women.

Me: I don’t understand.

K: The evil sister set up the test for Sherlock to get Molly to say I Love You, right?

Me: Yeah.

K: But, that’s not what it was about. Molly wouldn’t say it until he said it first, because she thought he was playing a game and making fun of her. But, his sister had been watching Molly and maybe watching Sherlock too and knew Molly loved him but would never say 'I love you’ unless Sherlock said it first. But, Sherlock is thinking he just has to get Molly to say it, when the real game was about getting him to say it. But, he’s not going to say it, he won’t even consider it, because he’s an emotional dwarf. So, the only way to get him to say it was knowing Molly wouldn’t, thereby applying the appropriate pressure needed for him to grow the fuck up and get some balls. Well, that’s what Mike said, but I agree. Molly didn’t know she was being played, but his theory still works.

Me: So, his sister played Dolly Levi.

K: No, she’s just bat-shit, fucking crazy and didn’t care. She wanted the thrill of the ride. She doesn’t understand emotional attachment

Me: But, why married?

K: Maybe not married, but they’re definitely living together in a committed relationship for life. Sherlock isn’t capable of anything less. I mean, he could be, he is smart, but I doubt it. God, mom, he railroads her all the time. He would literally implode if she went off and found someone else. I mean, think about the few genius people you know. They have no idea how to do shit and need normal people to help them.

Me: I don’t think he’s that bad off.

K: Maybe not, but he was shooting up all last season because he couldn’t cope with the changes with his friends. John got married, Molly was engaged. He was able to be part of John’s life, but not Molly’s. And he spent most of this season high as a kite. He almost overdosed on the jet when they shipped him off for killing that guy.

Me: Part of that was because Mary asked him to save John.

K: Yeah, but not the jet part. He doesn’t cope with loss and there were other ways to help John. He was dying, mom – headed toward renal failure. Maybe now that he has those memories about his sister, he’ll be able to do better and won’t have the need to self-anesthesize. Plus, he finally understands he loves Molly, like really loves her and being with her helps him stay grounded – she keeps him centered. It takes a village to raise Sherlock.

Me: True dat. So the coffin part was pretty intense.

K: It was. But, he was scared, emotionally vulnerable and couldn’t manage what he was feeling. He had to vent and the coffin was handy. I also think he realized how much he’s hurt Molly. Not just the phone call, but all the other stuff he’s done. She couldn’t trust him and almost died because of it. He got to see what he caused, the consequences of his bullshit. He didn’t know that. He never connected the emotional dots about why she couldn’t say 'I love you’. So, yes, I think he married her and probably will never, ever do another thing to cause her any doubt. His life is too dangerous to put his bullshit on her, leaving her not knowing when he’s being a douche and doing his fakey mcfakerson shit, or being serious. And, why wouldn’t Molly want marriage or a committed life with him? She’s been on the ride since the beginning and it’s better for both of them to be on the same page. They’re both kinda lost without the other.

Me: Right on. So, the I love you was real?

K: Later, mom.

*click*


So, there ya have it. Two perspectives from non-fandom people. I love Sherlollians, even the ones who don’t know they’re one. : )

New Besties

This wasn’t actually requested because i have been having a really hard time writing requests lately. Fear not though the requests will get done at some point. 

Jughead x reader 

Reader is new to Riverdale and she ends up being friends with Cheryl but Jughead helps her end that friendship since she hates Cheryl

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead


Being one of the river vixens was hard already. Put that on top of being one of the shyest people alive. Not fun. Cheryl Blossom had taken a liking to me if you could even call it that. I was new and right as I stepped in she came and spoke to me. It was nice to have someone actually speak to me since I didn’t know anybody but now I want her gone. She is the devil in a pretty girls body.The first time I noticed something might be off was when I talked about homework with her

Flashback

“Ugh. my creative writing teacher is giving me an assignment.” I complained as I sat with three of the girls after cheerleading practice

“What’s the assignment” Anna, one of Cheryl’s minions asked me.

“I have to write a four-page love story with at least two cliches,” I said. I didn’t even know what the hell I was gonna use but then something or more like someone gave me an idea. “Maybe I’ll write it about a popular girl who is in love with a geeky guy nobody notices.” I started but Cheryl caught me off before I finish my epic story about my own life. I was unbelievably in love with Jughead Jones but he didn’t notice me.

“Ew. Those girls are so gross. Like if you’re popular you should try to keep being popular hanging with the outsiders isn’t gonna help you in the long run” she said. I didn’t really pay attention, though. Jughead had sat down and I noticed how he started typing away on his computer. “Right Y/N,” Cheryl said.

“Yeah sure,” I said not really having known what she had talked about.

End of flashback

I sat with the other cheerleaders talking about who our lab partners were. I was more than happy with mine. I had finally after 4 months of waiting been paired up with Jughead on something. “Yeah, that sucks. Luckily I got Reggie.” Cheryl said. I turned to look at her with a questionable expression.

“Really. You think that’s lucky. Reggie knows about as much as my little 3-year-old-brother” I commented making the other girls laugh.

“Yeah well at least mine isn’t creepy” she said referring to Jughead. I turned around and looked at him. He was sitting all alone in the corner of the cafeteria.

“Jughead isn’t creepy. He’s actually really nice, we have creative writing together” I said making Cheryl the one with a questionable expression.

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Nothing At Stake - 6

[A/N: Okay I promised smut and I lied, but the next chapter is half written and that does have smut and you can expect it in a couple of hours! I hope you like the kind of direction this is heading in, I’m not 100% where it’s going to end up but I’ve got some of it mapped out and I feel like this could be a bit of a lengthy fic?

Also at the bottom of this fic I have tagged a few people who I recognise consistently like and reblog my fics so I hope you don’t mind and if you would like to be added to the tags or removed than you are more than welcome to say! Hope those who have been tagged don’t mind!]

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Off-Screen

Word Count: 1837

Warnings: Fluff

Here’s your order, miss.“ The lady at the counter said, catching my attention. With a quick thanks, I grabbed the three cup trays and the bag filled with food and headed back to my car. I hated being on lunch duty, it was a five mile drive from the studio and it always took forever, with the insane traffic, the waiting in line during the lunch rush. Then waiting for them to make it all, then checking to make sure it’s all correct. Lastly, I have to make it back with 11 drinks and a bag of food, with out spilling any of it. In stop and go traffic. Fun, right? If only.

The guard let me in without a second glance. At least he didn’t stop me, I’m already late. I park close to the door amd decide I’m going to have to make two trips, I grab the bag and two of the trays, leaving the third for later. I bump the door open with my hip, while trying to balance the trays. I drop the food on the snack table and run back out to my car. Once I get back in, everyone’s crowded around the table grabbing their order.
"Oh, good, there’s more, I thought you forgot my order.”

British accents are the best.

