and i think everyone needs to calm down

Dean Drabble #2

Dean Drabble #2

Characters: Dean x Y/N

Word Count: 404

A/N: I’m going through some shit and I needed to process it. Sorry if this is crap, it’s unbeta’d and raw. Oh, and “Dean”…fuck you!


“I don’t love you anymore, Y/N” Dean said, his voice firm and calm, “I don’t think I have for a while now.”

Y/N was shocked and appalled. For eight years they had been together, sharing the ups and downs of life. Time and again, Y/N showed patience and restraint with Dean. When he would drink, when he was angry after hunts and pushed everyone away. When he had the Mark and everything was darkness and pain. Even when he was a demon, she stuck by him, supporting him and loving him as best as she could. After everything, for him to say such a thing to her was devastating.

“You don’t mean it.” She said, her voice strong while her insides screamed. She fought back tears, determined to remain strong. “You’re just trying to push me away.”

“No,” He shouted, “You push people away. It’s too much, everything! You’re always pushing me and trying to make me be someone I’m not, attempting to make me better than I am!”

“You sound just like him.” She said, nearly broken. She thought back to her ex before him and the heartbreak that nearly killed her. A heartache that led her to a dark place within herself to which she never wanted to return. He knew that, he was there to pick up the pieces. So for him so say that, to DO that, hurt even more.

“I don’t care.” He spat, staring her down.

She nodded, letting the words sink in. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She offered to him, both a plea and a warning that this course would be good for no one. He didn’t speak. He simply turned and left.

Y/N went to the room she had shared with Dean and packed her meager belongings. She wouldn’t let him see her pain, wouldn’t let him see her breaking. She let his words bounce around in her mind over and over again. She grew angry and self-righteous, knowing that without her there, he would crumble. A small sense of satisfaction filled her in knowing that.

Y/N gave one last look to Dean, bag in hand, giving him the chance to change his mind. He didn’t even acknowledge her, didn’t look at her, didn’t say a word. She nodded once more, taking a deep breath to hold down her tears, before turning and walking away for good.


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nightmare starters part 2

for part 1 click here!

“Will you please tell me what they’re about?! How do you expect me to help if you don’t tell me?!”
“You should go and see someone about those nightmares. They’re only getting worse, aren’t they?”
“Can we sleep with the lights on?”
“I haven’t slept peacefully in weeks.”
“I can’t tell you my nightmare this time… It’s too bad, I don’t want to have to say it out loud.”
“Can I sleep in your room? I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep in my own bed.”
“I’m sorry for waking you… I had a really bad nightmare.”
“I can’t stop thinking about that weird dream I had weeks ago. It’s like it’s haunting me.”
“You look exhausted. Bad night?”
“Calm down, calm down. It was just a dream. It’s over now.”
“You’re overreacting. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes. No need to get all weird about it.”
“Are you still thinking about that nightmare? I’m sure it didn’t mean anything, okay? We’re not in a horror movie.”
“You should go to the doctor. These nightmares are making you miss sleep and you’re always exhausted. Get help.”
“How about you come and sleep in my bed? I’ll watch over you while you fall asleep, I promise.”
“I think I’d feel less tired if I didn’t sleep at all anymore. These nightmares are killing me.”
“I thought you didn’t get them anymore.”
“I guess it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed…”
“When will you finally tell me what they’re about?”
“Wow, you look exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?”
“Oh my god, that was horrible… that was so horrible…”
“How about you sleep in my bed for the coming days? It can be like a sleepover. I’m sure you’ll feel good enough and the nightmares will stay away!”
“I can’t breathe! It was real, it was!”
“Have you tried writing them down? They might go away if you do…”
“Have you any idea how worried I am? Please tell me what’s up with you or I can’t help! You look exhausted!”
“Please leave the light on.”
“Have you any idea what’s causing these nightmares?”
“I don’t think you understand how exhausting it is to not have had a good night’s rest in weeks.”

Humans are weird: Songs everyone know.

Kun’aquk is new to this whole ‘bringing humans out into space’ thing, but he feels like he know what he’s doing. He’s read the guides, and has gotten help from other companions aboard the small (in his mind, not in the humans. Apparently, they don’t have ships as big as the average Galopertaions) ship, only containing a quonton full of alien species. 

Kun’aquk feels he knows what to expect, and how to deal with certain situations, like if a human goes missing or brings back a non-toxic Avregation as a ‘pet’. So, he braces himself, and heads down to the work station of the group of humans, referred to as the specialists. 

He rounds the corner and faces the gravitational steel door, waiting for entry. Nothing happens. He presses one of his talons against the communication button and speaks through it in a gargled voice.

“This is Kun’aquk of Sector 318. I am hear for an observation course.” He clicks off and waits for entry again. This time the gravitational door opens and he steps through. 

He is approached by a young human, and going by his observations, it is a female. 

“Hey sorry man, couldn’t hear ya. Jackson over there was playing his music too loud. I’m Gabbie.” She sticks out her appendage and bares her teeth. At first, Kun’aquk feels threatened, and almost raises the gland beneath his digestive sack to show dominance, but remembers this is the humans way of being “friendly”. He looks down and the pale appendage and looks back up at her face questioningly. “Oh, sorry. I’m Gabbie of Sector 561, Terra.” She lets her appendage drop, but continues to bare her teeth in a “smile”. “Take a seat where ever you need to. Please refrain from staring, I know that is something you species likes to do, but with the gooey sack in the front of your head, and the four eyes, it kinda creeps us out. No offense.” Kun’aquk’s ear tufts turn a shade of pink, for confusion, but he remains silent. “Uhh, hmm. Jackson likes to play his music, I like to knit in my free time. Sam over there likes reading, so you’ll find him doing that, and Sara, the one up on the supportive beams, likes to sculpt things out of spare parts. Today is our day off, so not much is going to be happening, if you don’t mind. Annndd.., that should be all. I think. If you have a question, feel free to say it out loud, it’s not rude.” Kun’aquk nods, and his eyes follow Gabbie back to her seat before he takes out his tablet and clicks a few buttons, taking notes down. 

It’s been a bit of time, an hour, as humans would call it. The room has a calm atmosphere, filled with music from Jackson, and clicks and clinks of metal from Sara as she sculpts. No one is talking, and everyone is minding their own business, when the song changed on the radio. It’s lyrics begin to fill the air.

“Young man. 

There’s no need to feel down. 

I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.” 

“Is that YMCA?” Sara questions from the beams. Sam puts down his book.

“Yeah I think so.” Kun’aquk put’s down in his notes, “Are familiar to certain musical tunes.” 

Gabbie turns to Jackson. “Dude, turn it up!”

“You can. Stay there! And I’m sure you’ll find many ways to have. A. Good. Time.” 

“Shush it’s coming up!” Sam whispered while standing up with the rest of the group.

“It’s fun to stay at the Y,” The group of humans throw up their arms to form a ‘Y’. “MCA!” Everyone continues to move their body to match the letters being spoken in the song. Kun’aquk looks around in confusion. To humans regularly move their bodies to certain songs? The song ends, and the humans turn back to their activities, like nothing happened.

Kun’aquk turns to his tablet and writes in his notes.

“Humans recognize certain sounds produced by any creature. Do not make any recognizable sounds, as the humans will move their bodies as a way of intimidation.”

GoTG Meet Avengers


Peter stares, watching them all a little blankly. By his side, Tony has his head in his hands. He’s been groaning for the past twenty seconds.


“So… you went on a ten-year murder spree where you joined a terror organisation of your own free will in order to kill Tony, who wasn’t even responsible for the death of your parents in the first place- and then decide that just Tony isn’t murderous enough for you, and go for the rest of his team for some reason, too?”

Across the room, Wanda bristles. “It wasn’t like-”

“And then your team leader let you on the team you were trying to murder? Almost immediately after the one single fight you helped them with?” Gamora interrupts. Her eyes are cold and dangerous. 

Steve opens his mouth to defend himself, but Drax cuts in. “And you,” he gestures harshly at clint, “you were willing to abandon your family and get yourself arrested, just so you could involve yourself in a matter that did not concern you anyway?”

