an hour later this still cracks me up

Imagine Being Kidnapped by Kingsman’s Old Enemies

A/N: Hey pals! Sorry I’ve not updated in a while, I have mocks next week so things will be a bit slower :( hope that’s okay, and I’ll queue up some fics so you can’t avoid me ;P. ALSO I posted this on the wrong blog earlier sorryyyyy :P
This was requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch so I hope you like it!

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, swearing.

You woke up to hushed voices and a throbbing headache.

Prying your eyes open, you tried to reach up and rub them - only to find your hands tied behind your back, tight enough so you could feel the zip ties digging into your wrists.

“What the fuck?” You mumbled, voice still groggy from being unconscious. In the darkness, you could just make out the figures huddled in the corner of the room as they glanced over at your, still deep in conversation.

You felt a shiver of fear run through your body. These people were definitely not your friends; the guns in their hands and the pain in your head could attest to that. So who were they?

It was then that one of the silhouettes made their way out of the darkness. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man and he walked with the sharp posture of a soldier. There was a shotgun holstered on his thigh and he spun a knife between his fingers, the metal reflecting what little light there was in the room.

“Good. You’re awake.” he moved closer, kneeling in front of you, eyes locked on yours. You thought you recognised him; his voice and movements seemed familiar somehow.

“I see you’ve remembered me. I remember you, Emrys. You took down my organisation five years ago - you and Galahad, was it?” You knew exactly what he meant. Five years ago, when you’d only just joined Kingsman, you took your first mission with Agent Galahad. It was rough, and cold - three weeks in Russia in December, two of which were spent staking out the gang in an abandoned barn.

You recognised the man then. He was the ringleader of the operation that shipped drugs and body parts in an illegal trade network through Europe. Agent Galahad was new to Kingsman as well, so you worked well together, with him in the field and you hacking your way into the gang’s systems with ease.

Agent Galahad asked you out when you got back. You fell asleep on him in the cab, but he carried you inside and left a sticky note on your forehead with a time and a place.

(He did the same thing four years later when he proposed.)

“Yep, that was us. We fucked your operation right up, didn’t we?” You smirked at him, and he placed a calloused hand on your shoulder, making you flinch.

“You did indeed. But now -” He paused to look back at the others, two of whom were unlocking the cell door, “-you can help us fix it.” You rolled your eyes but felt fear gripping your core.

“How?” The man smiled, showing missing teeth and several gold fillings. You saw one of the others moving forwards, with a long chain that he quickly pulled around your ankles, tying you up completely. You tried to kick him, and hit his nose - he let out a long string of curses and the leader glared at you, raising a meaty fist that slapped your cheek.

“Time to go, Agent.” He grabbed you around the waist and threw you over his shoulder, and you screamed, wriggling and squirming but held still in his uncomfortable grasp.

They led you down a tunnel, standing close to the walls and walking in perfect formation. The man carrying you stood at the back, and as you moved your hands to maintain the feeling, you found that you could reach the wall. Bracing yourself, you dug your nails into the wooden wall and scratched four lines across it.
At least if Kingsman found this tunnel, they might guess where you were.

Blood gathered under your nails and splinters embedded themselves in your fingers, but you kept scratching, leaving a long trail down the wall.

The tunnel made a sudden turn, and the walls turned to stone. The group picked up their pace, walking towards a door at the end of the tunnel. When they pushed it open, you saw a room similar to your cell, but with a computer in front of a cast iron chair.

Dropping you unceremoniously into the chair, the leader stepped back and pressed a button. A set of steel cuffs wrapped around your ankles, and just as your hands were freed, they tied a rope tightly around your waist.

“You’re going to break into the secret service computer network. And you’ll implant a virus that can destroy their security, releasing the names of their undercover agents and any weapons plans they have. We’ll use them as leverage and your government will give us the resources we need. Understand?”

You looked at him, eyebrows raised. “You want me to hack into MI6?” He nodded, and his gang began to whisper together.

He held up a hand and the mumbling stopped. “That’s correct. Can you do it?” You bit back the temptation to roll your eyes and settled for breathing deeply.

“What if I don’t do it?” The leader smiled condescendingly, and spun his knife around between his fingers, dangerously close to your face.

“Then we’ll kill you, Agent. Slowly and painfully. Are you willing to take that chance?”

Panic began to build in your chest. You tried to compress it; you were an agent, a good one too. You squeezed your hands together, stroking your wedding ring and taking a breath.

“Try me.“

***

An hour later, and several more bruises later, you still wouldn’t crack. The gang leader (whose name was Sebastian) had tried all manner of methods to convince you help, but none of them had worked. You were still hoping that some other Kingsman agent would rush in to save you.

Somehow, Sebastian cottoned onto this. "They’re not coming for you Agent. They’ve given up on you. You might as well help us now because your Galahad’s clearly not coming to get you.”

Eggsy. Would he really give up on you? You’d both promised each other years before that you would always come for each other. When he saved you from Valentine, when you didn’t sleep for a week so you could watch over him on a dangerous mission - even when everyone else stopped hoping, you two had faith in each other.

“Alright,” You murmured, just loud enough for Sebastian to hear. “I’ll do it.”

“Good, agent. You did the right thing. Pity it took you so long,” He smirked at you, pushing the table with the computer closer to you. Fisting a hand in your hair, he yanked your head close to his.

“If you betray us, I will end you. You have two hours.”

**

The familiar feeling of a keyboard helped to calm you racing heartbeat. You saw that they’d already prepared the software - they just needed you to locate the MI6 system, get past the firewalls, and find the relevant information.

When you began to type, the code felt foreign to your hands. You had taught many agents how to input it, but you’d been waiting to use it for an emergency.

“C'mon, Eggsy, you have to learn this! What if you can’t get out of trouble some day?” Eggsy grinned at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’ll wait for you to come ‘n find me. S'not like I’d let you get rid of me so easily,” You rolled your eyes dramatically; Eggsy leant across the desk, seemingly about to whisper in your ear. Until he pressed his lips to yours and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer.

You always felt butterflies when you thought of the emergency code. This time, it was because of the barrel of a gun you felt pressed into your head.

Merlin would know where you were. If you could just finish the code, it would be less than an hour until they found you. Then all you had to do was pretend to hack until Kingsman got you out.

Enter. All you had to do was wait. For once, you let yourself feel proud, for developing the code that had just sent your location and a distress signal to Kingsman headquarters.

Sebastian pressed the gun harder into your head. “What was that? Are you in?” You shook your head, typing in all the codes you could think of. You just had to bide your time.

“Not yet. It takes time, you know. They have some complex encryptions,” He huffed, but let you get back to work.

Come on, Eggsy. I need you.

***

Your two hours were almost up.

The gun against your head wasn’t pressed as hard; you could still feel the dull ache the pressure had left.

Sebastian was getting desperate.

“Have you done it yet? You have five minutes, agent, and then I will kill you,” You didn’t look back at him, typing even faster. You entered random codes, anything to make you look like you were working.

Bang!

The gang members’ heads all turned to the door. What was that noise? It sounded like… a gunshot.

“What the hell was that?” Hissed Sebastian. Immediately, he took the safety off of his gun, and his cronies began to pull out weapons.

Come on Eggsy, you thought.

Grabbing your arm, Sebastian pressed something on the chair that released the cuffs on your ankles. He yanked you out of the chair, pulling you in front of him and pressing the gun against your temple.
“If this is your agency… I won’t hesitate, Emrys,” You felt hope building in your chest.