“N-no, I just couldn’t carry it all, sorry it took so long, lunch rush, and the traffic was crazy.” I stuttered, feeling bad.
“I told you it’d be faster to walk.” Followed by a hand being slung around my shoulder. I was one of the personal assistanton the Marvel set, I worked a few different jobs here.

They hadn’t started the actual filming yet, so I wasn’t as busy, just prepping. That’s why I was sent out for lunch.
“No it wouldn’t, the sidewalks are just as crowded, and plus I wouldn’t have been able to carry it all.”
“Hm, that’s true.”
“Of course it’s true, Mel, you really think I hadn’t thought of that.”
“C'mon we have to finish the last set, remember.” She pulled me along, towards the back where we had to finish one of the house-like sets.

***

“Hey! Melissa! Dammit, now I have to go change.” She had flung paint at me, to get my attention. The walls were almost finished anyway, she could do it by herself.
I stated walking back to my car, before I realized that I didn’t have a change of clothes. Well, fuck. I really don’t want to walk around with paint all over me all day, not that it’s a big deal, I’m always covered in paint, but I hadn’t put my smock on yet, and this was my favorite shirt.

“Woah, what happened?” My head snapped up at the question that was obviously addressed towards me.
“I- uh-” I found myself at a loss for words. I couldn’t think straight, sometimes I wish I interacted with the actors more, maybe I’d be less shy.

“Shouldn’t you have a smock on?” Something clicked and I was able to form a sentence.

“I just got back from the lunch run, I didn’t have time to put it on. The girl I’m working with flung paint at me to get my attention.” I felt my face heat up and I knew I was red. He was obviously amused.
“Sebastian St-”
“Stan.” I finished for him, taking his outstretched hand.
“I know who you are. I work on your set, plus, you’re famous. Its kind of hard not to.” I state, feeling the blush come back.

I ramble when I’m nervous.

He smiled.
“Well, you know my name, it’s only fair that I know yours.”
“Oh- uh, my name’s Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”
“I like that name.” I feel the blush coming back, so I look down and mumble a quiet thanks.

“Are you going to change?” He questions.
I blush even redder, this time from embarrassment.

“I-well, I forgot a change of clothes, so I really can’t.” I stutter.

He laughs again, his blue eyes filled with amusement.
“You could borrow one of my shirts, although you should put a smock on this time.” He smirks. My eyes widen.

“No no no, uhm no, thank you, it’s fine. I can deal, you don’t have to let me borrow your shirt. I probably won’t see you again soon anyway. I’m always busy and I rarely see the actors, unless we’re filming, because I work with the set and uhm…”
I trail off, realizing I’m rambling again.

“Hm, that does seem to pose a problem. You can just keep it. It’s fine.”
“No, no really I’m okay, I don’t need to steal your clothing.”

“How about we make a deal. I let you borrow my shirt. And since you insist that you can’t keep it and that you won’t see me, you give it back to me when we go out to dinner. Saturday at 8, sound good?” I’m at a loss for words.
I stand there gaping at him. He takes a pad and pen from the table I’m front of us, and I realize that we’re at his trailer. He writes out his name, phone number and the details and hands it to me, along with a maroon colored shirt. He smiles and ushers me into the bathroom to change. I stare at myself in the mirror for a few seconds before stripping off my shirt and putting his on. It’s big on me, but that’s to be expected, I’m pretty small. I walk out with my shirt in hand and Sebastian takes it from me.
“Hey!”
“ I’ll wash this right now, and we’ll exchange shirts on Saturday. See you then, Y/N.” He says with a smirk ushering me out the door. I head back over to the set to finish cleaning up. This time I put a smock on, just in case. Mel did a great job finishing the wall, but left a mess for me to clean up.

After I finish cleaning, I look around for Mel and find the studio almost empty. I check the time and realize how late it got. I hop into my car and drive home.
God, it’s been a long day. When I get home I do my usual routine, eat, shower, brush my teeth, watch some TV, and go to sleep. I threw Sebastian’s shirt in the wash before I showered, so I wouldn’t forget.

We talked for five minutes tops, and he managed to organize a date. Honestly, that scared me. Was he always like that? I mean, was he just looking to hook up and I was an easy target? My mind was piling questions on top of each other and I couldn’t think straight. Eventually, it went blank and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

The last three days of the week passed slowly and quickly all at the same time. I did my best to avoid, not just Sebastian, but the rest of the cast as well, which wasn’t too hard. When Saturday came around, I was all too happy to sleep until noon. The only problem was, Sebastian wanted to meet up.

I mean, he didn’t have my address, so I could just ignore the date and go about my life, right? I’d drop his shirt at his trailer, but what about my shirt? The familiar Star Wars theme played from my phone. I groaned and picked it up off the nightstand.

“Hello?” I answered, a bit hostile.

A deep chuckle sounded from the other side, followed by:
“Did I wake you up, Y/N? Sorry, I didn’t think you would still be sleeping. You never texted me, so I took it upon myself to get your phone number from that tech you’re always with, Melony, right? No, that’s not it.-”

“Melissa.”

“YEAH! That’s it. Thanks. So, about tonight. I wasn’t thinking fancy, you don’t look like that type of person. I was thinking maybe we could go out to that little diner in town and then head to my place for a movie?”

I hesitated. At least at the diner, there were other people. I didn’t know how to feel about being alone.
“Y-Y/N? Are you still there?”

“Oh- y-yeah I’m here.”

“You didn’t answer. I was talking to Mackie about it, he told me that he overheard you say something to his makeup lady about the diner.”

“Did everyone else give their input as well? What about Chris? He’s like your other half.” I know he couldn’t see me, but you could definitely hear the smirk in my voice.

“You know, Chris and I aren’t as attached as people think we are. Sure we’re close, but we’re not ‘I would die for you’ close. I mean I spend just as much time with Anthony.”

“I’ve noticed you spend time with Anthony. The diner sounds nice, and for the movie, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. It depends on how much work I have left to do.”

“Alright, be ready at 8, and text me your address. See you tonight, Y/N.”

“See you tonight.” I repeated, hanging up and going into my messages. I typed in my address and hit send. The work lie was an excuse. I really don’t know if I want to be alone with a man I just met, although its not like I don’t know who he is. You get the idea.

°°°

Knock knock knock

Shit.

I dropped my pen and grabbed my bag. I practically jumped over the back of the couch to reach the door.

“Are you ready for an adventure?”

“Sebastian, we’re going to the diner. Is that really considered and adventure?”

“Yup.” I sighed and followed him outside.

“I decided, since it’s a really nice day, that it would be nice to walk. It’s not too far. Two blocks. Do you mind?”

“Of course not.”

We walked in silence through the busy city, making sure to keep our heads down as to not draw attention. At the diner we were shown to our table and we ordered our drinks. The conversation stayed light as we talked about our jobs and the sheer contrast between the two. After dinner we took the streets once more, but instead of going to Sebastian’s house, we walked through the park, keeping the conversation flowing. We talked about everything from past to future.