“You think I wanted to be arrested? That was all Tony-” Clint begins, but Drax roars, and Clint rears back, eyes wide and hand reaching for the bow at his hip.

“TONY STARK DID NOT FORCE YOU TO BREAK YOUR LAWS! I WAS PUT IN JAIL BECAUSE I FOUGHT FOR MY FAMILY, NOT-”

“Drax, stay calm. These people are breakable,” Gamora warns, although she is staring at them all as if she wants nothing better than to let Drax get himself worked up over them. 

“You know, Tony has only been giving you his view on everything that happened,” Steve counters. He’s looking at Tony like… like he’s disappointed in him, and that’s enough to get Rocket yelling angrily.

“Oh, so you sayin’ you didn’t tear the team he invested his time, his love, his effort into, apart- all so you could save a guy that Tony had offered to rehabilitate in the first place anyway? Or what about the fact you didn’t tell him that your best bud murdered his parents? That a lie too?” He snarls, and on his shoulder, Groot’s arms are slowly growing, pricklier and heavier- he can feel the weight on his shoulders.

“I think everyone needs to calm down, here-” Sam begins, but Gamora silences him, knuckles cracking as she steps forward.

Sam, wisely, takes a step back.

 “You do not get to talk- not when you chose to put your trust in a man you met for three seconds, whilst he was breaking into Tony’s compound, over the actual Avenger and team-mate himself,” she hisses, hands thrown up into the air as she turns to face all of them now.

“You sicken me. I may fight and argue and be frustrated with my team- but at the end of the day, they are still my family. They are still the people I would trust without a second thought,” she shoots a glare at Sam, “who I would always tell the truth to, even if it hurts,” Steve looked at the floor, jaw set in a grim line, “and who I would never, ever ask to be on the same team as a woman who subdued them to their worst fears and tried to kill them. I would rather die.”

She spat on the floor, and then turned away. “I am going back to the ship. You may continue your discussions if you must, but I am finished. I will only kill one of them if this continues.”

“That would be a shame,” Drax says quietly, his voice low and threatening.

Tony, who spent the majority of the conversation absolutely silent, speaks up at that point. “Hey! Drax used sarcasm!”

No one laughs. He goes back to holding his head in his hand.

Peter just looks slightly sick. His hand is wrapped very, very tightly around Tony’s.


“You know that post of text that Tony showed us a few weeks ago? He called it a… a me-me? With the breadsticks and the asshole date?” Rocket pipes up after a few seconds of silence, gun still spinning ominously in his fingers. “I think it’s time for us to shove Tony in our spaceship and say we have to go, right now, immediately.”


Despite everything, Tony lets a huff of laughter escape at that. Peter- seeming to suddenly snap out of his horrified trance- nods his head approvingly, beginning to tug on Tony’s hand. “Yes. I agree. Wonderful though this diplomatic meeting of teams was, I’m afraid we have urgent business to attend to. We have to… show Tony… something awesome.”

“Yes. LOVE, AFFECTION AND VALIDATION!” Drax roars again, curling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and placing the most violent and angry kiss possible on top of his hair.

“Later, losers!” Rocket calls out, sticking his middle finger up behind him and then turning to punch Tony’s thigh gently before scarpering back to the ship.

Groot hops down from Rocket and then latches on to Tony’s forearm, clambering up his arm until he was resting on Tony’s shoulder instead. Tony glances over at him and grins happily. He’s always had a bit of a soft spot for Groot.

“hey,” he whispers, as the tiny tree alien quickly began to grow a few flowers, and then plucked them off his hand and tucked them into Tony’s hair. “I am Groot,” he whispers right back in reply.

Tony smiles, rolling his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I know. Don’t worry about them- I left them behind a long time ago.”


Steve hears that. He looks at tony for a long time, his eyes a little sad and regretful.


Tony just stares right back, and then raises his eyebrows and shrugs, adjusting the beginning of the flower-crown Groot was making for him.

“Call me the next time it gets too much for you guys to handle,” he calls out after them, as Peter and Drax both steer him hurriedly back toward the ship and away from his old team.

Groot giggles on his shoulder, and then places another flower behind his ear. “I am Groot!”


“I agree,” Tony says, just as Peter nods his own approval, gently bumping their shoulders together. “Let’s go and play Space-Tag.”

tbh if u don’t like Tony Stark pls don’t shit on Spiderman Homecoming just because he’s in it. You might think Tony is shoved into every movie (which have so far been Avengers movies or a civil war, which had everyone else as well, but anyway) but clearly this is what makes Homecoming so different than the other spiderman movies. It picks up after he’s become spiderman. Tony is there to be his mentor and friend. Tony needs this, Peter needs this, and god knows I need it. So let us have it, yeah? Just like. calm down. and let people who are really happy to see Tony & Peter in a movie together be happy.

Not-Date

Pairings: T’Challa x F!Reader, Tony x Science

Request:

hi can you write something that the reader is watching harry potter WITH tchalla in secret and EVERYONE finds out and ship it - and then tchalla confess his love for her in a harry potter way like “muggle in the streets but a wizard in the sheets” PLEASE, I LOVE YOU i know that is a little cliché BUT t'challa is everything to me meow 😻 BYE 😺 


Bucky has created a chatroom.

Bucky has invited Y/N.

Bucky: Tell Thor to hand over Mjolnir!

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam: I WANT HIS CAPE, Y/N.

Thor has joined the chat.

Thor: Lady Y/N, please save me from these men!

Bucky: GIVE IT

Sam: GIVEEEEEEE

Thor: Absolutely not!

Bucky: Scared I might actually be worthy? Maybe I can lift Mjolnir. Since my hand is no longer organic, maybe the elevator rule applies to me.

Sam: Damn, I’ve never thought about that.

Thor: That is nonsense!

Sam: Can I have your cape now?

Thor: Why do you want it?!

Sam: it is warm, i am cold.

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dao characters as things teachers have said to me

Alistair: If you put doing this assignment off I’ll- I’ll probably cry myself to sleep

Morrigan: That’s what I do. I walk into my basement and just scream “FIIIIIRRRRRRRREEEEEE” actually I scream a different f word. 

Leliana: why are you yelling there’s no need to yell please let’s all just calm down someone tell a funny joke we’ll laugh and be on our way.

Zevran: I had a summer job at the Virgin Islands? You wanna know what I was sold? Wait, you’re kids I can’t use this joke. You know where I’m getting at, though. 

Wynne: i think of everyone here has my children so i will not be afraid to yell at you when you do something stupid

Oghren: the scan tron machine broke and im not going to bother grading these by hand so you all get 100s good work

Sten: I have the benefit of the doubt in everyone here but it’s so effing hard sometimes

Dog: [background: one teacher started a group snapchat for the class] Why don’t any of you open my snapchats. What if I start using my dog will that work? 

Shale: that is the third time that bird has flown into my window. it’s a distraction with wings that needs to go away

Loghain: And then I screamed “IN YOUR FACE” at him. it felt good

So the other day I got this message in my inbox:

“What if ji and ksoo were to see the sexual and erotic stuff you shippers write/post about them? Just imagine how it makes them feel. As two men who are just friends it could make them really uncomfortable and they probably think its disrespectful too smh”

Rather than replying straight to this person and being petty, throwing shade and ready to fight like I usually am….I figured I’d reply with this nice and calm well thought out post since this subject comes up often with Kaisoo and I feel like this possibility needs a bit of exploration. :)

*****DISCLAIMER******: As everyone should know by now, I am a kaisoo supporter and this post is mainly to break down misconceptions in relation to them only. In other words, I am not speaking for other pairings/ships that arent Kaisoo. This is solely my perception and view on this so no shade will be tolerated. I edited this both on my laptop and my phone so idk if the “read more” shyt appeared…dont shoot me. The names of Kaisoo have been abbreviated to eliminate appearing in their respective tags. This post is also not to condone or promote the sharing of sexually explicit forms of shipping directly with the artists involved. (i.e messaging it to them on social media, mailing it to them, shouting things like “how hard does ji f*ck you” to ksoo in person, etcetera etcetera blah blah yada yada)

So, EXO debuted in 2012.