There were footsteps pounding the corridor outside. The sound of a gunshot reverberated through the room - please, let it be Eggsy. Suddenly a silence fell. Sebastian didn’t make a noise, and neither did the intruder on the other side of the door.

Until the door was kicked through, and a man in a smartly tailored suit stood there, holding a gun and an umbrella.

“I think you’ve got our hacker, bruv.” Sebastian jumped into action, firing two shots at Eggsy - who dove out of the way with a practised ease and kicked the legs of two other guys from underneath them. with Sebastian distracted, you saw your chance; you twisted his arm backwards and brought your knee to his stomach, sending him sprawling on the stone floor. You ripped the gun from his hands and kicked him, knocking him out.

“Y/N! Behind you!” Cried Eggsy, and you turned around just in time as a woman came up to you, a knife pointed straight at your throat. You threw a punch at her and she reeled backwards, where Eggsy threw her against the wall. There were only two people left, and they stood in the corner of the room, pointing their guns at you and Eggsy. The pair of you made eye contact and dove to the side as the pair shot at you.

You saw Eggsy’s umbrella lying near you, and grabbed it, pulling it towards the two of you. Opening it out, you felt the impact of the bullets and frantically pressed a button on the handle. It sent out a flash of light, and you flinched, but heard the sound of two bodies dropping to the ground.

Peering out from around the umbrella, you saw that the entire gang lay on the floor, dead or unconscious. Slumping against the wall, you looked up at Eggsy, who was staring at you.

“Glad you could make it Eggsy,” He shot you a smile, but the pair of you jumped as a sudden movement caught your eye. It was Sebastian and in his hand a remote. A cut was dripping blood down his face, but he looked you dead in the eyes and pressed a button.

“Security measure,” He whispered, before collapsing. Eggsy looked confused, and you felt the same; until the sound of ticking hit your ears.

Eggsy looked at you, panicked. “What the fuck is that?” Furrowing your brow in concentration, you tried to figure it out. Security measure? What would they have used -

“It’s a bomb! Fuck, Eggsy, we need to go,” Eyes wide, Eggsy grabbed your hand and sprinted out of the room, down the tunnel you had both come through. The ticking seemed to speed up - or maybe it was the blood pounding in your head as your pulse raced. There was a door up ahead, or at least the frame of a door that had clearly been kicked down.

The two of you ran faster still, the ticking reaching a crescendo and the door coming ever closer. Just a bit further, and you were safe -

***

The explosion could be heard from miles away.

It sent a fall of rocks down the mountain, and the entrance to the cave collapsed. No one inside could have survived - at least, that was what Merlin told the pair of you when you were sat safely in the plane, flying far away.

“And Emrys - good to know your code works. And well done on not letting those fuckers do anything awful. Galahad, good job too. But if you ever try and threaten me into saving your wife faster again, I will end you.” There was humour in his voice, and he rolled his eyes affectionately when Eggsy wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You and Eggsy left the cockpit of the plane, ready to remove your dusty, blood-stained clothes.

“Glad you’re alright, babe. You were fuckin’ badass in there. How did you get ‘em to let you use a computer?” You told him the whole story and he listened intently. As you finished, a curious expression appeared on his face.

“So what did you do if you weren’t hackin’ into MI6?” You hummed, unsure. Trying to think back over the codes you used, you were hit with a sudden realisation.

Biting your lip, you replied, “I just used whatever codes I could think of. They just happened to be the ones I used when Roxy and I hacked Harry’s computer last month…” Eggsy looked shocked, but couldn’t hold in his laughter.

“Oh my God, babe. You mean you -” He was overcome with laughter, and you grinned in mock shame.

“Yeah. I linked all their servers to a porn website. Oh god.”

Eggsy pulled you down onto the seat next to him, kissing you deeply.

“I fuckin’ love you, Y/N,” You smiled into the kiss, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek.

“Love you too, Eggsy.”

6

We were living out of a car once. Uncle Nick had kicked us out. We couldn’t find anyone else who’d take us in. Lip and Ian and me were sleeping in the backseat when Frank pulled over. Middle of the night. I think it was halstead. Told me to take the boys and sit on a curb, and he’d be right back. I was six.
Few hours later, we’re still sitting on the sidewalk, and Ian’s head is burning up. He’s hysterical. I don’t know what to do. So I ran down the street, Lip under one arm, Ian under the other, trying to flag down help. It would have been easier scoring crack than a ride to the clinic. I finally made it on foot. They said ian had a fever of 104. Another couple hours… who knows? I didn’t find Frank till a couple days later. First thing he asked me was how much money I had on me.

Out Of Nothing At All - Seventeen

It took Spencer twenty minutes before he was able to speak again.

He’d made his way out the city and back onto the freeway, his knuckles white from how tightly he was clenching the steering wheel. Every time you went to speak to him, he just shook his head, sensing that you wanted to talk but that he couldn’t. He was too wound up.

You couldn’t believe that he’d actually told your Mother off. The only person to ever attempt that and come out in one piece was your Grandfather. Reid had stuck up for you….. Despite all of the horrible things you’d done or said to him in the past. He’d had your back.

The anger on his face as he’d stormed out the house had been indescribable, even when interrogating suspects or taking down unsubs, you rarely saw him lose his cool. There was something about it that had been so….. Attractive.

You shook that feeling off, glancing at him as he bought the car to a stop. Traffic… Again.

He sighed loudly, clearly frustrated and then you both jumped as a bright flash lit the dark sky followed by one of the loudest cracks of thunder you’d heard. Seconds later, the heavens opened, rain pounding down on the roof of the car.

“Fucking fantastic,“ Reid muttered.

“I know right. It’s 8pm. If traffic’s as bad as it was coming here, we’re not gonna get home until the early hours. The roads must still be blocked from the accident earlier.”

“And I despise driving in the rain.”

“I know you do.” You reached out and squeezed his arm.

“Spencer?”

“Hmmmmm.”

“Thank you…. For sticking up for me.”

He turned to you looking surprised, as if they’re ever been any doubt that he wouldn’t have.

“Y/N of course I’d stick up for you. Your Mother was totally out of line. I honestly didn’t believe she was as vile as you made her out to be but now I think you were perhaps being too nice about her. She has no right saying the things she does.”

“Well still, thank you. It means a lot that you would.”

“Of course.”

In the next hour and a half you moved about five miles at most. The combination of the rain and the accident that had delayed you before, making the roads terrible.

Spencer started to signal to turn off when he saw an exit coming up.

“I remember seeing a motel earlier. I think we might have to just call it a night. We’re not going to get home until a ridiculous time otherwise and I’m exhausted.”

“I could drive for a bit?” you offered.

“If the motel doesn’t have any vacancies then you might have to. But if we can get some rooms, then I think it might be better to just stay here and drive home tomorrow when the roads are clear.”

“Okay… Whatever works.”

He drove for another few miles or so, wipers going ten to the dozen until you spotted a Motel with a vacancy sign. He pulled into the parking lot as close to the reception as he could.

“Stay in the car….. I’ll go see if they’ve got two rooms free.”

“Two? Spence we can just share. It’s fine.” Spence?….. Since when did you become JJ?

He clocked it too, his eyes flickering slightly.

“Sorry…… I know you don’t like anyone else calling you that.”

“No it’s fine…. And it’s not that I don’t like I don’t mind other people calling me that, it’s just JJ is generally the only person who does. It just sounded strange coming from you that’s all, but in a good way. And, if you’re sure, I’ll go for the one room. Be back in a second.”