By the time we left the park, it was already midnight. Sebastian walked me home and when we reached the door to my apartment he handed me my shirt and left me with a hug and a smile. I stepped in the door and locked it behind me, dropping the keys on the table. My shirt smelled like him and it made me smile. I put it back in my drawer where it belonged and my phone buzzed on the bed. I picked it up and read a text that brought a smile to my face.

You up for date #2? Friday for coffee?

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Do you think we'll have some blood in Voltron? Like not like oh gosh so much, but like??? Nose bleeds level of blood?

I don’t know tbh.  It all depends on the rating on the show (which I think has changed so maybe?) 

I know at least season 1 wasn’t allowed to have blood, that’s why when Keith got blasted they made his burns a purple-ish color instead of red. Although that just ended up being mistaken for “OH SHIT HE’S GALRA”.   they just weren’t allowed to show blood so that purple/pink color was the closest they could get 

A Journal of Thoughts

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hi, love your writing! Can you please do one where the reader have been friends with the group for ages and actually set Jughead and Betty up together… and then after they’re dating the reader realises that she’s actually in love with Jughead but it’s too late? Something super fluffy and sad! The ending is up to you whether they get together or not!

Warnings: None!

Word count: 1,226

A/N: This is a bit of a different style, not too sure if it went well. It’s how I write in my actual journal, so i hope it’s not too terrible. But fics two days in a row?! Wow ashlyn who are you

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Tuesday, August 9th, 2016

School starts again in a few days, and I’m not sure that I’m ready to be a Sophomore.

I’ve heard some horror stories, especially involving chemistry.

At least we’re moving up in the social ladder of high school.

This summer seemed to have passed by in a blur, and I’m struggling to remember most of it. I should’ve started this journal sooner. Or is it a diary? I’m not quite sure, but whatever it is I want to document my sophomore year, as I have a feeling it’s going to be a crazy one.

The gang and I tried to spend as much time together this summer as possible, but Archie always seemed to disappear and I think Betty was on vacation with her family half the time.

I mean, I didn’t mind hanging out with Jughead all of the time. He keeps to himself, and he’s quite, which can be enjoyable coming from my incredibly loud household.

Even as I write this I can hear my parents trying to keep their volume down to keep me from hearing their fights.

It never works.

Most of the time we hung out at the drive-in, where he works. I tried to convince him to get me a job there, but halfway through the summer he found out it was closing, so there was no point in trying.

I felt bad for him this summer, and when we hung out he always tried to interact with me but I could tell something was off. I think it’s because Archie ditched him when they were supposed to go away on vacation.

We became closer after that, he would always invite me to Pop’s, and he actually began to open up to me. Well, as opened up as Jughead can get.

He’s told me about his dad, about Jellybean, and he even mentioned he might move out to me. He said he didn’t know where, but I know he’s a strong kid and he’ll figure it out.

I started inviting Betty over to hang out, just the three of us, but most of the time she was busy with her family drama so it ended up being me and Jughead a lot.

I think they would be a cute couple, though. Only problem is that Betty is still head over heels for Archie. I’ll have to fix that.

Jughead is an amazing guy and deserves to be happy for once. He always knows how to make me smile and when he lets me read his writing my heart breaks with how hard his words hit and flow through the page.

Betty would love it.

I’ll figure it out. It’ll happen.


Monday, August 22nd, 2016

School has started, and boy did a lot happen in a few days.

Jughead and I have the same lunch period, so we always sit together. I started to talk to him about Betty the other day, slowly but surely.

I brought up the fact that it would be good to have another pair of eyes reading his novel about Jason Blossom and he seemed to at least consider the idea. Then I told him a joke and his hair flopped over his eyes and made his smile seem even brighter.

I think he even mentioned that he wants to try and figure out who killed Jason, which caused me to give him a weird look. I told him I would support him, though. Maybe I can get Betty to help him with that.

School passed slowly after that, as always.

We were hanging out at Pop’s after school, all three of us, and I was pretty sure I saw him glance at her for longer than usual in between his bursts of typing his novel. I could tell he was contemplating letting her read it, so I excused myself and went to the bathroom in the back. When I walked back I saw her hunched over his laptop, right in between them.

I’m pretty sure I even saw him smile at her, but then he looked up and saw me, and his smile seemed to grow.

I shook my head before heading back over to join them. Betty smiled up at me, and I’m almost positive there was something in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

It was at this point that I knew that I had definitely planted a seed for something. I’m not sure if it will evolve into anything, but something is there. I can feel it.

There’s even a new girl, Veronica, who’s helping me with my plan. She started hanging around with Betty a few days after school started. I met her the other day and we gossiped until who knows when about how good of a couple they would make. I knew Veronica would fit right in. She told me I needed to do the first part, and she’d take the rest from there.

What would their ship name be?
Because if I didn’t start something, I know Veronica definitely will. She seems like the kind of girl to make things happen.

I think their ship name would be Bughead.


Friday, August 26th, 2016

The ship has sailed!

Took them long enough.


Wednesday, September 28th, 2016

Why do feelings have to exist? Why didn’t I realize my feelings sooner?

It’s been a month since I’ve written. I’m sorry.

Although I’m not really sure who I’m apologizing to, since this is my journal… oh well, I guess it just helps that someone might read this someday.

I haven’t written because so much shit has gone down that I’m not sure where to start. My feelings have been all over the place and I’m not sure if I’ve made the right decisions.

I guess I should get straight to the point.

I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but they ended up getting together, but you know that.

I couldn’t believe at first either, trust me.

It took me a few days to really realize that what me and Veronica had done had worked. We helped, but they ended up doing a lot of it on their own.

Like I was so sure that it was just some crazy fantasy I had, but now it’s actually real. It’s been real for a little less than a month.

It wasn’t until about a week ago that everything really processed.

Jughead and Betty are together.

They’re boyfriend and girlfriend.

And oddly, I started feeling jealous. I became jealous of the way that he looked at her, or the way that she touched his arm or leg. I became jealous of the smiles they exchanged and how close they sat together.

I love Jughead.

It feels good to put it down somewhere, to document it. It’s validating.

I LOVE JUGHEAD.

I want to scream it.

Looking back, it seems so obvious, but I just didn’t know what I had until it was gone.

And the worst thing of all is that it’s too late. I can’t make him mine, no matter how hard I try, because he’s happy, and he’s with her.

That’s all I really wanted, I guess.

His happiness.

Even if it is with her.

So why does it hurt so much that I’m not her?

Could he have been happier with me?

I guess I’ll never know.


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Kinda angsty hc. Michelle is in the middle of a terror attack and gets injured svang a child from something. Peter is freaking out. You can sork with this How ever you want

OH MAN OH MAN DO I HAVE IDEAS FOR THIS NONSENSE…and also, YAS for MJ not getting kidnapped or some nonsense (although I kind of love that trope, too)…I love the idea of Michelle getting hurt because she is being badass and taking no shit

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Warnings: Cursing but I think that’s it

Note: Sorry the Negan one is so long. I wanted his exact words, but then he talked for fucking forever. I ended up giving up and cutting him off.