This makes about 4 years since they have been active in the industry.
Kaisoo shippers began noticing their interactions way before EXO’s debut.
Then, this airport photo that was released to the public was one of the first ones that showed how intimate they were with one another:

This pre debut photo was also leaked along with others, some of which were noted to have been much more intimate:

Eerily, these intimate photos vanished after EXO’s debut and are currently nowhere to be found online.

Anyway…moving on. :)


So we know that the kaisoo ship began its first stages of sailing around 2010-late 2011, before EXO’s debut.
Throughout all 4 years of EXO being active, both JI and KS have maintained steady and intimate interactions with one another. There were only two major periods during these 4 years of which the two seemed to be more distant around each other than usual. (There are many theories about this, research more if you’re interested.)

Simultaneously within these 4 years, the kaisoo pairing grew to become one of the longest and most popular pairings in EXO, to the point where it not only became one of EXO’s main pairings but one of the most popular pairings within the Korean idol industry as a whole.

That’s a lot of popularity, right?
I hope you are following along.

“Kaisoo” is what international fans use to refer to “KAI” and “KyungSOO” being paired.
However, in Korea, they are referred to as “KADI”

“KADI” is written as “카디 ” in hangul.
Below is a screencap from an interview for EXO’s 2nd box dvd that included both JI and KS, released in 2015:

As you can see, they both seem to be well informed about their Korean couple name, “Kadi”.

Okay, so what does this mean? Just cuz they know the name doesnt mean they’ve seen what fans draw of them! It should be kept private!

This brings me to my next point.
Again, KADI written in hangul is 카디.
One of Korea’s most popular search engines is “NAVER. It is Korea’s equivalent to GOOGLE in the US. More than 25 million people in South Korea have used NAVER.
NAVER has also collaborated with and sponsored many EXO related things both past and present.

I searched for 카디 in NAVER, and this is what came up:

On almost every page, there were drawings of JI and KS that were intimate and very erotic.

So, this leads me to my final point.


If we look at the timeline and how the kaisoo ship started before debut, it grew to be one of the most popular ships, they both know about their ship name and that erotic images show up when you search their name on NAVER (we could even factor in that JI has had an instagram in the past and that KS has been rumoured to have a private one)…then one could only conclude that the chance of them already having seen and possibly even read what fans have created about them is pretty high.

In short, I know a lot of you want to protect JI and KS and make sure that things like this stay private and out of their reach, but I am 99% sure that its too late for that and they have already seen these things.

I also don’t feel like protection is needed, though, and its because of this reason. If we can conclude that within 4 years they had to have been exposed to “erotic kaisoo fanart/fiction” then we can also conclude that there is a possibility that they aren’t bothered by it too much.

The reason for this once again goes back to the timeline. We know that the kaisoo pairing has been around since 2010. We also know there is a possibility they both knew about their pairing. 

 Hypothetically, lets say that I am and idol and found out that fans were looking at my interactions with another idol and creating sexual imagery out of these reactions and I don’t like it. My first reaction to limit this would be to reduce how much I interact with this person in the public eye. Less touching, less whispering, less laughing and being seen together. Whether fanservice or just normal interaction, if me being shipped with this person made me uncomfortable, the interaction with them would slow down. 

 But Kadi’s interactions with one another didn’t slow down until almost 2 years after debut, which would lead one to come to the conclusion that A.) They are not bothered by being paired with one another, and B.) The reactions slowed down for a reason other than them being uncomfortable with shipping.

I’m pretty sure they’re bothered and just feel like they can’t say anything cuz of SM!!

This is a possibility, but again not very likely. Remember not too long ago when Chanyolk put up that long post on instagram after people found out he started following a specific female idol? And we all know about how vocal Amburr has been lately about ef ex as well. KS was able to politely communicate that he no longer needs gifts from fans, so its safe to say that if shipping him with JI was an issue that would have been conveyed somehow too.

There is also so much evidence from Kaisoo themselves clearly showing how shipping doesnt seem to make them uncomfortable.

We have the sticker set that JI used on his phone. This sticker set was made by and given to him by a fansite:

In this sticker set there were drawings of JI by himself, JI with animals and KS drawings, but not any other member/idol. This also shows that, once again, kaisoo had been shipped by the public for a long time, giving them the likely hood of knowing about it. 

There are  also lots of videos in which you can see both JI and KS smiling at banners of which their ship name had appeared:

And then there is the eery coincidence of JI mentioning that one of his favorite songs was “Montreal” by the weekend, 4 years after it was used in a FMV for a kaisoo fanfic called “Arbitrage”:



Has he read the actual fic? Most likely not. But its possible he may have seen seen the FMV which included clips of him with KS as well.

I want to reiterate agian that this post is not to say that its okay to post sexual works of idol pairings in places that they will see it. Of course it should stay among shippers only. What Im saying is that on a website like tumblr, an idol from south Korea is not likely to see what shippers post and even still, because there are shippers who share things externally and search engines exist…there is the possibility that an idol has already seen what you’re trying to keep from them.


Whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, shipping is and always has been apart of the kpop industry. We know it, the companies know it and idols know it too.


With the internet being such an open way of communicating and sharing things for so many people, its only a matter of time before some nsfw shipping art is leaked on a platform that makes it more accessible to idols. But this is not something that you can blame shipping itself(especially when it is encouraged) or the MAJORITY of shippers for. The majority of us are not sending our NSFW kaisoo art and fics directly to KS and JI themselves. It was even Kaisoo shippers themselves who used our voices to stop the film adaptation of Anterograde Tomorrow in an effort to protect Kaisoo. The majority of us are just talking among ourselves on exclusive and private platforms and sharing our imagination in the form of art.


Every now and then someone may leak things that should have been kept private. But that is an issue for THOSE shippers, not shippers and shipping as a whole. There are good and not so good people in all fandoms, and there is nothing wrong with artistic expression among fans.


So in short, to answer your question…I (clearly) wonder sometimes if Kaisoo has seen what things shippers post about them all the time. I do acknowledge the possibility that they also may have seen these works. I do wonder how it makes them feel, but I also know that they are adults and if they do feel uncomfortable or if they feel its disrespectful they will tell us/show us in their own way and we don’t have to worry about protecting them from things like this. :)

Brutally Honest Roasts of the Signs

(Note: The key word here is brutal. Talking from personal experiences with the signs… and then over exaggerating… do not take seriously - all depends on your overall chart. Look at sun and venus. Sorry some are shorter than others, haven’t encountered all of the signs properly.)

Aries: Can you just calm down for a sec? It’s like you can’t be content unless there’s something going on or some sort of person you’re chasing. Emphasis on chasing too. If they’re too easy, you’re over it. Why does everything in life need to be a challenge?

Taurus: You need to open up. Do you wonder why Taurus’ are called the ‘boring ones in the zodiac?’ It’s because y’all take 10 years and 7.5 days to let someone in.

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Stay (Drabble)

Summary: Bucky comes back after a fight.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 501

Based off of this prompt: I need a place to stay.

Warnings: Language, miiinor angst. But otherwise hella fluffy.