He hurried out of the car, dashing across to the Reception returning ten minutes later with a key card in hand. He got back in the car, restarting the engine and driving the few yards across to another space just outside a door.

“We actually got the last room anyway, so we’d have had to share.”

“That’s okay Spence….. ”

He grinned at you and gave you the key. “You go in, I’ll grab the bags outta the back okay?”

Sliding out of the seat you walked to the door as quickly as you could, getting pelted with the heavy rain quickly soaking through your coat. Unlocking and pushing the door open you hurried inside, surveying the room.  Standard motel room decor, basic but neat and the smell of bleach at least told you it was clean.

Spencer came hurrying in moments later, dropping your bags on the floor and slamming the door shut, pushing his now dripping hair out of his face.

“Spencer….. ”

“Yeah?”

“Im hungry.” You’d not managed to eat much at your Mother’s.

He sighed before admitting, “Me too…. There’s a vending machine in reception. Do you have change?”

You chucked him your purse watching him hurry back out into the torrential rain, using the time alone to quickly peel off your dress and climb into your comfortable pajamas.

Shoving your hair up into a loose bun, you used a make up wipe to clean your face before searching for your phone and charger.

Six missed calls…huh? You didn’t recognise the number, but as you plugged it in to the socket it started to vibrate again.

You swiped to answer it, sitting cross legged on the bed.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? It’s Lia.”

Your sister? What was she doing calling you. It said a lot about your relationship that you didn’t even have her number stored in your phone.

“I guess you want to have your say too then Amelia. I guess we didn’t really give you much chance earlier.”

Reid came back through the door, laden down with chips, pretzels and cans of soda. Realising you were on the phone, he quietly assembled his wares on the bed.

“Actually no…… Y/N. I wanted to….. I wanted to say I’m sorry. For how Mom reacted.”

“Pardon?” You clicked your phone to speaker, motioning for Spencer to listen.

“I’m sorry….. Look. This is hard Y/N. I know we’ve not always been close and I know that’s probably more my fault than yours…”

No shit.

“But, you don’t deserve Mom going off on you the way she does. And….. What happened to Will wasn’t your fault. What your friend said earlier made total sense. So…. I’m sorry okay. For everything. And….. Congratulations.”

You didn’t know what to say. Your sister never apologised to anyone for anything. Yet hear she was, on the other end of the phone, sounding choked up whilst she was apologising to you.

“Are you still there?”

“Erm… Yeah, sorry. I’m just taken a back I guess.” Even Spencer was looking surprised.

“I get it. It’s totally out of character and all,“ Lia gave a small giggle. “I do mean it though, and I thought I should tell you. Y/N…… I’d like to be in your life again in someway. Maybe we could try to get to know each other again?”

Wow.

“Erm…. Oh fuck Lia. Erm sure, okay. Maybe when this baby is born you and George could visit or something?”

“Yes…. I’d like that. I know George would too. I’ll let you go now, but congratulations again okay. To you and Spencer. I liked him by the way, it’s not often someone can wipe that smirk off Mother’s face.”

You ended the call, totally gobsmacked.

“So that was weird.” You turned to Reid, grabbing a bag of pretzels and a coke and tucking in.

“Very….. But, she’s making an effort. Are you going to stay in touch?” Reid was shovelling chips into his mouth.

“We’ll see. I’ll leave it to her to make contact again, but we’ll see.”

You ate, and then cleaned up your empty wrappers, Reid going off into the bathroom to get changed.

There was only the one double bed in the room so you settled down next to each other, you clicking the TV on to an channel marathoning old episodes of E.R.

You snuggled down to watch feeling sleepy, but not quite tired enough yet. Plus…. You were cold.

“Spencer…. Is it totally weird if I steal body heat.”

“How can you steal my body heat exactly?” His confused look made you giggle.

“Cuddling? Ugh forget it… It’s definitely weird. I blame the baby. I think she wants to be close to her daddy.”

“Daddy?”

“It’s strange isn’t it…. Mommy and Daddy.”

“Very….. But anyway, yes. Steal my body heat. I wouldn’t want to deprive the little peanut.”

Result… He lifted his arm and you snuggled close, resting your head on his chest soon feeling warmer and strangely content.

After two episodes, you could feel your eyes drooping and Spencer’s breathing had evened out. You clicked the TV off, Spencer’s eyes opening again as he felt your weight lift off him.

“Night Y/N.”

“Night Spence, thanks again for today.”

You leant in, intending to give him a quick kiss on the cheek as a gesture of gratitude.

But he turned, and your lips brushed the corner of his mouth instead.

You both recoiled slightly, but left your faces close to each other in the darkened room, the atmosphere suddenly as electric as the earlier storm had been. 

You weren’t sure which one of you moved first but your lips were suddenly against each other’s again, moving slowly and gently. His were soft and tasted of mint from where he’d brushed his teeth earlier.

He tilted his head, sucking your bottom lip between his, the motion so reminiscent of that night, that damn night. You’d forgotten what a good kisser he was. It was only when he moved his hand to your cheek that you pulled back, eyes wide as you realised what you were doing.

No.

Just no.

That could not happen.

“Shit.”

“Sorry.”

Both of you apologised hurriedly.

“Can we just…. ”

“Forget that happened and go to sleep. Yes please,”  you rushed out, noticing that his breathing was ragged.

“Yes, that. Sorry… Good night Y/N. Sorry… Shit. Sorry.”

“Forget about it Spence. Please. Good night,” you whispered, you both quickly turning so that your backs were to each other on the bed.

What the fuck was that all about?

Just….

What?

No. Just…. No.

Yet……

Nope, Y/N.

Your internal argument went on for a good while longer before you finally fell asleep.

TalesFromYourServer: I have officially been initiated at my new job

So for birthdays we have to make an ice cream bowl and top it with goodies, on the house of course.

I have never had to make one up until today so I ask a senior server where the ice cream is and she tells me it’s in the freezer in the garage  (we have a dry, non-food storage garage off the back of the restaurant) and of course I thought it was weird that the ice cream was stored in there. So I go out there and open up the freezer. It’s warm on the inside and I was concerned so I grabbed the single carton of ice cream and brought it into the kitchen to let the manager know that the freezer was broken and ask if we had any other ice cream.

He looks very annoyed and concerned about the broken freezer so he asks me to open the carton to see if it had happened recently or a few days ago. I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to help so I opened the carton.

And got blasted by a confetti bomb…

Everyone cracks up and I’m still picking confetti out of my hair and clothes 6+ hours later. But it was hilarious. Turns out that freezer has been broken for over a year and every new server is told to retrieve ice cream from it before they know any better.

Anyone else been a part of hilarious and harmless pranks by coworkers?

By: EatSleepCryDie

Letters From Home

A/N: This is my first actual Dean x Reader, I hope you all like it!

Request:  Hi! You are such a good writer and when I saw your post for requests I thought I’d give it a shot. I was wondering if you would take a dean x reader request where her grandma is really sick/dying and she hasn’t seen her family in years but they used to be really close. She tries to hide how upset she is from dean but he knows and comforts her.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None really, it’s kind of sad, but it has a fluffy ending :)

Word Count: 862

Originally posted by adoringjensen


You locked up your P.O. box, and made your way back to your little red truck. You had a P.O box so that your family still had some way to contact you. You hadn’t talked to them in years, it just wasn’t safe with you being a hunter. They didn’t know about that life, and they didn’t need to know. You couldn’t mail them back, hell, they didn’t even know if you got any of their mail; but they sent it anyway.