Rick Grimes

“And who might that be?” Asked Rick, pointing to a girl with (h/l), (h/c) hair teaching kids how to shoot a bow.

“That,” replied Morgan, “is Y/n. Why do you ask?”

“I guess she just caught my eye.”

Although Rick had come to talk to your leader Ezekiel about an impending war, he might just have to stay a little while longer now.

Negan

“Pissing our pants yet?” Said the man, who you assumed was Negan, as he stepped out of the RV. The man sent shivers up your spine. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close. Yep, it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Which one of you pricks is the leader?” You stayed kneeling on the ground, terrified of what may happen. Negan was holding a baseball bat with what looked like barbed wire on the end, and you had a feeling it wasn’t used for anything cute or cuddly.

“This one,” said one of the men from the treeline. “He’s the guy.” He pointed to Rick. You assumed that by ‘he’s the guy’, the man didn’t just mean the leader. Rick was the guy who took down the outpost, along with the rest of you. Negan sighed.

“Hi. You’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people.” Negan sounded almost excited, nearly joking. Although he was completely serious and obviously very angry, the man was somehow able to sound lighthearted. And it was more terrifying than if he were angry. “Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea, how not cool that shit is. But, I think you’re going to be up to speed shortly.”

What did this man have planned here? You thought. Surely he was going to kill all of you. You only hoped it would be quick, and that the damn bat was just for show.

“You are so going to regret crossing me in a few minutes.” Said Negan softly, looking dangerously into Rick’s eyes as if he were searching them for Rick’s emotions. Then he smiled a terrifying smile. “Yes, you are.”

Everything about the situation was unsettling, and every fiber of your being was screaming at you to run. If you weren’t frozen in fear, if you weren’t afraid of the men surrounding you, you would have. But even though all of your sensors were buzzing, you knew that if you moved you would die.

“You see, Rick, whatever you do- no matter what- you don’t mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this. And it’s really very simple. SO even if you’re stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes.” Said Negan. With every word, his speech grew longer and your heart beat faster. Every beat of your heart filled you with dread and made you sink lower to the ground. “Pay attention. Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” RIck looked up at Negan, although he was obviously afraid your strong leader still managed to show defiance on his features.

“Today was a career day. We invested a lot of time so that you would know who I am, and what I can do. You work for me now.” For the first time, Negan made eye contact with you as he paced in front of the group. “If you have shit,” he smiled cockily, “you give it to me. That’s your job.” He continued to pace, looking at every single one of your friends.

“Now I know, that is a big, nasty pill to swallow. But swallow it,” continued Negan, sneaking a glance back at you to wink, “you most certainly will.” It disgusted you. Had you been meeting any other way, you would have been able to take in his strong, broad shoulders and neatly trimmed beard. Now, however, all you could notice was the bad in his hands and the hate in his heart. You could not see the beauty in a man who you were sure would kill somebody tonight, and no doubt take pleasure in doing so.

“So, Rick.” Said Negan as he walked back towards you, a suffocating fear making its way up your insides and into your throat. “What have we got here?” Negan got close to your face, close enough that you could smell the leather of his jacket and feel the warmth of his breath. Mustering all the courage you could, you spoke.

“My name is Y/n.”

“Damn, a woman who speaks up herself instead of letting their leader do it.” Negan smirks. “I happen to find that pretty fucking attractive.”

“Fuck you.” You said, even though all of your cells screamed at you to let it go. However, even through your fear you knew that this would be a big moment and that you needed to stand up for yourself.

“Well lookie here at that!” Boomed Negan. “She’s got quite the mouth on her. I wonder what else it could do.” Negan stood up, pointing at the treeline. “Simon, get her in the RV.”

Ignoring your protests, screams and kicking, the man named Simon grabbed you and dragged you to the RV. And in that moment, you knew that your life was going to change completely.

Daryl Dixon

Y/n,” said Daryl as he came around the corner. The two of you had a few classes together but never talked other than maybe saying “excuse me” in the high school’s hallways.

“What do you want?” You ask softly, wiping away your tears in an attempt to look less weak.

“I, uh, heard what Merle said to you today at school.” He said quietly, making his way over to where you sat.

“Well, don’t worry about me,” you muttered with a sniffle, “he’s right. Besides, I know he’s your brother. Have you come to make fun of me too?” Daryl immediately grabbed your face softly, making you look into his eyes.

“Y/n, he may be my brother. But that doesn’t mean I agree with him. He told you that you were flat-chested and ugly, but I came here to tell you that it’s a damn lie.” Said Daryl truthfully, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your temple, surprising you. After doing so, he hurriedly got up and rushed out the door, leaving you to process what the hell had just happened, and what the hell he had meant.

Glenn Rhee

You open the door to your apartment as you hear a soft knock. You had ordered pizza nearly half an hour ago, and you were starving.

“So, that’s a medium (Favorite topping/s) pizza, an order of breadsticks, and a small-” said the delivery boy, cutting himself off when he looked up from the receipt to look at you. “Cheesy bread,” he finished.

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” You say, deciding to ignore his odd behavior. “The girl on the phone said it would be around $25, is that right?”

“Y-yea. It comes to $22.29.” He said, stuttering and blushing after he did so. 

“Here, I’ll give you a twenty and a five, keep the change.” You said, handing him the money in exchange for the food. “Hey, are you alright?” You asked the boy.

“I’m okay.” He said, turning to walk away as you closed the door. “Wait,” he said before you could close the door completely. You open it back up.

“Yes?”

“Could I maybe, get your number?” He asked, looking into your eyes. You could tell he was nervous. You smiled, he was pretty cute.

“Here,” you say, flipping over the receipt and writing your phone number on the back using a pen you borrowed from him. You gave the receipt back to him, and he seemed a bit shocked. “My name’s Y/n, by the way.”

“I’m Glenn. Glenn Rhee.”

Abraham Ford

Hearing a car coming down the street from your current hideout in a small boutique, you ran outside. Whatever had been going on had not been happening for too long yet, only a couple weeks to a month, but you knew by now that those things couldn’t drive.

When you made it outside, you saw that it was actually a large truck travelling down the street. Hoping they would stop, you made your way into the road and began waving your arms. The truck slowed to a stop and two men got out. The man who seemed to be in charge walked closer to you, pointing a gun. His hair was fire-red and his mustache matched.

“Who are you?” Boomed his voice.

“M-my name is Y/n.” You replied meekly, afraid of the gun he was brandishing, or rather the fact that it was pointed at your head.He noticed your fear and realized that you meant no harm. He pointed the gun at the ground instead.

“Well Y/n, I’m Sergeant Abraham Ford. Pleased to meet you.” He said.

“Uh, nice to meet you too.”