A/N: Here’s the last drabble I wrote celebrating 1500 followers. It’s kinda crazy how now that I’m past 2000 now eep. Hope you guys enjoy this!! <3

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I really like you // Montgomery de la Cruz

Warning: slight smut, idk


You stepped out of the shower, drying yourself off and putting your clothes back on. Your hair was still wrapped in a towel. When you came out of the bathroom you nearly jumped out of your skin. There was someone sitting on your bed, head in their hands. The person turned around and you were greeted with the face of Montgomery. “What the fuck, de la Cruz? What are you doing here?” you exhaled, confused but relieved that it was Monty. “Well, good to see you too, Y/N.” he said with a smirk on his face. Your relationship with Monty was not really a relationship. A few times a week you hook up with each other, you were friends with benefits. You always had a crush on him, but he just wasn´t the relationship type, so you take what you get. “Uhm it´s nice to see you too, but that wasn´t the question Monty. What are you doing here?” You asked again throwing your towel into the bathroom. You were dressed in one of Monty´s flannel´s he left at your house a few weeks ago, underneath it you only wear lacy panties and a lacy bralette, you always felt comfortable in them.
He shrugged his shoulders and got up to meet you. “I saw that your parent´s car weren´t in the driveway.” He said walking closer to you.  “So you decided to climb through my window?” you asked amused pointing at the open window. “What can I say, I just missed you.” He mumbled and pulled you into him. “Monty, you saw me in school today.” You giggled, when he began to place kisses on your neck. “Your parents are away?” He asked, completely ignoring what you just said. “They went out with some friends.” You whispered and felt him smirk against your neck. He pushed you against the wall next to your door and you gasped, surprised by his sudden harshness. His kisses fast turned into harsh bites and sucking on your neck, his hands under your flannel roaming over your soft skin. You yelped when he bites your neck extremely hard while he bucks his hips into yours, but he didn´t stop. “Monty.” You whispered, trying to push him away, but his hands grabbed your hips harder. “Monty, stop, you´re hurting me.” You said, pressing your hands against his chest still trying to push him away. He starts tugging at your flannel moving it up, this was enough for you and you finally managed to push him away from you. You pulled the flannel down again looking at him shocked. He stands a few feet´s away from you and was breathing heavy looking at you furious.  “What has gotten into you?” you whispered wrapping your arms around yourself in a manner of self-defense. He snarled sarcastically and shook his head laughing. “What? You don’t want me? You think you can call me whenever you want someone to fuck you, but when I need it you refuse? I´m not your dog you can call when you need someone to play with!” He shouted and you flinched at his outburst. “Everyone thinks they can treat me like shit and I´m so done with this.” He throws his arms in the air and started pacing around your room. “Monty, you are scaring me.” You mumbled pressing yourself against the wall to create as much distance from Monty as possible; you have never seen him like this at least not toward you. “Ah now you are scared?” he laughed sarcastically and you saw that he looked more angry than before. “Please calm down, Monty. We can talk about it or someth-“He cut you off when he smashed a picture frame against your door. Glass and wood splitter hit the side of your face and you flinched, feeling the glass cutting your cheek. Your breath was shaky and your hand went to your left cheek. You looked at your hand in horror when you saw blood on your finger, tears starting to well up in your eyes. “Oh god, Y/N/N, I didn´t mean… I never wanted to…” He immediately went to you, his eyes full of concern. You flinched when he placed a hand on your unharmed cheek and you saw the shock written on his face. “I´m so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you; you need to believe me. You are the only one that ever… I mean… I´m so sorry.” He rambled and you felt a tears running down your face. “Y/N, please say something.” He whispered and you looked at him. “I need to clean up before someone steps into the glass.” You whispered kneeling down shoving the leftovers from your picture frame together. You were shaking, what you noticed when you pulled out the picture from under the glass and wood. “Stop, Y/N, you´re hurting yourself.” He takes your hands into his own, pulling you up. “I´m so sorry, Y/N/N.” he whispered pulling you into his chest, pressing his lips against your forehead. You closed your eyes, slowly returning the hug. You two stands there for a moment and you seek comfort in his hug. He breaks the hug and bends down to clean up the mess he made.

You sit on your bed watching Monty. The picture he throws was actually a picture of you and him from the last summer, when you were at a party at the beach. You looked down at the picture and smiled slightly. On the picture Monty and you sat at a bonfire and he had his arm around your shoulder, while you had your head leaning on his shoulder. That night was the first time you really talked to him and for once he wasn´t the cocky asshole you knew from the hallways or the jock with anger issues. This night he was sweet, funny and cute. You saw another side and that’s when the felling´s started. “I remember that night.” He mumbled and you jumped, you didn´t noticed that he had sat down next to you. “You remember that night? You were pretty drunk.” You whispered smiling, still looking down at the picture. “And you looked so beautiful.” He whispered and you meet his gaze. “I´m so sorry, Y/N, please don’t hate me. I couldn´t stand if you hate me.” He whispered and you smiled at him. “I could never hate you, Monty.” You said and caressed his cheek in a loving manner. “I will clean this cut now.” You mumbled, getting up after a bit of silence. He nodded and shooting you a small, but guilty smile.

When you left your bathroom Montgomery still sat at the same spot on your bed. When he heard you coming he stands up, facing you. “I will go now; you probably want to be alone.” He said and walked to your window. You walked towards Monty wrapping your arms around his torso. “Stay with me. Don’t go.” You whispered, burying your face in his back. “Y/N/N, I think it would be the best when we don’t see each other for a while.” He said, his hands resting on your window frame. You shook your head no, hugging him harder. “I hurt you, something I swore I would never do.” He sighed trying to escape your grip. “But I want you to stay.” You whispered and he sighed again. “Why?” he whispered clearly confused. “Because, I want to watch a movie, cuddle myself in my bed and eat ice cream and I want it to do it with you.” You whispered, he finally turned around and smiled at you, while you began to grin. “I know you can´t resist me.” You said biting your lip. He rolled his eyes and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “I always thought it would be the other way around.” He said smirking down at you. You just shrugged your shoulders, turning around and sat yourself down on your bed, leaning against your headboard. “Go downstairs and get the ice cream. I will choose the movie.” You said turning on the TV, smiling like an idiot. Monty shook his head smiling and let out a small laugh. “Chunky-Monkey?” he asked, but already made his way downstairs, knowing the answer. “And when you´re back you ´re gonna take your clothes off. I like you better without them.” You shouted after him and giggled, hearing his faint laugh from downstairs.