You got into your truck and opened the first letter. It was from your mom, you smiled, your eyes watering as you read. You missed her. At the end of the letter she went onto say that your grandmother was reaching her final days. She had lived a long and wonderful life, but she was sick and going downhill quickly. You and your grandmother were very close back when you were still with your family. You told her everything, and she told you life stories, took you out on the town, and baked you cookies.

When you finished the letter you put it down on the seat next to you. You looked up and began sobbing. You couldn’t lose her. You wanted nothing more than to start your truck up and drive home, and go be with her. But you couldn’t. The angels were after you, and everything you loved. If they found out about your family, that would be it for them; and you couldn’t let that happen. So you sat in your truck, wiped your tears, and drove back to the bunker. You had told Sam and Dean that you needed to take a drive, things were tense lately, so the excuse worked.

When you got back to the bunker, you went straight to your room, ignoring Sam and Dean. They looked at each other, puzzled. They knew something was wrong, but they also knew that you weren’t one to talk about these things. So Dean went out to your truck where he found the letter. He read it, his heart aching for you. You never talked about your family, but you had mentioned your grandmother on occasion.

You were lying in bed, silently crying, curled up into a ball when Dean let himself in. He didn’t say anything. He just walked over to you and sat at the food of your bed. He was holding your letter, searching for the right words to say. You weren’t angry that he had went into your truck. You wanted to tell him everything anyway.

You and Dean were close, more than close really. You both were hopelessly in love with each other, but because of your stubborn personalities, you were afraid something would happen. He had never admitted it to you, and you the same; but silent moments like this made it obvious. Especially this moment, because he got up and climbed in bed behind you, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you close into a spoon position.

You wiped your tears away and placed your hand on his.

“You wanna talk about it sweetheart?”

“There’s nothing to talk about, I’m fine.” you were really trying to hide how upset you were, he had just seen you completely broken down. He didn’t need to see anymore.

“Y/N, please don’t lie to me,” His voice was as soft as it could be for Dean Winchester, which made you scoot even closer to him, if that was even possible. “I know what it’s like to have to be away from family.”

“Dean, it just hurts. I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” Your voice cracked at the end of your sentence. You couldn’t hold back any longer. You were breaking down again and dean was urging you to turn around. You did, and curled into him, his arms holding you close.


You woke up a few hours later, still in Dean’s arms, you didn’t even remember falling asleep. When Dean felt you stirring he leaned back and looked at you.

“Hey princess.” You smiled slightly, you liked when he called you princess. You rolled away from him to stretch, and sit up. He sat up as well.

“You didn’t sleep?” You asked him.

“No, I-uh, I wasn’t tired.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Dean”
“Y/N”

You both said at the same time. You looked at each other, and both leaned in for a kiss at the same time. It was a soft kiss, a loving one. It didn’t last long, when you both pulled away you looked at each other once again.

“Y/N, I love you,” He started. “And I’ll get you to see your grandma, safely.”

“Dean you ca-” He interrupted you.

“I can, and I will.” He stood up and held his hand out to you. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do”

“Then let’s go, you need to see her.” You allowed a smile to appear on your face as you followed him to your bedroom door.

“And Dean,” He stopped and turned to you.

“Yes?” He turned to you, waiting for you to protest again.

“I love you too.”


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Part 4: Unexpected Encounter

(Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3)

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Summary: Y/N tries her best to avoid Theo after they encounter that night. However that proves to be difficult considering Theo won’t let you forget. There’s an attraction between the both of you, there’s no denying that. But you are set on the idea that what happened that night would never happen again, and this attraction towards Theo is dangerous. Can Theo convince you otherwise? Or will you be the one girl that Theo can’t have?

Originally posted by scilesbutt

Side Note: I hope this part makes up for the lack of Theo in part 3 ahaha. For the sake of the story Lydia and Stiles are actually a couple. Do you guys think this is how it should end, or should I continue writing?


You woke up the next morning completely forgetting about last night, however the bliss was cut short when you turned over and saw your phone. You knew….you knew that the right thing was to respond back. You grabbed your phone, unlocked it and stared at those 4 little words again. You didn’t know how long you had been staring at your phone until you heard your mum’s voice telling you that breakfast was ready, you decided that the best thing to do for right now was to leave it be.

You walked downstairs and greeted your mum with a good morning before she rushed out the door heading off to work. If felt odd for some reason, to be sitting here alone…it was clear that your thoughts and your heart just didn’t agree on the current situation, and it all honestly you felt like they would never agree. You stood up, washed your bowl and decided that today you needed a distraction, today you needed to forget about Theo. So you ran upstairs, grabbed your phone and texted Lydia to come shopping with you for a girls day out insisting that you really needed one. Of course Lydia texted back happy that you suggested a girls day out, she sent another message saying that she’ll meet you at the mall.

It took you an hour or so to get ready but you finally made it to the mall. You saw Lydia looking as gorgeous as ever, and instantly thinking that Stiles is very lucky to have her. You ran up to her and gave her a massive hug, one that you desperately needed. She returned the hug and gave you a wide smile.

“So are we just going to stand here, or actually go in” she asked

You laughed at how eager she was to go in. The many things you loved about Lydia is she always was eager to get things done. Nothing would stop her and you figured that was one of the many qualities Stiles loved about her as well. An hour passed then two and you could honestly say that you were beyond exhausted. Lydia and you sat down at the food court resting your well deserved feet. You were too busy rubbing the back of your foot that you failed to notice Lydia staring at you. “Are you going to tell me what’s really going on Y/N?” she asked.

“What are you talking about Lydia”

“You know what I’m talking about, as nice as this girls day out has been I can tell that something is bothering you. So spill, I promise I won’t tell Stiles if it has anything to do with Theo. I have a feeling his just waiting for Theo to screw up so he has a reason to punch him” Lydia said trying to make you crack a smile.

“You’re right Lydia, it is about Theo. But I promised myself that today wasn’t going to be about him. I love that you care so deeply about me, but I’ll be fine. Now come on we still have more stores to look at, and I’m pretty sure Stiles wouldn’t mind if you brought some sexy lingerie”. Lydia laughed and got up linking your arm in hers.

Another hour later and both you and Lydia decided that now would be a good time to call it quits and go home. You honestly never have done that much shopping in your life, and you applaud people who have the energy to do that everyday. Lydia and you said your goodbyes and headed your separate ways, but not before Lydia stopped you and said “If you need me, I’m here for you 100%. Whatever happens between you and Theo just know that we have your back”. Smiling back at Lydia you gave her one last hug and got into your car before heading home.

By the time you got home you noticed that you mum’s car still wasn’t parked in the driveway and with the amount of shopping bags you had, you would say that was a good thing. You unlocked the door placing the bags on the floor. You made your way upstairs and opened the door to your bedroom, however when you opened the door you weren’t expecting….Theo. He was sitting on your bed playing with the ends of your pillow, he heard the door open and immediately stood up standing a safe distance between you and him. You froze, you were utterly frozen. This was not happening you thought, not today and certainly not now. You tried your hardest to not look at him, but your eyes weren’t listening to your brain and in a second they locked with his. Silence that’s all that filled the room, it was obvious that one of you had to speak because this was starting to get ridiculous. Thankful Theo broke the silence saving you from having to, “Your mum let me in before she left” he said.

“Of course she did, what are you doing here Theo” you asked him with a slight annoyance in your voice

“I came here to talk, didn’t you get my message?” He asked you like it should of been the most easiest thing in the world to know.

"Yeah I got it, but considering you didn’t speak to me for weeks I thought not responding to your message, at least for a day wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Don’t tell me I hurt your feelings?”