“This,” he said as he motioned to a man behind him sporting a dark mullet, “is Eugene. He’s a scientist. He knows how to put a stop to this whole thing, all we have to do is get him to Washington D.C.”

“We?”

“You’re welcome to come with us. I’ve been missing the company of a woman.” Abraham smirked, and you let out a small laugh. Maybe a group was what you needed in this apocalypse.

“Sure.”

Carl Grimes

Carl spotted you as he walked around Alexandria a couple days after they arrived. The sun was just setting, and it illuminated your face beautifully as he passed you. He smiled in your direction, and you returned the smile. He took that as an invitation to speak.

“I’m Carl, my dad’s the leader of the group that just arrived here.” He said, extending his hand. You took his hand, shaking it and feeling the callouses.

“I’m Y/n, I’ve lived here for almost 6 months.” You reply.

“Well Y/n, I hope I get the chance to see more of you.” Said Carl as you parted ways.

“Me too Carl. Me too.”

King Ezekiel

After wandering on your own after your group was attacked by a horde of walkers, you were luckily found by two men on horseback wearing full body armor. They took you back to their home, calling it ‘The Kingdom’, which wasn’t a bad name considering the fact that it was huge. After a day to get cleaned up a bit and rest after weeks in the woods, they took you to meet their leader. Expecting a creepy older man calling himself ‘King’, you were politely surprised when you looked into Ezekiel’s big brown eyes.

“What is your name, my lady?” Asked the King in a deep voice you could certainly get used to.

“Uh, my name is Y/n,” you say awkwardly, unsure if you were supposed to bow or not.

“Well, Lady Y/n, I am King Ezekiel. Welcome to the Kingdom.”

Paul “Jesus” Rovia

This was it. After years of going strong, this is how you would meet your end. Standing on the roof of your car that had shut down, you looked down at the walkers surrounding. Although there were only three, there was no way you could evade them without risking severe injury to yourself. And thanks to your forgetfulness, all of your weapons were still in your car. You screamed in vain, knowing that nobody would hear you. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before you would have to give in and let the monsters devour you.

*Thud!*

A loud noise from behind you made you jump, almost losing your balance on the vehicle. You turned to see a figure pulling his knife out of the walker’s head before proceeding to the next. You watched as the figure easily plunged the knife into the second walker’s skull, and then the third’s. After they were finished, they looked up at you, extending a hand. You took it and allowed them to help you off the car. The figure pulled down the bandana covering the majority of their face to reveal the very handsome man beneath.

“My name’s Paul, but mostly everyone calls me Jesus. What’s yours?”

“My name’s Y/n, and everyone mostly calls me Y/n.” You reply, trying to be witty. It works, and Jesus cracks a small smile.

“Y/n, would you like to come back with me to the Hilltop? It’s a group of survivors. It would be better than out here on your own.”

You nod, following him after grabbing a backpack full of supplies from your now-useless car.

Dwight

“Hey,” came a voice softly as the bench next to you squeaked. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around, and you were sitting by yourself at lunch so I just assumed.”

You turned to see the source of the voice only to freeze. The man you recognized as Negan’s right-hand man was staring back at you. You just stared, not saying anything. Suddenly the man got up to leave.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I forgot about the whole face thing. I’m just going to-” he stopped as you touched his arm.

“Yes, I’m new.” You responded. “I’m sorry too, I’m just surprised that you would be talking to me. Aren’t you usually with Negan?”

“Well I couldn’t just let a pretty girl sit by herself, could I?” Replied the man as he sat back down with a smile. You blushed and looked away. “So what’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n.”

“Well, I’m D. Or Dwight. You can call me either.” He told you with a smile. You could get used to seeing this ‘Dwight’ more often.

Simon

“Well, well, well.” Said a man’s voice as a dark figure approached your hiding spot in the abandoned warehouse. A man with a mustache peered behind the boxes, looking at you. “What have we got here?”

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, “I didn’t know somebody was already here. I thought this place was empty. I’ll just leave, please don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on hurting you. I don’t like hurting pretty women. Do you want to leave this warehouse? And leave the life of running from place to place to avoid becoming walker food?”

You nodded.

“Well then honey, come back with me. We call ourselves the Saviors, and as long as you contribute you can make our Sanctuary your home. I’m Simon.”

“I’m Y/n.”

Merle Dixon

As a newcomer to Woodbury, they quickly put you to work in the small hospital due to your experience as a nurse before the apocalypse.

“Y/n,” said Linda, the head nurse, and your boss. “You’ll be taking care of Merle Dixon today. You haven’t met him yet, he just got back from a run. He only has a few minor wounds, but he can be a huge pain to us nurses. I know you haven’t been here long, I can take care of it if you would like.”

“Linda, I may not have been here long. I have however had my fair share of difficult patients. I think I can manage.” You say, waving her off as you make your way into the room he was supposed to be waiting in.

“Suit yourself,” she said and went back to whatever paperwork the Governor was wanting her to fill out.

You walked down the hallway until you found room 3, the name on the door reading “Merle”. You opened the door slowly, peering in to make sure he wasn’t sleeping. A man, who you assumed was Merle, was sitting on the bed with his legs swung over the edge. 

“Merle?” You questioned, bringing his attention to you as you shut the door quietly behind you.

“Well shit, they sure have upgraded the nurses since I left.” He said with a smirk. You blushed at the compliment.

“Well thank you, I think. What seems to be the problem?” You ask, trying to ignore the eyes on your body as you looked at the table full of supplies in the corner of the room.

“Well Sugar, I just got back from a run and I happened to get a little banged up. Just a couple of cuts is all, nothing major but the Governor was wanting me to come in any way.” Merle said. You grabbed a couple of bandages and supplies to clean any existing wound and got to work.

“So, you never told me your name.” Said Merle as you wrapped a larger cut on his arm, pretending not to notice how well-built he was.

“My name’s Y/n.” You told him.

“Well Y/n, I am glad I got to meet you. Because you are one hot nurse.”


MASTERLIST

Pete Dunne - “Keep your hands off what is mine”

Prompt: So I was at work just sitting at my desk listening to music when ‘Next Contestant’ by Nickelback came on (Yes, I listen to Nickleback don’t judge) and I immediately started writing this in my brain, so it’s kinda based off it. Jealous Pete. 
Requested: Nope
Warnings: None
Words: 1800+

“Put the god damn dress on and come out!” Liv yelled from the bathroom of your shared apartment “Everyone is town!” 

“I don’t know if I want to go out” you mumbled from the couch 

“You have to! Enzo, Cass, Carmella and everyone else are coming out!” Liv exclaimed

“Exactly everyone is going to be out” 

“Who gives a shit if Pete is going to be there” Liv shrugged. 