You sat on Montgomery´s lap the movie long forgotten. His hands were on your thighs running them up and down, while you were holding the package with ice cream and a spoon. “Come on, give me ice cream.” He whined and you laughed at his childishness. “Montgomery de la Cruz just whined, I can´t believe it.” You said, between laughter’s and he rolled his eyes. He opened a few buttons of the flannel you were wearing, kissing your now exposed collarbone and you let out sigh, biting your bottom lip. “Fine, you get some ice cream.” You whispered smiling at him. He opened his mouth and you placed a spoon with ice cream in his mouth. “Wait, that’s only banana and walnuts.” He mumbled still munching on the ice cream and you giggled. “You did it on purpose.” He gasped with an amused smile on his lips and you laughed out loud. “You were using my sweet spots against me, you don’t deserve chocolate.” You explained planting a small kiss on his lips. “But I was only using them to get some ice cream.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. “You want chocolate?” you asked ghosting your lips over his and he nodded brushing his nose against yours. “Make me a compliment.” You stated and grinned at him, while he groaned. “What do you want to hear?” he asked. “You can´t really expect that I will tell you what to say.” You looked at him and he began to smirk. “I love fucking you.” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes. “Way to ruin the mood.” You mumbled frowning and leaned back. “Okay okay, you are the most beautiful and smartest girl I´ve ever meet.” He said smiling up at you. “Okay I will accept that.” You nodded approvingly, placing a spoon with banana and chocolate in his mouth. “Go on and you will get more.” You said with a smirk. “I really like you.” He whispered smiling slightly at you, his thumb painting small circles on your hipbones. “That´s not a compliment.” You countered. “But a confession.” Your smirk fell and you blinked a few times. You placed the ice cream and the fork on you nightstand and your hands went to his neck. “You mean it?” You asked hopefully while your hands played with his hair and he nodded. You placed your lips on his, your hands on his cheeks now, while he pulled you even closer. Monty pulled away smiling at you. “I really like you too.” You confessed and he began to smirk. He leaned forward and you yelped when your back hit your bed. Monty began kissing your neck while unbuttoning the flannel. He kissed his way down your neck to your collarbone, now plastering kisses down the valley of your breast and your giggle´s turned into moans. “God, I love it when you wear lacy underwear.” He mumbled between kisses and moans. You moaned as a reply your fingers running through his hair tugging on it. “Did you expect someone else?” He smirked unclasping your bra. “You´re the only one I have sex with.” You stated bringing his lips to meet yours. “Good, because I don’t share.” With that he ripped your bralette from you and started sucking on your right nipple. “Monty.” You hissed his name, when he grazed his teeth over his your nipple. “Oh God, I love it when you say my name.” he smirked turning his attention to the other nipple.
Both of you didn´t hear the car pulling into the driveway or your parents coming through the front door. You both were pulled out of your foreplay, when you heard your name being called. “Y/N, are you still awake?” you heard your mother call and you pushed Monty away from you, your eyes widening in shock. “Shit.” You hissed starting to bottom the flannel up. He was pacing through your room and started to collect his clothes together. You heard footsteps coming closer and you pushed Montgomery into your bathroom. Just in time you managed to sit down on your bed, grabbing the book, you were recently reading from your nightstand. You opened it, when your mother opened your bedroom door. “Hey sweetie, you are still awake?” she asked and you smiled at her. “Well, I had too much sugar I think.” You mumbled pointing to the ice cream and she cracked a smile. “How was your dinner?” You asked trying to act normal. “It was ok, how was your evening?” Your eyes wandered to your bathroom door before you shrugged your shoulders. “Oh the same as always. I eat ice cream, watched a movie and continue to read my book.” You explained smiling at her. “What happened to your cheek and neck?” She asked and you inhaled sharply. “I know this sounds absolutely ridiculous but something fell down and I was too lazy to stand up, so I accidently hit my check on my night stand.” You explained trying to sound convincingly. She nodded and began to smirk. “And what happened to your neck?” She was now grinning at you and you looked at her in shock. “Mom.” You exhaled and she laughed at you. “Is he here? Maybe hiding in your wardrobe?” she asked and looked around your room. “No mom, he is not here and this is awkward.” You sighed and shook your head. “What? You think I never meet up with my boyfriend when my parents weren’t home, when I was young?  And I have hid my boyfriend from my parents more than one time.” Your eyes widen in shock. “Okay mom, this conversation is over.” You mumbled hiding your face in your hands. “Okay, I will leave you alone.” She said getting up. “And Y/N? Hopefully you used protection. I don’t need grandchildren running around my house.” She said pointed to your bra lying on the ground. “Oh god mom, get out.” You shouted and she left your room laughing.
After a few minutes later Monty came out of your bathroom, smirking. “Why are you smirking? My mom almost caught us.” You whispered meeting halfway. “Your mother is funny.” He whispered laughing silently. You smiled at him sarcastically before rolling your eyes. “Just joking, babe.” He mumbled, placing a kiss on your lips. “So, you had too much sugar, huh?” He asked smirking down at you. “You are my sugar, baby.” You whispered, pulling him into another kiss. He smirked into the kiss, before deepening it. You break the kiss and shoot him a smile, which he returned. He began to slip into his jacket. “You are leaving?” you asked playing with the hem of his shirt. “I don´t think it would be a good idea if I stay over. Your parents don’t know I´m here.” He whispered smiling and you nodded absently. “Your mom called me your boyfriend.” He stated this time more serious. “Actually she talked about her boyfriends.” You countered and he nodded. “You don’t want me to be your boyfriend?” He asked, avoiding your gaze, he seemed almost shy. “You were the one who told me you aren´t the relationship type.” You whispered trying to look him in the eyes. “But what if I changed my mind?” You looked at him surprised but slowly began to smile. “And what made you change your mind?” You asked and began to smirk. He rolled his eyes and pulled you into a kiss, giving you the answer to your question. “Okay.” You whispered, against his lips after he breaks the kiss. “I will go now. See you tomorrow?” He asked moving toward your window and you followed him. “Yeah.” You mumbled and pulled him into a hug. He kissed you one last time before climbing through your window.

For the rest of the night you couldn´t swipe that smile off your face.

Reckless Part 1

Character(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Violence, Angst…..! I’m so so sorry.

A/N: This was originally requested for Sebastian, but I could only think about scenarios for Bucky. So hold on to your seats.

Part 2


Originally posted by wintersthighs

Sitting at in the Quinjet trying to push aside all the aches and pains I’m feeling. The mission was successful but it was far from smooth. After months of trying to find the Hydra base, a tedious task, well hidden in a remote part of Siberia. We were split up into teams Bucky, Wanda, Myself, Tony - Captain, Natasha, Clint, Sam. 

Within 10 minutes of splitting we all got ambushed. Hydra was prepared but so were we. We took out 15 of the 20 men that attacked us. 

“Wanda on your right!” I yell blocking a punch, disarming the agent. Wanda using her powers to throw the agent into the last of their attackers.

Wanda and Tony secured the entrance while Bucky and I took out the rest of the agents. The last few standing were well trained than the rest. The agent charged at me, rapidly throwing knives. Dodging the first few grabbing two midair throwing them back, the agent falls to the floor lifeless. 

Bucky was surrounded by the last three. One lounging at him, he quickly starts throwing punches warding him off.

 I take knives out of my pockets tossing one at agent, one down. A agent sneaking up behind Bucky pulls out his gun aiming to kill. “BUCKY GET DOWN.” 

Bucky distracted by his current opponent doesn’t turn around. I quickly toss my other knife, the knife just missing him, he dodges and aims for me. I quickly flip and throw a punch. He’s quick, punching me straight in the jaw I tumble backwards. He aims for Bucky again, Bucky still holding off his opponent trying to turn around.

“BUCKY, MOVE.” I quickly charge at the Agent, he quickly turns his gun on me. Flipping, I kick the gun out of his hand, tackling him to the ground. I pin him down and start throwing punches.

“Y/N, Watch ou-” Bucky shouts. I feel the knife cut my arm, my grips slips and the Agent flips me over pinning me down. “You die for the soldier? You made an unwise decision” He growls, repeatedly swinging the knife. I can’t push his body weight off he’s too strong. Swinging the knife cutting you again “AAH!” 

He raises the knife, aiming to kill, Bucky kicks him off, one hit with his metal arm knocking him out cold.

Running over to me helping me up “Are you okay?!” 

“I’m fine Bucky” peeling back the fabric of my suit “I’ll just need to get a new suit, just minor cuts. I could’ve taken him you know” I chuckle.

Bucky is stone-faced shaking his head, his eyes scream disapproval. 

“What Buck?” Tony interrupts over the comm’s gives the meet up coordinates. ‘Understood’ Bucky turns off his comm, storming off. 

I trail behind him, confused at why he was upset when I covered his butt. Everyone straps in, I move down further to get the first-aid to clean my cuts.

“Buck, you alright? We got the files we needed and shut down the Hydra place. Something happen?” Steve questions his friend.

“I don’t know Steve, ask Y/N if something happened.” He growls.

“What are you talking about?” I mumble while peeling the band-aid with my teeth. “We all got swarmed by Agents, everyone finished their own fight. I told you I only have a few cuts, they aren’t deep at all so what’s the big dea-”

“The big deal is Y/N you’re always putting yourself at risk. You can be so reckless, no, not can be, you ARE reckless.” He stood up glaring. 

“Whoa Buck, I think you need to calm down.” Steve grabs Bucky’s shoulder trying to cool him down.

Bucky shoves him away. “NO. Y/N you always think that I can’t take care of myself in the field. I don’t need you watching my back all the time. 

“I was helping you out, what the heck is your problem? I had it under control.”

Raising his voice even louder “NO YOU DIDN’T. He had a knife to your face, you almost died. That was a irresponsible call, I can take the hits you can’t.” 

“I think you need to calm down Bucky.” Natasha says through her teeth. 

“Bucky, I was covering your back as your partner in the field I wasn’t going to let you get ambushed. I’m sorry I care so much and helped you out.” I stare at him.

“I didn’t ask for your help, I don’t need you to look out for me ever!” 

“Bucky I think you need to cool down” Steve pulls him back again.

I stand voice rising “So you want me to just stand back and watch you get beat to a pulp?!” 

“I could handle it myself Y/N, it’s better that I handle it instead of you constantly causing more issues on missions.” 

“What the heck are you talking about?! All I’m doing is helping you out! I’ve always had your back James in and out of the field.” 

Within a few strides Bucky was standing inches from my face. Towering over me, out the corner of my eye I saw Natasha defensively standing, ready to stop the situation. Steve uttering something, unable to catch it due to the fact Bucky was in my space, I could feel the heat radiating off of him. 

He was fuming “I don’t need you to have my back. I don’t need you. I. do. not. need. you.” 

“Barnes I think you need to sit down.” Tony says sternly.

“Bucky what in the world? You’ve stepped out of line, she was watching your back. And she has done nothing but support you outside of the field.” Bucky ignored everything Steve was saying.