"You’re mad at me, look”…

Before Theo had the chance to say anything else you cut him off.

"No Theo, I’ve moved passed mad and now I’m pissed off! You had no right to kiss me, and you certainly had no right to ignore me for weeks” You yelled at him.

He looked towards you said “Well to be fair you kissed me back. And don’t act like you didn’t want me to kiss you! I sensed your heartbeat, I sensed how you reacted to my lips on yours. Don’t stand there and tell me that you weren’t craving more. Because we both know you were.” His tone of voice surprised you a little, it was full of frustration.

You gave Theo the biggest glare before replying.

“Screw you Theo!”

“You already did that babygirl, and if my memory is correct you weren’t complaining after it happened either. In fact didn’t you want to go for another round?” Theo looked at you and flashed his signature smirk.

And just like that you slapped him as hard as you could. To say that he wasn’t shocked would be the understatement of the century. He slowly turned his face and apart of you wished you hadn’t of done that. He walked towards you and eventually you had nowhere to go because your back hit the wall. You looked in Theo’s eyes…they were dark and you didn’t know if it was from angry or lust. Both of you kept on staring, it’s like neither one of you knew what would happen if eye contact was broken, and at this stage you didn’t want to find out. You couldn’t bear the silence so this time you decided to break it.

"Please say something Theo” you pleaded

He looked at you for a minute longer before speaking, “I’m sorry Y/N for ignoring you these last few weeks, but I needed space…”

You scoffed not believing what had just come out of his mouth, “You needed space? In case you forgot you kissed me!” God you thought, this boy was irritating you like no other.

“And in case you forgot you kissed me back! Damn it Y/N!”. Theo stepped backwards and ran his fingers through his hair, he was clearly getting more frustrated…in fact you both were.

"You keep saying that you want me, I can sense how much you want me. But then you turn around and say that you can’t be with me, and we both know that’s bullshit! I care about you Y/N and that night was amazing. You can’t stand there and tell me it wasn’t, you feel exactly how I feel. So why the hell can’t we be together?”

You stood there letting his words sink in. You looked at him, slowly but carefully taking in his appearance fearing that it might be the last time you ever saw him. He stared back at you with as much intensity as he did when he had you pinned up against the wall. You wanted to grab him and kiss him, you wanted to tell him that his right, but instead you said with tears in your eyes.

“Because I can’t be the good girl who falls in love with the bad boy”

Theo looked at you once more and sighed, he run his fingers through his hair one last time before walking over to you. He stopped and glazed into your eyes before saying, “Then how come I can be the bad boy who falls in love with the good girl?”

And just like that Theo left, leaving you standing in the middle of your room surrounded by nothing but tears in your eyes, your thoughts and the echo of Theo’s last words.

jlzimmz  asked:

40 ANDREW AND NEIL

40. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

They didn’t do it often, because they were busy people and were usually content to be around the other Foxes, but every once in a while Andrew and Neil would sneak away to Columbia for a weekend, just to be with one another and not have to worry about anything else.

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Idiot; Laurens x reader

This is my first imagine!! I apologize in advance considering I find it very cringey, but at the same time it makes me happy;)))). Also there is so many verb tense shifts… I tried to fix a lot of them but then I got bored so sorry about that lmao.

Summary; You are friends with John Laurens and had a crush on him for the longest time. You get snowed into the boys’ apartment and FLUFF!!! im sorry. Im working on a second one as we speak.

Word Count; 2129

TW; some cussing??, bad writing, FLUFF



“Don’t you dare throw that snowba- goddammit John!” you yell as your friend John Laurens hits you right in the arm. His freckled, dark face lights up with laughter almost immediately. You roll a ball of snow in your gloves and pelt him in the chest. Thanks to your five stressful years of softball pitching, he stumbles on the ice underneath his feet and lands in a pile of snow.

“BOOM! That oughta show you not to mess with me!” you say jokingly as you stride proudly towards him. He playfully shoves you into a mound of snow and both of you erupt in laughter. He gets on his feet, wipes the tears from his eyes, and offers you his hand. As you take it he chuckles, “Let’s go meet up with the boys, hotshot.”

“Look who’s talking, asshole,” you say pushing him aside and laughing.

You grew up in South Carolina with John Laurens by your side since your freshman year. Since then, the two of you were inseparable and were never seen without the other. Your senior year was miserable because he went off to college in New York City while you stayed behind in South Carolina. You never told him about that year because knowing John, he would definitely feel guilty. You knew he had nothing to be guilty about so you kept your thoughts to yourself. Eventually, college came around the corner and when you arrived at the NYC airport to attend the same college as him. John was the first face you saw. A mop of curly brown hair tied back into a ponytail, freckles framing an adorable smile, and sparkling green eyes.  He glowed when he saw your face and you jumped into his arms. It felt like yesterday.

 Now the year is slowly nearing its end, and thanks to January, New York City is in a massive snowstorm. Cars aren’t able to drive on the streets and all of the subways aren’t running.

You and John made your way from the girl’s dorm to the boy’s dorm which was across the campus which felt like five miles through Antarctica. The whole time the two of you had your hands firmly in your pockets with your arms glued to your sides with your neck buried into your scarves. It was over a week since you’ve talked to the boys due to a massive workload from the many advanced classes you were taking. You smiled at the idea of hanging out with the four dorks.

Both you and Laurens were standing at the entrance to his dorm and were both shivering and soggy from your trek through the snowstorm.

“Let’s get you inside and warm,” he says as he pulls out keys to the dorm from his sweatshirt pocket. You smile at him through your scarf for being sweet. The door opens and the smell of hot chocolate and donuts hit you both.

“Must be Laf’s baking,” you reason as you follow your nose to the kitchen.

There you find Lafayette dipping a donut in his hot chocolate. You greet him saying “Bonjour, French fry!” as loud and sarcastically as you could manage. Startled, he responds with “Oh, bonjour comment allez-vous (Y/N)? Quel beau jour, il à l'extérieur”(Oh, hello how are you (Y / N)? What a beautiful day it outside). You, having no idea what he said respond with “uh… oui.”

He chuckles, “Nice to see you too (Y/N).” You flash him a quick smile as you pour a cup of hot chocolate for yourself.

“Did you make these?” you ask holding up the hot chocolate and apple cider donuts.

“Yep, it didn’t take long, and Alex needed something to eat after working all night on his essay.”

“Jesus,” you mutter, “that boy needs to learn how to keep a proper sleep schedule.” You walk towards Alex’s office.

You open the door and the room was pitch black except for the bright glow of the computer screen. He is sitting in his computer chair his head facing the screen. You knock on the door multiple times as you peek in. No answer, yet you walk in anyways. When you are close enough you hear a faint snoring.

“Jesus Alex,” you mutter as you save his work and start to pull him up on his feet. “John help me take Alex to bed,” you yell-whisper. “Coming,” a soothing voice answers as you hear the noises of a movie come to a halt and blankets shuffling on the couch.

Once Alex was tucked into bed you immediately realize that you haven’t seen Herc yet.

“John, where the hell is Herc? I haven’t seen him for almost a week and I haven’t even found him in his own dorm.”

“Before I left to pick you up he was reading a book at the dining table,” he answers. You thank John with a smile and a nod when you turn towards the direction of the table. Before you could leave John grabs you by the arm and pulls you in for a hug. Your heart skips a beat when your head comes in contact with his chest.

“We all missed you (Y/N),” he whispered into the top of your head. His arms around you felt so right. You tighten your arms around him.

“I missed you boys too.” you slowly whisper in response.