“I do” you sighed sitting up. You met Pete after the UK Tournament and you hit it off straight away. When he joined NXT with Tyler and Trent you spent all your time with him. Although you weren’t in a relationship. Pete made it clear from the moment that you started hanging out more that he didn’t want a relationship. He wanted to focus on his career which you completely understood. So you and Pete became more than a friendship but less than a relationship, which you were fine with until a week ago Pete started to ignore you. He wouldn’t text you back, he ignored you memes and even would turn the other way when you saw him backstage. 

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Tattoo My Heart | soulmate!au

Originally posted by 4smols

Summary: Based off the soulmate!au in which any permanent marking you get on your body–like a tattoo–also appears on your soulmate. And Amber gets a lot of tattoos.

Word Count: 6,893

Amber believes in soulmates, but that doesn’t mean she believes in them.

That is to say, she won’t dispute that some people are intrinsically connected–so connected that when a person gets a permanent mark on their body, it also appears on the one they’re bound to. Whether this weird quirk of nature actually means that the two people are destined to be romantically (or even platonically) involved is another matter entirely, as far as Amber is concerned.

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A/N: I’m doing that economical thing again but hey ho. This is solid proof that I need to get laid tbh. Very smutty. Mature content warnings apply.


You sucked your teeth idly as your gaze bored into the computer screen in front of you. Your office was quiet save for the sounds of typing and the occasional hushed cough. You reclined back into your uncomfortable office chair, as if waiting for something to happen to distract you before you submerged yourself in work again. 

Almost on cue your phone vibrated on the desk next to you, making you jump. You tilted your head to the side to read the message illuminated on the screen. Your chest fluttered slightly when you saw Elliot’s name. 

You coming over later?

The words were stark and you imagined them tumbling from Elliot’s lips suddenly if he were there in person. Another text came through. 

Missed you.

You’d been away for the last week visiting family and hadn’t had chance to see Elliot before heading back to work. It was very simplistic, but it made you smile nonetheless. Elliot very often tiptoed around you. He was ignorant to all of this when you first started this thing you had but he soon realised he couldn’t just demand your attention whenever he wanted it. Deep down you knew he could do exactly that. 

Something about the emotional undertone of his message stirred something within you. You imagined him whispering the words against your skin later on with his hands all over you, completely relaxed to your touch and heady with need. 

You snatched up the phone before your thoughts could run away any further and fired off a reply. 

I missed you too. And I’m going to show you just how much later.

It took Elliot a few minutes to reply. You wondered briefly if you’d flustered him but realised it took more than a little flirting over text to draw a reaction out of Elliot. Eventually your phone went off again.

What do you mean by that?

Did he want you to speculate? Or did he require clarification? You bit your lip as you typed and deleted and re-typed a response several times until you settled on one.

I’m pretty wound up after a week so I was hoping you could relieve me. You’re very good at that.

You drummed your fingers on the desk distractedly as you waited for a response. Your mind was intoxicated with thoughts of Elliot now. You imagined his full lips slack and his brow furrowed as his hips met against yours - you could almost feel the hard muscle of his thighs hitting against your ass. 

You jumped again when your phone vibrated this time, biting your lip as you checked the message tentatively. 

I’m at work so we shouldn’t…but I kind of like it. Can’t wait.

Ever the wordsmith, you thought as you held back a delirious laugh. You needed to rile him, in the same way he’d inadvertently done to you. You stood up from your desk, trying to ignore the slight tremor in your legs as you picked up your phone and made your way to the bathroom. 

Once inside the cubicle you paced for a few moments wondering if you should be doing this - it was undiscovered territory with Elliot but you didn’t want to turn down the opportunity to really rile him. 

You looked around the basic toilet cubicle - it was hardly the most alluring of spots but you had to make do with the limited privacy you had. You quickly unbuttoned your blouse, trying out a couple of different angles with the front-facing camera of your phone. It took a few minutes to find the right angle but the thought of Elliot’s (probable) reaction spurred you on. 

Eventually you had two photos to send - one bra on, one bra off. You felt a little self-conscious about your face being in both of them but you looked surprisingly good. Your makeup had survived the office environment well that day and your eyes looked sultry and your lips fuller as they were slightly parted. Plus you trusted Elliot. If anything he was overly safe about this kind of thing. Not the kind of guy to just leave his phone lying around. 

Before you could think about it any longer you’d sent the pictures off with no text to accompany them. For a few seconds you stood staring dumbly at his phone, expecting a reply straight away but when there wasn’t one you quickly re-dressed yourself and left the bathroom. 

2 minutes turned into 20. And then 2 hours. You were beyond annoyed by this point considering you’d put yourself out there like that. The space around you grew noisy as you tapped away at the keyboard aggressively. You couldn’t decide who you were more annoyed at. Yourself or Elliot. Maybe he didn’t even like you anymore. 

Finally the end of work rolled around and stood up, roughly putting your jacket on as you heard your phone ping. You froze and looked down at the screen which displayed a simple message.

Come straight over.

Was he for real? You snatched up the phone and checked through the messages just in case you might have missed one earlier. But there was nothing. No references to the pictures you’d sent him.

You thought about blowing him off altogether but you were still annoyed so you decided to give Elliot a piece of your mind and head to his apartment. 

Despite your initial feelings you did find yourself softening a little as you rocked with the movement of the subway train. Maybe Elliot hadn’t known how to react. It was a bit harsh of you to blow up at him without explanation. And after a week of not sleeping next to him you had missed him. A lot. 

The apartment was already open when you arrived so he must have seen you arrive but said nothing. You felt oddly apprehensive as you climbed the stairs of his apartment building. You pushed on the apartment door which opened slowly and entered, letting it fall shut behind you. 

Elliot was seated at his desk typing away as usual as if he hadn’t noticed you enter. You felt a little hurt at that but pressed on regardless. 

‘Hey…’ You sauntered over to where he was sat, running your finger tips across his shoulder but quickly drawing away when he tensed up. You thought he had abandoned that habit with you. 

'Yo…’ Elliot responded, his voice distant as he continued typing. You couldn’t make out what was on the screen save for some rolling code. 

'What’s up? I thought you said you missed me.’ You tried to keep your tone light but you’re stomach was starting to cramp a little with worry. 

'I did but you’ve pissed me off.’ Elliot’s shoulders were completely tense now and you took a step back. You weren’t afraid of him but his behaviour was abnormal to say the least. 

'What do you mean?’

'Those pictures Y/N.’ Elliot stood up and his desk chair spun a little as he paced away towards his kitchen area. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment. 

'I didn’t think it would make you angry.’ You shot back hotly, folding your arms tightly over your chest. You felt ashamed now and mad that he’d made you feel that way.

'Don’t you realise how irresponsible that is?’ Elliot’s cold tone made your eyes water as he spoke. You looked away from him and pointedly at the floor, trying to focus on your anger rather than your embarrassment. 

'Well it’s my responsibility! You don’t get to dictate what I do with my body.’ You snapped, nibbling at your lower lip. 'I wish I’d never sent them to you now anyway.' 