I part my mouth to respond but I can’t find the words. My mind goes blank, the slight ache of my wounds don’t compare to the stab I felt in my heart.

Natasha pushed past Bucky, touched my shoulder, she knew how much I care for Bucky. Everyday those feelings grow stronger and stronger. They don’t matter anymore.

Staring at the floor I silently walk away taking the furthest seat away. I strap in keep my head down, folding my hands in my lap. Doing everything in my power to not let the tears that threaten to spill over to fall.

Apparently hours have passed since we have arrived back at the tower. The jet is filled with tension. Everyone gathers their things and silently exits, I unstrap grabbing my bag walking towards the ramp.

Bucky stands stopping me “Y/N, I..”

Staring straight ahead, avoiding his gaze I respond “No apology needed. I’ll be sure to ask for a transfer off your team first thing in the morning. Since my sincere actions have proven reckless. You don’t need me anymore. Understood Sergeant Barnes.” I walk around Bucky, tears stream down my face. That was the last day I spoke to him.

Klangst - Don’t Keep it Bottled Up, part 1

Back with another headcanon! I started this a while back, but I’ve been taking forever writing it (thank you for your patience @treasuredbuns!) and I decided to split it up. This headcanon is a result of my need to write some angst after writing so much fluff recently. Though I feel like I still backed out of the angst a little bit…

I apologise for any mistakes and OOCness that might appear/occur. Part 2 is now up, and you will be able to find more headcanons on my headcanon masterpost. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!


The paladins continued to use the mind-melding training since it really was a good exercise for them to practice focusing. It helped them to better understand one another and strengthen the bonds between them as they each trusted each other with their thoughts and feelings.

Well, it was supposed to.

After one particularly long day of training, it seemed as if Lance and Keith’s patience with each other had peaked.

“Lance, stop daydreaming we’re trying to train here!”

“Uh, excuuuse me?! I think you’ll find you’re the one who needs to concentrate more! Your projection keeps losing focus!”

“Well, at least mine is sticking to one image, yours keeps changing!”

“Come on, guys, that’s enough! We can’t train if all you can think about is fighting.” Sure enough, just as Shiro said, their images were now completely indiscernible as their minds filled with irritation. Coran had always warned them how the mind-melding never worked well with emotions. However, the two of them didn’t seem to hear his scolding, continuing to bicker with each other. Shiro sighed, knowing now that they could keep this up for a good hour or so. “We’ll stop there for today, I think we all need a rest.”

“And food! I’m starving. Anyone else fancy something to eat?” Hunk asked as he removed the headset.

“Sure, I could do with something!” Pidge replied as she tried to shake some feeling into her dead legs.

“Sounds good. Keith, Lance, are you going to join us?” Neither one replied to Shiro as they stared each other down. Sighing in defeat, Shiro followed Pidge and Hunk out of the training room, hoping that the two of them would finish their squabbling soon.

Lance narrowed his eyes at Keith, a deep scowl on his face. That was it, Keith couldn’t stand it anymore.

“WHAT is your problem with me?!” If possible, Lance’s frown deepened.

“What do you mean?! I think you’ll find that you have just as much a problem with me!”

“What?!” Keith asked incredulously. “I think you’ll find that you are the one who’s been hostile since we first met!”

“-asn’t our first meeting…” The words were so quiet compared to their earlier shouts, that Keith barely caught any of the uttered sentence.

“What?”

“I said that I can’t see what’s so special about you!” Keith blinked in bewilderment, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he tried to process what Lance said.

“Since when did I ever say I was spe-?”

“You didn’t have to! Everyone else said it enough times!” Keith was well and truly lost. What was Lance on about?! Lance didn’t notice Keith’s anger being replaced by confusion, turning to curiosity as Lance’s projection started becoming clearer again.

“Back at the garrison all I’d hear is how great Keith is! “Passed your flight theory? Well Keith passed his a year early!”, “Keith’s the top of his class again”, “Keith’s such a prodigy, I wonder if he’ll graduate early?”. It didn’t matter what I did, it wasn’t any good. Not whilst you were impressing everyone around you. It was like I was invisible!”

Keith eyes flickered between Lance’s projection of snippets of the garrison, of faces in uniform with scowls bearing down, and Lance’s face. His shouts had become louder and hysterical. Pent up frustrations making his voice crack and his eyes shine with gathering tears. But Keith was still lost. Had they really said so much about him?! He could barely remember the garrison from before Shiro left. He had always strived to catch up to him and afterwards he could only remember how the commanders would scold him. Dismiss him. Had they really held him in such high regard?!

Lance didn’t even pause for breath before he continued. Eyes wild, like Keith had never seen before.

“Even after they expelled you, they couldn’t shut up about you! You didn’t even have to be there for them to rave about your abilities! Meanwhile it took everything I had just to be noticed. To be referred to something other than “not as good as Keith”.” Keith was starting to get worried. He’d never seen Lance so worked up before.

“Lan-”

“Even now, all the team knows how talented you are. Allura didn’t even have to know you to know that /you/ should pilot Red! Shiro depends on you, trusts you more than anyone! Yet no one will listen to me, or even consider what I’m saying until someone backs me up!”

“Lance-”

“I’m tired of being called stupid!”

“Lance, no one calls you stupid-”

“They don’t need to! It’s obvious they think that!”

“Lance, calm down! You’re not thinking straight! You know we all-”

“No! Don’t you /dare/ speak like you know how I feel! You don’t know what it’s like to /not/ be loved by everyone!” Keith’s mouth, which had opened to retaliate, shut with a snap. His eyes, which had been clear, glossed over. The change was enough to get Lance’s attention. He winced as his head was suddenly filled with emotions which weren’t his own.

Fear and a deep /aching/ sadness. Loneliness. Images flashed before him, so engrossing that Lance couldn’t tell if they were projections or in his mind. The details were lost, only shapes and muffled sounds flickered through the haze. Backs turned; smiles facing away from him; dark places; fear, a young naïve fear, like that of monsters.

There are people, but they aren’t there for him. There are hands, but they don’t hold him. They shove and they sting. They are cold. There is no warmth. There are laughs, but he can’t laugh with them. Mouths hidden behind hands failing to keep the voices from his ears. He knows he doesn’t belong, but there’s nowhere else.

Is there?

Then he’s running. Because there must be a place. Somewhere, anywhere. He just wants someone to hol-

The image was ripped from Lance’s mind and he winced, eye blinking rapidly to adjust to the room. His eyes found the shattered remains of a headset. He watched as the boot raised itself from the wreckage, metal dropping from the sole in ‘ping’s. As his eyes followed the boot, he was reminded as to where he was. Who he was with. What he was doing.

“/I’m/ the one who doesn’t know…?” Keith’s voice was quiet, shaking. Disbelieving. Lance could hear his laboured breathing. Quick, short gulps of air. Keith’s face was stricken. Lance could feel his words weigh as lead in his stomach. He felt sick. And yet he was the one who…

“Keith, I-!” As Lance started, Keith convulsed, finally coming back to himself before he adopted a cold mask. Lance shivered at the look he received. And then Keith was going, taking long, heavy strides which carried him to the door before Lance even registered his movement.

Then he was gone, leaving Lance staring at the door as if he might reappear. He was like that for a few seconds, minutes maybe, then he slumped, all fight gone from him as the situation sunk in. He had never seen Keith’s face so devoid of emotion.

He looked down to the shards of the headset, feeling similar shards digging into his chest. It was like he could see their bond in tatters, scattered at his feet. He hadn’t even realised just how close they’d become, consumed with his jealousy, blinding him to the truth. Until the extent of what he’d lost was laid in front of him. Utterly broken and torn. He’d done that.

He’d always been good at breaking things. He only wished he knew how to fix it. He only hoped it /could/ be fixed. His hands pulled at his hair, the pain grounding.

Why did he always have to mess things up? Oh… great. Even Lance didn’t like himself now.