“You’ve been working your ass off harder than Alex does. You need to visit us more ofte-”

“Well look at you two lovebirds!” interrupts Herc with Laf at his side who is still holding his hot chocolate. Both of them smiling teasingly. You and John jerk away from each other with bright red faces, both of you caught off guard by Herc’s interruption. Both of you didn’t even notice their entrance.

“Shut up guys,” you and John say in unison which only made you and John’s faces turn a brighter red.

The boys have been shipping you with John since the moment you met them. They believed that you and John were perfect for each other, and you couldn’t deny the possibility that they were right. Whenever you were with him you lost a sense of reality. His touch sent shivers down your spine and when he cracked a smile your heart skipped a beat. Being friends throughout high school, it would be shocking if you never considered dating John, You knew you had feelings for him but were too afraid to admit it.


An hour later Alex had finally woken up and the boys put on a scary movie. You have never been a fan of horror movies and were still unsure how the boys convinced you to watch it with them. You reluctantly agreed saying, “Fine. But I’m only watching it because of you guys peer pressuring me.” They all laughed while Laf pressed play.

The snow was piling up outside and the sun had fallen, yet none of you seemed to notice. You were curled up in the fetal position with the blanket wrapped around you, leaning against John’s side while his arm was wrapped around you. Whenever a moment of suspense came up in the movie you were ready to retreat your eyes into John’s side. Suddenly a jump scare startles you and a muffled wince squeaks out from your mouth as your bury your face into John’s side once more. He quietly chuckled and ran his hands through your hair. Luckily, none of the others noticed the small gesture that silently melted your heart.

A buzzing came from Alex’s phone. He announces, “the weather app says that 9 more inches fell within the past hour.” You quickly check the time on your phone and realize just how late it was. You throw off your blanket and cry, “oh my gosh I completely lost track of time!” As you sprint to the door to throw on your jacket, scarf, and boots. You could barely reach the top of the coat stand. “I have to head back to my place!” you cry in an obvious panic.

All four of them were now on there feet concerned for you. Alex cut you off, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warns. “It says here that the paths are icy and that the blizzard is impossible to see through,” as he looks down at his phone once more.

“It’s too dark to see out there anyways,”John notes quickly. “You could always just spend the night here you know…” He said the last couple of words slower and softer as if he anticipated a reaction from the others.

“I guess I can just sleep on the couch,” you said as your nerves settled down.

“No I’ll sleep on the couch, you can sleep in my room tonight.” offered Laurens. That was when the others turned to each other and said “oooooh” in unison. You couldn’t help laugh.

“You guys are dorks,” you giggle as everyone settles back down on the couch.


Soon, the movie was finished and the boys were preparing for bed. You told Lafayette to go get ready for bed and that you’ll make everyone Ramen for dinner. It was the extent of your cooking knowledge anyways. “Merci,” he replied as he bent down to give you a hug. You went on your tiptoes to make the hug easier on his part. Then he left and you started to boil the water.

“(Y/N) is a great girl, John,” Laf said seriously as he leaned against John’s door frame watching him clean up his dirty laundry to make his space more presentable. “You need to speak up before she’s taken. Girls like her aren’t single for long. Don’t waste your chances.” Laf walked away before John could respond. He opened his mouth and closed it again.

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The boys finished eating and were brushing their teeth in the bathroom while you were going through John’s drawers for some pajamas. You came across one of his favorite T-shirts and boxer shorts. You try on the shirt and it went down to your knees. Curse his height. The boxer shorts were too big and fell down when you pulled them up. You laughed at how small you were compared to him. “Hey John, I stole your T-shirt for pajamas,” you yelled. You heard a muffled “Ooooooo- Ow! What was that for?” coming from the bathroom where the boys were. You couldn’t help but laugh.

You were in John’s bed sitting up and browsing your phone when John walked in. “Huh! You look better in that shirt than I do!” he chuckled as he sat down on the bed.

“Pfft, yeah right, I probably look gross,” you laugh remembering your soaked hair from earlier.

“I can assure you that you look just as beautiful as ever,” He complimented sending a wave of warmth through your body. Your face immediately flushed and you smiled.

“(Y/N)?” he mutters, the tone in his voice shifted as he looked down at his lap.

“Yes John? Is everything alright?” you answer concerned.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, “I’m so stupid for making the mistake of falling in love with my best friend…” You were shocked and confused. Who does he mean?

“What?!” Your head was in a whirlwind of jumbled up feelings.

John let out a short quick breath and quickly forced out “Um–I love you. I loved you since the moment I first laid my eyes on you… -Oh man, you know what, screw it!” he chokes as he gets up off the bed and paces to the door.

“John no wait,” you call, after his feet hit the floor and he rushes towards the doorknob.

“John goddammit, I love you too!” He turns around, those were the last words he expected to come out of your mouth. You continue,

“My senior year of high school was miserable without you John. Being without you made me realize how much you matter to me!” you were now out of bed staring him directly in the face. “ I love you too, you idiot!” you exhaled, your voice now in a whisper. Suddenly, John bolts across the room and you two collide into a hug. His left arm around your waist, while his right is on your back. He only pulled you away to kiss the top of your forehead, and to bring you back into his arms once more. The two of you stood there in silence for what felt like an hour. Your head nuzzled into his chin. He soon broke the silence by apologizing for not being there for you on your senior year. “You idiot,” you croaked again, looking up at his freckled face. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”


Sorry once again! Hope you enjoyed and the next one should be better hopefully. Also once i get more than two I’ll try and make a masterlist if I can figure that out.

I was crying a little in the photo op room before hand (I’m not sure why considering I met them already??? I think I had a ‘wow this show means a lot to me moment’) anyways PSA: DONT ASK J2 TO SQUISH YOU AS HARD AS THEY CAN THEY WILL CRACK YOU SPINE INTO TWO PIECES. I was like ‘hi! Can you guys squish me as hard as you possibly can??“ And Jensen and Jared exchanged an amused look and Jensen goes “Hmm.. Are you sure you can handle it??” And Im like “yes I’m ready!! Let’s do this!! Who do I hug??” And Jared goes “Me! I want a hug come here you!!” and proceeded to pull me into a hug and actually break my body. At one point I had to gasp for air. When they let go I struggled to regain my balance and said something along the lines of “wow! holy shit that hurt” and they both cracked up. I had a horrible back pain for most of that day especially like 3 hours after it. Now a day later my back still hurts a bit lol.

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Shameless meme: 10 scenes
“We were living out of a car once. Uncle Nick had kicked us out, couldn’t find anyone else who’d take us in. Lip and Ian and me were sleepin’ in the backseat when Frank pulled over. Told me to take the boys and sit on the curb and he’d be right back. I was six. Few hours later, we’re still sittin’ on the sidewalk and Ian’s head is burning up. He’s hysterical, I don’t know what to do, so I ran down the street. Lip under one arm, Ian under the other, trying to flag down help. Would have been easier scoring crack than a ride to the clinic. I finally made it on foot. They said Ian had a fever of 104. Another couple hours, who knows. I didn’t find Frank until a couple days later. First thing he asks me was how much money I had on me. I wish I could say that was the only time, but it was just the first.” (4/10)

The Scoop

@superkartoffel this one’s for you. It’s a little cracked, I apologize, things got… away from me. I’m going to blame the painkillers for my wrist injury. Still hope you like it.