Elliot’s annoyed expression continued to bore into you. His pupils were slightly dilated which made his eyes look darker. You briefly wondered if he’d taken anything.

'I wish I’d never received them. But only because I don’t want someone else to get their hands on them.’

'Oh whatever Elliot. Why don’t you just admit that you’re not feeling it anymore?’

Elliot’s brow furrowed, his frustration evident. 'Feeling what? People have their lives ruined by this shit Y/N. I just want you to be safe.' 

You felt beyond stupid and upset now, trying to ignore the tears pricking your eyes as grew more and more defensive. 'I am safe and I don’t need lecturing from you. If you don’t want me then just admit it.' 

With that you took that it was your cue to leave and made your way towards the door. Elliot stepped forward quickly and grabbed your wrist - although his touch was very delicate and he let go as soon as you stopped to look at him.

'Look I didn’t mean to grab hold of you but I’m sorry okay? I was just fucking worried. I’ve seen some horrible shit.' 

You avoided his eye, unable to conjure up a decent response to give him. The tension between the two of you was still tightly wound and unpredictable and you didn’t want to erupt again. 

'And if you must know…’ Elliot mumbled, his eyes shifting towards the far wall rather than your face. ’…you have no idea what you do to me.’

'What do you mean?’ You replied in little more than a whisper, feeling the space between your legs flush slightly and mix weirdly with the anger which had been radiating off you only seconds earlier.

'That stuff earlier just set me off. I tried to fucking - jesus, I tried to get off at work but obviously I couldn’t.’ Elliot’s cheeks looked slightly flushed now and his jaw was taught as he averted his gaze from you. You throbbed at the thought of him getting off - or rather trying to get off - to you. Images of Elliot’s tensed features as he fisted at his cock danced across your brain as you bit your lower lip.

'Should I go?’ The words left your mouth as though they were a dare, suspended and almost taunting. 

'No.’ Elliot croaked and stepped towards you. His touch was always clumsy and awkward at first - he needed a moment to recalibrate. He grabbed you by the waist, you could feel the hard tips of his fingers digging into your ribs and it hurt but you didn’t complain. You kind of liked it.

You made the first move to kiss - you knew your kisses turned Elliot into a squirming mess. Surprisingly he got the upper-hand as he pushed his lips against yours roughly. You stopped dead still, breath catching in your throat when you felt his tongue tease at your bottom lip. Just as you opened your mouth to allow his tongue in further he bit down on your bottom lip. That made you jump and it was kind of sore but insanely hot. You whined softly, hands fisting themselves in Elliot’s hoodie as he sucked your lip. 

When you pulled apart you were gasping - you could feel your underwear sticking to you from where you’d grown insanely wet already. Elliot looked equally flushed, perhaps even a little surprised at himself as his tongue touched his swollen lips.

'That is unlike you.’ Was all you could mutter lamely. Out of the corner of your eye you could see that your hand was tremoring slightly.

'You don’t like it?’ There was a hint of anxiety to Elliot’s voice now. As lovers you were still so unsure of yourselves - each other’s boundaries included.

'Actually I’d like some more.’ You tried to sound teasing but instead you stuttered slightly. Elliot’s expression darkened again to how he’d looked earlier when you first arrived. 

'Good because this isn’t an act. I’m still pissed at you.’

'For getting you frustrated?' 

'You fucking know why.’ Elliot snapped and made his way over to his desk chair where he sat. Before you had to chance to move he was unbuckling his belt and roughly pushing his jeans down to his ankles. Elliot hissed quietly as he took his cock out of his boxers, it was flushed and rock hard. Elliot looked down, his lips pursed as he wiped his fingers over the wet tip a few times before beginning to stroke himself lazily. When he looked up he raised his eyebrows at you. 

'Come here.’

You swallowed hard and moved towards him. Your movements felt mechanical - you were pretty sure you were still in shock at Elliot’s sudden change in demeanour and it was making your head spin. 

By the time you’d kneeled down in front of Elliot - noting the discomfort of the cheap wooden apartment flooring under your knees - you could hear the quiet wet noises coming from Elliot’s cock as he stroked himself and his voice was strained as if holding back a grunt as he spoke. 

'I want you to…please.’ The 'please’ came out as Elliot’s breath caught in his throat and you knew he was still there, your Elliot - behind the anger and arousal of the man in front of you. You delicately placed a hand over Elliot’s, prising it away from himself as your mouth descended over his length. Elliot sucked in a shrill breath as you moved your mouth all the way down to the base of him. His dick felt hot inside your mouth, slightly salty from where he’d probably been sweating over you earlier. But it wasn’t unpleasant and you were turned on by how frantic his actions were. 

You began to move your lips up and down slowly, focussing more so on swirling your tongue around the tip of Elliot’s cock as you blew him. The motion made him swear under his breath and a hand found its way to the back of your head as he gently urged you on. When you brought a hand up to wrap around him he let out a growl - an actual growl which made you ache - and pushed your hand away. 'No no I’m too sensitive.' 

Occasionally he’d lift your head up and stare at your glazed expression, his eyes roaming over your wet lips which were starting to feel swollen from the motion. It was hot knowing he was getting off to watching your mouth get covered in spit and precum, but you knew Elliot well enough to know that he was searching in your face for your ongoing willingness and the insecurity was probably teasing him in the back of his brain. As a result you increased the speed of your sucking, tilting your head slightly as you did so that he caught every velvety corner of your mouth. 'Jesus fuck.’ Elliot swore as his hips bucked into your mouth. You wanted to look up and see the sight you’d been thinking about earlier - his scrunched eyes and slack mouth but you couldn’t, not yet.

'Stop, stop please! Otherwise I’ll cum-’ The words came out as a rush from Elliot and you pulled your mouth off him, squeezing the base of his cock tightly just in case.

'Isn’t that the point?’ You said breathlessly, studying every bit of Elliot’s fucked out face as he panted in the chair. 

'I wanted to fuck you first.’ His voice was back to a low drawl with just a hint of breathlessness behind it. He leaned forward and quickly kissed your wet lips, his tongue dipping into mouth as he rather confidently tasted himself. You whined at the sensation, unable to take it this time as your hips bucked forward and rutted against Elliot’s shin. Elliot let out a short breath which could have been a laugh if his tongue wasn’t in your mouth. All of a sudden he was off the chair, even his small frame felt imposing as he hovered over you pushing you right down onto the wooden floorboards.

'Here? Really?’ You gasped out as Elliot set to work unbuttoning your work trousers with his nimble fingers. You allowed him to roughly pull them down, abandoning his task half way through when he realised he’d forgotten about your shoes. It made you smirk when he prised them awkwardly off your feet which earnt you a rough squeeze of your thigh.

'Serves you right for earlier. Stupid girl.’ Elliot replied but you could hear the teasing in his voice. He leant forward and gave you a soft kiss as he removed your underwear. It was a reminder that he didn’t really hate you, that you were wanted and he was all yours. 