Aaaand that’s where part 1 ends! Hope you liked it and check out part 2! Again, I’m always happy to chat about Voltron or discuss/create headcanons with people (I’ve been having some great conversations with people recently! You know who you are - thank you!).

fosters character summaries
  • Stef: I'd know because I'm a cop.
  • Lena: I just think everybody needs to calm down.
  • Callie: *runs in front of a bus* *gets hit by a bus* Of course this would happen to me.
  • Brandon: Don't let anybody ruin your life. It's your life. So you should ruin it.
  • Jesus: I can't help it if everyone wants to have sex with me.
  • Mariana: You can be smart and sexy. I'd know. I'm both.
  • Jude: *on a school trip*
GOT7 reaction to you getting into a car crash

@mukemaloxx said:  I’m not the one who asked for the monsta x reaction to you getting in a car crash but I wanted to request the same just now as GOT7. I’m really curious about how would it be… Could u? Have a great day 🌸 - leila

- I hope I did well and that you like it.^^ You have a great day too and enjooy <3 


Jaebum: He’ll be quiet. He would think of you, car crash, fight. Everything would keep going around his head all the time, over and over. He wouldn’t beable to talk to anyone, or even his members. He would be alone and think of you. 
Coming to the hospital, he would try his hardest not to cry. He’s not the type to cry. Jb would hold your hand and tell you he’ll fix everything and anything when you get better, that he’ll be with you and take care of you. 

Originally posted by chaisoo

Jackson: He’ll need everyone, or even just someone to be there with him, to calm him down, just hug him and let him cry. He’ll be too emotional and feel really sad. 
He would always say “It’s all my fault. It’s my fault for getting into a fight”, “I hurt her. I hurt her even more.” , “She’s in the hospital because of me”, “Will she ever forgive?” 
When you would get to go home, as you walk through the door he would right away start crying hard and walk up to you slowly. You would spread your arms wanting a hug and he’ll just hug you and start crying even harder.

Originally posted by kittenyeong

Mark: He wouldn’t be able to focus on anything. All he would want on a practice or in the studio just to go through the door and go to you. 
He would buy you flowers and bring them each day he comes. 
Mark wouldn’t smile much, would be in his little own world. Seeing you laying in that bed, all he wishes that you get better, but most important thing, why he went well and you got into worse position. He wishes you were fine and that he was laying down. Never ever he’ll forgive himself for what happened.

Originally posted by younqk

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I have a migraine and I actually want to fall in a ditch but oh well :/ do you think you could do a got7 Mark au please? I really love your account by the way. It really helps me calm down because your writing is so smooth.

  • athlete doctor!mark tuan 
  • specializes in athletic injuries and knows too much about,,,,too many sports,,,,,,shouldn’t he be an athlete himself why does he have a medical degree
  • mark: because i went to med school,,,,,,,,,,in cali,,,,
  • everyone: we didn’t need to know it was in c-
  • mark: in California 
  • everyone thinks he’s really handsome and super smart,,,,but he isn’t much of a talker. like when he’s with patients usually nurses do all the talking and he just explains what’s going on and what kind of treatment the person is gonna need
  • he’s polite and all that but literally every patient that’s ever tried to be like “dr. tuan, what are your hobbies?” mark answers really simply and cuts to the chase
  • and it’s like,,,,,,,,you really separate work and your personal life don’t you
  • but it’s actually kinda cute,,,,you don’t have to hear him say something to tell how family orientated and sweet he is. like his desk is covered in framed photos of his parents and siblings. him holding his nieces, him with cousins, him with his best friend fellow doctor jackson
  • and for someone so quiet and serious on the job,,,,his social life looks great LOL
  • even though every nurse who’s ever asked him out has been (gently) rejected
  • you come in because you’ve been having really bad leg cramps ever since you got injured at your soccer game and instead of asking dr. tuan about his hobbies or telling him you need more pain meds
  • you’re like “doctor, let’s be real - do i have to get my leg cut off?” and you’re looking at him dead serious and mark,,,,,,,,he bursts into laughter
  • and he never does that except when dr. wang visits
  • and he’s just like “no one has ever started a conversation with me like that before!” and you’re like fffff please don’t laugh!!!! im seriously worried
  • and he regains his composure and he’s like “no, your leg will stay. it’s probably another pulled muscle.”
  • and he examines your leg and writes a prescription but he asks you why you’re smiling so wide and you’re like “because!!!! i get to keep my leg that i love so much” and mark, again, can’t hold back his chuckling
  • and he’s like “you’re,,,,,incredible you know that?” and you’re like hmmm why
  • and mark is like no one has made me laugh that hard since forever,,,,,plus they’re cute,,,,,,and he looks at your chart and says your name and he’s like
  • “call me at this number if the pain doesn’t go away, send me updates on how you’re feeling ok!”
  • and you nod and thank him and as you’re leaving you’re like talking to the secretary and you’re like “he gave me this number to call if anything happens” and when she sees it her eyes go wide and she’s like ,,,,,,that’s not our direct line,,,,,,,you got dr. tuan’s own!!!!! cell number
  • and you’re like H U H,,,,really,,,,,,,,
  • and she’s like omg omg omg he neVER DOES THAT
  • and you look over at the office where mark is going over another patient’s chart,,,,,and you remember how strong his features are, how he looks more like a model than an average doctor
  • and you can’t help but feel really lucky,,,,like you have his number,,,,,the hot doctors number,,,,,,
  • and hell yeah a week later you find yourself on a dinner date with said doctor because mark finds you charming and adorable and you make him laugh so hard he almost spits his wine out at the table LOL 
Turf Wars

Hey guys! This is a new series I’m thinking about continuing! Let me know if you like it and if I should do more! Thankyou so much angels!
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“This is just absolutely ludicrous!” Cheryl Blossom shouted from her seat at the front of the auditorium, her body practically shaking with anger.

Archie elbowed Jughead and smirked imitating the crazy female redhead. That girl needed to be put on some serious medication and fast, she always seemed to be up in arms about something or another. Of course this time her outrage was slightly warranted, it seemed everyone shared similar feelings regarding the announcement Principal Weatherbee was making.

“Calm down children please!” He shouted over the murmuring and shouting of the entire Riverdale class.

Archie dropped his smirk and put on his most serious face “I just don’t see why they have to come here. Is not like any of them go to school anyway.”

Jughead winced at the judgmental tone of his best friend. Yeah Archie could be fairly insulting but he was also incredibly sheltered so he couldn’t really be blamed. Veronica smacked Archie’s arm frowning at him in disdain
“You don’t know them Archie. You can’t group all of them as a whole just because of some bad seeds.”

The huge highly anticipated announcement weatherbee had been talking about for days was that the south side school had been damaged in a fire and all of the students were going to be attending Riverdale until it was fixed.

The south side was the most dangerous part of Riverdale. It was for the lower class, the people who couldn’t afford Riverdale High, it was mainly notorious for its very own gang “The Southside Serpents”. Jughead knew first hand what it was like to live on the south side.

A few years ago his family fell apart. He was left with just his dad. Eventually his father lost his job and they were forced to move to the south side. He had only been there for a few months when Fred Andrews took him in, he loved Jughead like a son and knew how smart the boy was, he wanted him to have a good education and a stable home life. He was forever grateful for the Andrews family, but he still thought about his father all the time, Fred had decided it was best to cut contact until his father could sober up. He hadn’t heard from the man in three years.

Shaking his head and coming to present day he heard weatherbee introducing their newest classmates.

“And please show our new students a very warm Riverdale welcome!” Suddenly the doors opened and in came about sixty teenagers all dressed vastly different than what the school was used to. Messy hair, ripped up jeans, dirty combat boots. They were all dressed like Jughead.

Each of the south side students looked angry, shuffling down the aisle and shooting nasty looks at each Riverdale student who dared make eye contact. One in particular was smirking at Archie’s letterman jacket.

“Reggie Mantle.” Archie grumbled under his breath, his face set in stone. “He’s captain of the Southside football team, Chuck says they play dirty. I’ve never played them every time we go to play, Chuck gets into some kind of fight.”
Veronica moved closer to Archie and he threw an arm over her shoulder.

Almost like Jughead was in a movie, his eyes were drawn to the very last girl in the group, she was moving lazily, her hands shoved into the little black leather jacket she wore, the snake shaped S displayed proudly on her back, a sure sign she was a part of the infamous Serpents. She was absolutely beautiful though, Jughead couldn’t look away. Her honey blonde hair was hanging low on her back, the messy curls wild and smooth, she wore skin tight blue jeans and black combat boots. Her skin was a gorgeous olive color and her face was makeup free. The most striking thing about her was her piercing green eyes fanned by heavy dark lashes.