Winn got a text at 6:04pm. Gotta cancel. Sorry. Cat’s got me working late. So when he went to the office a half hour later to pick up his forgotten sweater, he was surprised to find the lights off, and no sign of Kara. Weird, but maybe she was somewhere else in the building. Maybe Cat needed Kara at dinner to cut up her food, or break apart her lobster, or fulfill whatever other weird requests that woman made. 

James got a text at 6:06pm. Have to cancel tonight. Sorry. Working late. He got another one at 6:07. Tell Lucy sorry too. I don’t have her number. He sat back on the couch, and flipped open his laptop. Not a Supergirl headline in sight. He shrugged. Cat probably had her out doing God knows what.

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This was the last message between us.

We begun in a drunken haze of mixed emotions and past scars. We were both sunburnt from past ghosts. The temporary fix was available and we believed it would cure our sunburns. Well at least, i believed it would.

I piled back layers of myself- leaving pieces of myself like dry skin. You told me that there could be something in the future. And I stupidly believed you.

Almost as fast as it begun, you were gone. I was nothing- a mere memory. You became a new sunburn. Although, it hurt a lot more than I was expecting. You weren’t ready for me- or apparently ready for anyone of that matter.

Cheap alcohol burnt my tongue as I tried to hide your memory. It didn’t work. I found myself running back to you- tears and broken words. You made fun of me for caring. Our whole friendship circle made fun of me for being sensitive. You all crushed me for caring. Like it was all some joke. You never once stood up for me. You, yourself, were amused with my pain.

A month flew by without talking to you. They all still laughed at me- poking and prompting me to crack again. I pushed you away. I didn’t want to remember the bitter betrayal I felt.

You noticed.

You noticed how I no longer stared at you. That I stopped crying your name. That I stopped drunk messaging you what was on my heart. I hadn’t even come to visit you at early hours of the morning.

Suddenly, a month later.

You kissed me.

My last message to you was wanting an explanation for the kiss. You responded with ‘what are we talking about’. It stung. You never cared about me. It hit me. It didn’t matter how out of line your actions were- you didn’t feel the need to explain yourself. You just wanted to suck me back in. Hurt me all over again.

That’s why I never begged for an explanation. That’s why I stopped saying hey or looking you in the eye.

That’s our last message.

A week later, you were with another girl.

Swan Song

A/N: This was inspired by Steph’s (@torn-and-frayed) rewrite, she posted Season 5 episode 1 Part 1, and I felt inspired to write a rewrite of the Season 5 finale, and here it is, let me know if you want a next part…cause I have some ideas. Hehehehehe.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: You have been captured by Lucifer and tortured into saying consent to let him posses you, but what will happen when Dean is trying to find you, but also help his brother fight the Devil.

Warnings: Detailed torture, breaking bones, gore, demon blood, Lucifer being a dick bag.

Word Count: 2,905

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Feedback is greatly appreciated…as always.<3


Originally posted by thebuckybrnes


*flashback*

The Devil had a vessel, Nick to be correct, but he was becoming used and worn down. Lucifer had to find a new one, but not Sam Winchester…Not just yet. Lucifer had to use a temporary vessel until he could posses his true vessel.

He had a few choices for his meat suits, but he had one in mind that stuck out, one human that would make the Winchester’s blood boil. So he set out on his mission, to find her, interrogate her, and make her meat suit his.

He had a special tactic, one that could make humans crush under him, cripple to his feet. After all, he was the Devil, and there was no way he would EVER bow down to the weakest creation.

So he did, he captured you, and made it his mission.

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We were living out of a car once. Uncle Nick had kicked us out. We couldn’t find anyone else who’d take us in. Lip and Ian and me were sleeping in the backseat when Frank pulled over. Middle of the night. Think it was Halstead. Told me to take the boys and sit on the curb and he’d be right back. I was six. Few hours later, we’re still sitting on the sidewalk and Ian’s head is burning up. He’s hysterical. I don’t know what to do. So I ran down the street, Lip under one arm, Ian under the other, trying to flag down help. It would have been easier scoring crack than a ride to the clinic. I finally made it on foot. They said Ian had a fever of 104. Another couple hours later, who knows. I didn’t find Frank until a couple days later. First thing he asked me, was how much money I had on me. 

It’s official. People on Twitter. People on tumblr. And even MY MOM! Know me as “that girl who’s obsessed with Clean” and I love it. Cause there are no words to explain how much that song means to me. How much it’s help me this year. How much I needed it. And it’s just really great knowing it’s there. I found this tweet. It was 2 minutes after 1989 came out and it said “wow. I can already tell Clean is going to be the song I turn too for these next few years.” I’ve been having a really hard time lately but that song keeps me going. I don’t really know how to explain it but it’s really special. I’ll never forget this one day. I was having a really really rough night and the one thing I knew could help was putting that song on. So I did. On repeat. And hour and 15 minutes later it was still on repeat. I started cracking up cause I realized what I had done and I was just so blown away that I could listen to a song for that long and not get sick of it. Seeing it live….wow. That’s all I can say. It was the best few minutes of my life. And I don’t really know how to put this into words because it’s so complicated but thank you Taylor. Thank you for everything. But mainly thank you for feeling comfortable enough to put such a raw song on 1989. Thank you for trusting us with it cause at this point I have no clue where I’d be without it right now. I love you endlessly. Xoxox taylorswift

Tennessee Teacakes: Twenty-One

Hello, my little cupcakes! I hope all is well! I’m very excited for you guys to read this chapter and I hope you enjoy! Can’t wait to hear what you think! <3

Sugar on the Asphalt & Previous chapters

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i just really miss blackberry vanilla cupcakes; june 7, 2019

I was in a Waitrose parking lot, which wasn’t where I fell asleep two hours ago, and the man parked in the car next to me was staring like I was some sort of spectacle. So my hair was a little messy and my shirt was stained with drool, but that didn’t make his unwarranted looks okay. I was so annoyed about it that I sent him a glare that left his eyes fumbling in another direction.

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It’s a quiet ride home from Ohio.

Everyone wordlessly separates to their own corners the moment they get back. Unpacking, showering, taking a breather to process the events of the day, and then Dean runs into Sam when he goes for a coffee.

He sits quietly, tracing a pattern into the table until Sam places a cup of coffee down for him and then goes back to make one for himself.

There’s a sentence caught in his throat he can’t get out that sounds extremely close to him telling his brother he’s scared, but it turns out he doesn’t have to say anything at all because Sam starts talking first, warming his insides with the belief that there’s reason to hope.

He doesn’t, but it’s nice to know Sam does for him.

For them both.

“Yeah,” He says.

He lies.

Cas comes in a moment later to let them know the blade is somewhere safe, and that’s about as much Dean can take hearing before he gets up to dismiss himself, only keeping  his façade up until he steps out of the room and breaks down on his direct path back to his bedroom.  

No one bothers him until three hours later when Sam gently knocks on the door to let him know that Cas left.

Dean continues to sit by his bed for a minute; two maybe, before he gets up and cracks his door open.

Sam’s still there, so he opens it wider, inviting him in.

“Sorry,” He mutters.

Sam gives his head a slow shake, “You don’t have to apologize.”

Dean catches his gaze for a tired moment, and then quickly averts it.

He swallows.

“Stay with me?” His voice cracks. He doesn’t care.

Fuck it.

“Yeah Dean,” Sam’s nodding frantically now. “Of course.”

He lets himself fall into his arms again.

Something Happened at the ER

I’m sorry if what I’m writing is a bit inconsistent, but I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept much. I’m also still trying to process what has happened. I’m currently doing an internship at the ER. Yesterday was my second night shift and something weird happened. I’ve been on the ER for a couple of weeks now, but they have all been shifts during the day. Long hours, but I learn a lot. And I have seen a lot. I even got to reanimate someone.