You gasped when your ass came into contact with cold wooden floorboards beneath you. Elliot bit his lip and kneaded your ass cheeks roughly in his hands which made you jump. 

'Elliot!’

'Sorry.’ He replied bashfully and his lips pulled into a half smile as his hand grazed your inner thigh. You closed your eyes and tried not to hold your breath as his fingertips traced over the lips of your pussy. Fortunately Elliot was never much in the mood for teasing and he plunged two fingers into you easily. Your back arched almost painfully from the wooden floor and you saw Elliot smirk at how wet you were as his fingers glided in and out of you easily.

'Fuck.’ You gasped when Elliot rolled his thumb over your clit, his fingers already beginning a 'come hither’ motion as he found your g-spot easily.

'You really like pissing me off, don’t you?’ Elliot aided his question with a quick flick of his fingers which made you bite down on your lip. 

'Answer.’ He prompted you again with his fingers, the speed slowly increasing and the pressure on your clit growing more insistent as Elliot drew you closer.

'Yes. Fuck. Okay yes I do.’ You moaned out, very close to cumming as your hips bucked against Elliot’s fingers of their own accord. 

'That’s kind of messed up Y/N.’ Elliot drawled as he brought you off with his hand. You would feel embarrassed about gushing all over his hand but it felt so good you didn’t care. You managed a high pitched 'El’ followed by a series of whimpers as you came hard. 

You took a few seconds to come down from your high and when you finally opened you eyes you could see that Elliot was fisting his cock tightly again, bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

'Sorry you looked so good then I couldn’t help it.’ He gasped out and you noticed that it was his hands that were shaking now as he kneeled between your legs. 

'May I?’ Elliot asked as he hovered over you, dick in hand ready to enter. 

'Yes Christ, please do.’ Was all you managed you hiss out as Elliot entered you in one fluid motion. You were worried he wouldn’t be able feel anything due to how wet you were but he still let out a low groan as he pushed all the way in.

'This probably won’t last long sorry.’ Elliot said through his teeth as his hips started to rock against yours, the floorboards creaking underneath you. 

'Fuck I don’t care just fill me up.’ You gasped out in return which made Elliot swear under his breath again as he picked up pace, wet sounds coming from the place where your hips met as he fucked you frantically.

'El, El, El…’ You didn’t know why you were saying his name like that but it was like a chorus. All you could do was grip Elliot’s slender hips tightly, urging him deeper as his hips rolled against yours. Elliot kept one hand tightly on your ass cheek, kneading the soft flesh hard as he held you still on the floor whilst the other hand rested just above your head as he supported himself above you.

'Fuck, ah…’ Elliot bit out and suddenly you could feel yourself being flooded with warmth as he buried himself in you. Elliot stayed very still for a few moments, his sweaty brow pressed against your shoulder as he panted above you. Climax for Elliot was similar to being high and this was very much his comedown.

'You’re so good.’ You breathed out over Elliot’s shoulder and kissed the damp skin there whilst your back throbbed with pain from being down on the wooden floor. 

After that the anger was all but forgotten. Elliot lectured you of course but he wasn’t mad at all. In fact you were very pleased with yourself, pleased with the fact that from now on you knew exactly how to get Elliot going.

I need a “1.5 coffees” folder for my ficlets, clearly...

A brief coda to “Ladies Drink Free” that will maybe get revised and expanded when I have a little more brain…

Claire was sitting on the steps, her chin resting on her knee, and Dean was struck in that instant how much she resembled - not Cas, but Jimmy, and how much of Jimmy’s physical mannerisms were still echoed in Cas.

In this instance, at least, that helped.  He knew how to read that particular pensive sulk. “Hey kid.”

“Not a kid.” But her tone was tired, not antagonistic, and he didn’t take offense. 

“According to my mom, we’re always kids.”

“Yeah, well, news flash, you’re not my dad.”

He wasn’t so sure of that any more.   But he just sat down next to her, resting his elbows on his knees, and waited.

“I remember some of it,” she said, finally.  “Not… not everything, not even things.  Just…”

“The feeling of it,” he said, when she trailed off.  “The sensations.  Like your body was incredibly tight and at the same time expanding like whoa.”

“Yeah.”  She turned to look at him, a question in her eyes, and he looked down, then looked away.  But Claire was a hunter, all the way to the bone, and she couldn’t drop shit any more than Sam could.

“Dean.  How did you -“

“How did I know?  Been there, done that, threw away the t-shirt.”

“You were - what?”  He could feel her still staring at him, but turned his gaze on the bland landscape across from them rather than look at her.  Not while he was talking about this, he couldn’t.

“Vampire.”  And god, there was a whole pile of repressed shit he’d never wanted to shovel ever again.  “A bunch of years ago, there was…”  He didn’t want to talk about Sam-without-a-soul.  Ever.  “I got turned.  Sam found a cure.”  He didn’t want to talk about Samuel, either.  Ever.  “But there was a while there where…yeah.”

“How do you…forget?”  It was almost a whisper, as though she was afraid to ask, afraid that she already knew the answer.  

“Things get… vague.  Vaguer, anyway.  Time doesn’t heal shit, Claire, but it does a hell of a job in blunting the edges.  The more time you get from it, the more it feels like… something you read about, or maybe saw in a really bad movie late at night.  Real but not-real, all the same.”

“I remember being Castiel’s vessel like it happened yesterday.”

He swallowed hard, and resisted the urge to pull her in for a hug, knowing that would probably get him stabbed, right now.  “Yeah, that was… that’s… I got nothing.  Angels, man.  They’re-“

“Unforgettable?”  But the exhaustion had been replaced with a more familiar wry resignation, and he chuckled.  “Yeah, maybe.  Cas cares about you, you know.  He did even back then, he just didn’t know how to show it.”

“He’s still shit at it.”

Dean nodded, although that was probably more to do with his teachers than the student himself.

“And nice attempt at deflection.”  

He gave a half-shrug; he hadn’t actually meant it as one.  

“So, this, the werewolf thing… You think that’ll fade?  Eventually, I mean.”

“So long as you don’t keep poking at it, to keep it sharp.”

He didn’t have to look to know that she was glaring at him. “You think that’s what I do with Castiel?”

He didn’t answer that: she was a smart kid, she already knew the answer.

“Yeah, okay.  So.  Repress and repeal?”

“Hunter’s Third rule: don’t linger on the shit that didn’t kill you, ‘cause something new’s about to step up to the plate.”

“That is totally not a rule.”

“Should be.”

“We need a wiki.”

“Just remember to set it private, or some idiot’s going to turn it into a LARP.”

He felt the briefest touch of something against his shoulder, and risked a sideways glance to see her head tilting toward him.  Not resting on him, not exactly, but a definite lean toward.

He threw up a quick prayer to Chuck that he was doing the right thing, and draped an arm over her shoulders, not pulling her in, but just resting there. Something for them both to focus on, rather than the past.