Anyway, yesterday I arrived at 8 pm. It was still pretty busy when I arrived. Lots of minor injuries. Cuts and fractures. Nothing special. Around 10 pm it started to calm down, and between 11 and 12 pm there has only been one patient. A drunk guy that banged his head against something. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Around 1 am, I have been sitting talking with the doctor and some nurses for over an hour. I was lucky it was a cool doctor that night. One that let me do a lot and gave me a lot of explanation when needed. As an intern you often just have to shut up and listen. After talking for over an hour I started to become tired. So I asked if it was alright if I would sleep for a couple of hours. As an intern I had a small small room on the 4th floor with a bed and a bathroom. So I could sleep on night shifts when there was nothing to do. The doctor looked at the clock and said it was alright. He said he also was going to sleep for a little while.

So I went to the room and soon fell asleep. A little later I woke up because of my phone. It’s a cell phone I need to always keep with me so they can call me if there is an emergency. But when I answered it, I didn’t heard the nurse I usually hear, but a weird cracking sound. It was like someone was talking, but I couldn’t hear it behind the cracking. I concentrated so I might understand some words. But to no avail. After a minute the sound suddenly stopped. I didn’t really know what to do at that point. I was tired, I just woke up. I tried calling the doctor or the nurses to hear if they called me. Maybe there was an emergency, but the phone was broke. I tried calling them both, but none of them picked up the phone. By then, it was around 4.30 am. I figured I should go downstairs to the ER and see what’s happening.

When I arrived, the first thing I noticed is that there were almost no lights. Only one in five lights were working so it was pretty dark. But at that time, I didn’t think a lot about it. Maybe it was standard that this happens during the night. Or the power went out and the emergency power was working. I wasn’t freaked out then. But I started to feel nervous when I couldn’t find anyone. The doctor was not in his office, and there was nobody in the kitchen. There wasn’t even anybody in the cabinet to welcome new patients. Although this is very important for the triage. At that point I started to get confused. There is always somebody here. It is possible that the doctor goes to sleep, but there are always nurses here. And now I couldn’t find anybody.

I concentrated and try to listen. Maybe I could hear someone talking or walking somewhere. But all I could hear was some humming from the lights and the computers. At that point I got a little bit scared. Not freaked out. But I was in the middle of the night in an empty hallway in a hospital and I was all alone, so I felt a bit uncomfortable. I tried calling the nurse again. For a moment I thought she had answered. But all I could here was the cracking sound again. I tried talking, saying I could hear something through the phone, but couldn’t understand anything in the hope there was someone at the other end of the line and he or she could hear me. But the sound just kept going without pausing, so I assumed the person on the other end of the line probably couldn’t hear me. If there was an other person.

The sound continued again for a minute and then suddenly stopped. I walked again to the office of the doctor and the kitchen to see if someone was there. I even walked outside for a second. Sometimes some nurses would smoke there. But there was nobody. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t feel like sleeping anymore. Only then I decided to check the computer. I have my own login and code to see the patient’s history. It also shows if there are patients and in what room they are. Until I saw that there was one patient currently present in room 3. I figured that the doctor and the nurse might be there. So I walked to room 3.

I opened the door in room 3, hoping to finally see someone. There was a child on the examination table and a person was standing with his back to the door and facing the child. But no doctor or nurse was to be seen in the room. I started to say my usual line when I’m the first one to examine the patient. ‘hello, I’m an intern. Is it alright if I examine you and ask a few questions before the doctor is here?’ But I stopped talking in the middle of the sentence. Something was wrong.

The child that I saw, wasn’t a child at all. It was green. First I thought it was his clothes that were green, but it was his skin. But the head was the worst. If you can even call it a head. I couldn’t see a mouth or nose or ears. But the head was full of cuts and holles and some sort of saliva was oozing out of it. I completely froze. I looked at the person standing next to it. Maybe it was a rare medical condition I haven’t heard of and the parent was going to give me some explanation. Suddenly I heard the weird cracking noise again. The person turned around. When I saw him looking at me, my hart stopped beating.

A face filled with grey bubbles looked at me. Eyes that are pitch black. Completely bald. A mouth with teeth long like needles and black saliva dripping out of it. The cracking sound came out of it mouth. It looked at me for a couple of seconds and then all of a sudden it started to scream, really loud. I was frozen with fear. Until the thing came closer to me and swung with his arm. In a reflex I ducked away and it just scratched my hand with its long nails. Now I suddenly could move again. I ran away as fast as I could, into the dark hallway. I don’t know why but I ran to the elevator and pressed to go to the 4th floor.

When the doors was closing, I could see the thing going out of room 3 and the child thing was following it crawling over the floor like a wurm. The thing saw me and screamed again. The child crawled with an incredible speed towards me. The doors closed right on time. I could hear some banging and screaming on the door while the elevator moved upwards. The lights in the elevator started flickering on and off and the elevator itself started shocking. I was afraid it would stop or fall down. Somehow the elevator reached the 4th floor. I ran to my room, locked the door behind me and barricaded with my bed.

The phone that I still had in my pocket was making the cracking noise again. In panic I opened it up and pulled the battery away. The noise stopped. And then, I waited. Scared to death. I stood there in my room, eyes fixated on the door. I was sure I would hear the screaming or the crackling sound behind the door. But nothing happened. I lost all sense of time. 2 hours later, what seems like an eternity, I noticed the sun has gone up, and my room was getting light. I could hear voices behind the door. No creepy voices, but just nurses and doctors. I didn’t trust it at first. But after a while I took the risk and opened the door.

I could see a nurse and a doctor walking through the hallway. Nowhere there was a monster. Slowly I went down, to the ER. Everything was normal again. There was light, there where nurses in the kitchen. I even found the doctor, saying he couldn’t sleep and did paperwork in his office the whole night. He said I looked awful and better go to my home and get some sleep. So I did. It took a long time before I fell asleep but I could sleep some hours. I started to think it was all a bad dream. But I still got a scratchwound on my hand. And some brown stuff on my white jacket. I think it’s some of it saliva that got on my when it screamed.

Anyway, I’m back at the ER right now. And it’s getting late. There aren’t any patients anymore. But I just saw that a new patient entered in the ER on the pc, and it’s the same name as yesterday. I don’t know what to do now.

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loutheloup gave me skittles feels. based on this:

Worst pick-up line you’ve ever heard?

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Okay, so it’s Friday night, right, which is pack night out (it is known), they’re all at Jungle and Stiles is dancing. Or rather, he’s doing that thing he calls dancing and everyone else calls clearing the dance floor. Scott is hanging out near the bar, looking on fondly with his drink in his hand, and at some point Stiles meanders over to him, does this weird little dance move and laughs, rubs at his forehead.

“I’m so drunk, Scotty,” he says, and then he’s all over Scott, sweaty limbs everywhere, “so, so drunk.”

Scott pats Stiles’ upper arm with his free hand. “I know, buddy,” he says.

“So drunk,” Stiles says again. He grins, wraps his long fingers around Scott’s neck. He smells like beer and body heat and contentment, and Scott isn’t even all that surprised when Stiles, still grinning, first presses their foreheads together and then brushes his mouth across Scott’s. It’s sloppy, wet, not exactly a kiss. Stiles huffs out another warm laugh against Scott’s mouth and tilts his head back, squints at Scott. Kind of smiles. Says, “Hey, you know what, I think we should fuck. You wanna fuck?”

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