“Betty, I swear to god you walk like a damn turtle.” The long haired boy in front of her was keeping pace with her lazy stroll.

Her name was Betty. Suddenly her bright green eyes locked on his and she quirked an eyebrow, a curious expression on her face. Jughead swallowed heavily, trying to keep his laid back carefree facade. She was looking at him like she knew him, only breaking eye contact when her long haired friend pulled her by the hand.

Everyone made way as Betty walked through them all, almost as if she were Noah parting the Red Sea, she was respected, that much was obvious. They all took seats in the available spots in the front of the auditorium. As weatherbee went on about how happy everyone was to have them. Veronica leaned over Archie and whispered in jugheads face

“That pretty blonde was totally checking you out. She’s definitely gonna be my new best friend, I’m gonna set you two up. It’s like we’re destined to be best friends.” Veronica clapped excitedly

Kevin nodded from beside him
“You can have the blonde but I want the friend. mister Puerto Rican Fabio is all mine.”

Jughead chucked at his friends antics. All too soon the principal was finishing up and sending them all back to class. As soon as the auditorium doors shut …War begun.

It was a screaming battle the Southside against Riverdale, teens were at each other’s throats and cheerleaders were pitted against cheerleaders while the football players came nose to nose. Suddenly a loud whistle rang out and all the Southside students ceased fighting, causing the Riverdale students to stare in confusion as their opponents backed away.
The gorgeous blonde who had caught his eyes earlier was now making her way through the crowd and standing in front of her classmates.

Cheryl blossom must have sensed the shift in power and moved to stand directly across Betty.

“I don’t know who you think you are, coming to our school and thinking you can get away with whatever you want, but that won’t fly here. This is my school. You may have been important in whatever trash can you ruffians called a school, but things are different here. You’re under my roof.” The riverdale side cheered obnoxiously causing Cheryl to smirk cockily at the girl in front of her.

Betty just smiled lazily and seemed to be waiting for everyone to finish

“We don’t want to fight, none of us want to be here, but we are. And we’re staying. So either you accept that and go about your own business or you cause trouble with my people. The choice is yours. I said we don’t want to fight but I never said we wouldn’t. You threaten us or do anything stupid and you’ll regret it. I’m not afraid of you Red, and I never will be.” With that she turned around, her classmates following, leaving a very quiet Riverdale student body and Cheryl blossom with her jaw on the floor.

Kevin was practically bouncing with excitement as Veronica leaned over and whispered “that was so badass!”

Betty made her way past their little group and once again made eye contact with jughead, this time she shot him half of a smile, the indent of a dimple rising to the surface. Jughead swallowed heavily and Archie slapped a hand to his shoulder, smirking

“You’re in for it now buddy.”

Jughead watched the back of her blonde head walk away and sighed. He most definitely was.

Things that I wanna say about Descendants 2:

THERE ARE SPOILERS HERE. I warned.

+ It was important how they showed that all of that pressure to be perfect was affecting Mal and Ben

+ Ben had a lot of things to do all the time and he had no time to stay with his friends and Mal, it was clear that he was tired.

+ Mal was faking to be someone that she isn’t. After “Ways to Be Wicked”, in her interview, we can see how the reporters were asking things that were kinda disrespectful, like: “Did you imagine that you would be with a VK?” (to Ben), and come on, Mal had all the rights to get sad. 

+ Mal wanted someone to listen to her, to understand her. She was screaming.

+ I don’t know why they are so against magic, but Mal is half-fairy, so she should use her magic.

+ That doesn’t mean that she was right in try to spell Ben, but all that she wanted was give him the perfect things. She was trying to be perfect to him (what she didn’t need to do!).

+ I really loved how they showed not only Mal’s insecurities, but Evie’s too. Evie was really afraid of coming back to the Isle Of the Lost. She didn’t want to be left there again. Evie was trying so hard to forget her past and focus on her life in Auradon now. She is a stylist, a designer. She’s very, very, talented. 

+ But we all know that our past will always be part of us and it was important to make us what we are now

+ I still don’t think that Carlos and Jane are the perfect couple, but they had one scene that I really thought it was important: when Jane hugged Carlos. 

+ Not because it was cute, but because Carlos’ facial expression showed that he needed that. Not a girl. A hug. He hugged her in a way that I wished I could hug him too. We all know that Cruella abused him and that’s why he doesn’t wanna go back to the isle, and that scene showed that he needed affection.

+ Lonnie. That’s all. She is a badass. I had my issues with her before. I mean, of course I liked her in the first movie, but I didn’t like how she cared so much about her hair since she had potential to be more.

+ And guess what? She is so much more! She knows how to fight and how to use a sword better than all the boys in the team! This. Is. So. Important! 

+ They showed how there is sexism in Auradon even after strong womans like Elsa, Merida, and Lonnie’s mother, Mulan. She saved China! And the boys like Chad act like this has no value! 

+ I mean, she’s an excellent fighter, but they don’t want her in the team because she is a girl?! WHO THE FUCK WROTE THAT RULE BOOK?!

+ Let’s calm down and think… Why nobody is talking about how Chad was creepy and crazy?!

+ Audrey broke up with him and he went crazy. He has the key to Jay and Carlos’ room. How creepy is that?!

+ You know in Girl Meets World when Farkle says that if something bad happened to Lucas, he would be the president in his place with a creepy face? CHAD WAS THE SAME.

+ Like, he put a crown on his head and imagined that he was king. I MEAN, HIS FRIEND WAS KIDNAPPED AND HE WAS THINKING ABOUT TAKING HIS PLACE!

(I need to calm down. Omg, I have a lot to write…)

LET’S CONTINUE:

+ Uma is amazing. I’m in love with her. And she is not evil. I know, she kidnapped the king of Auradon, but what I love about her is that all that she wants is let everyone of the isle be free. I don’t think she cares about taking over Auradon she just wants to be free.

+ Her conversation with Ben was very deep. She said that the isle is a prison, and who wouldn’t be angry in her place? The movie is 6 months after that the rotten four chose good, and they didn’t do anything to take other villain kids out of the isle, and Ben didn’t do anything too.

+ They really were the forgotten villain kids. Uma, Harry, Gil, Dizzy. All of them.

+ You know what I loved? The chemistry between Uma and Harry. It was very clear that he has a huge crush on her. My favorite scene was when he falls (in the ocean, I guess) and he calls Uma to help him. This happens when Mal and the other are running back to the limo and Uma could reach them. But she stopped. She stopped to help him. She didn’t need to do that, but she did.

+ Now, Gil. I love him, I wanna protect him. He’s so happy, he has no idea about what is happening all the time! He keeps calling Uma “shrimpy”, and when Harry pulls him out of the restaurant is amazing!

+ It’s like Harry is saying: “You are going to sit here for five minutes and think about what you said to my darling Uma, did you get it? Don’t you dare go back there before the time is over!”.

+ Gil is so precious <3

+ DIZZY.

+ DIZZY IS SO CUTE!

+ SHE’S GOING TO AURADON! IT WAS SO CUTE HOW SHE SCREAMED AND HUGGED THE MAN, HOW SHE LOVES EVIE, HOW SHE’S SO HAPPY AND FULL OF JOY!

+ And Evie. I love Evie so much that I wish I could hug her! She wants to take care of the kids, she wants them to have a better life, she’s Ben counselor, she loves Dizzy and wants to protect her as a sister.

+ I loved how we saw Uma with tentacles. How we saw Mal turn into a dragon. I loved how Ben enters in a “beast mode” sometimes.

+ JAY. JAY IS A BIG BROTHER TO MAL.

+ It was clear how he was able to attack Harry if he did anything to Mal while he was singing his part in “It’s Going Down”, and when he said that he could drive Mal to the isle if she wanted. He wants to see her happy.

+ And he gave up of being captain of the team so Lonnie could finally be on the team, because he knew that she deserved to be there.

+ The rotten four are family. They will always be. I love how Carlos remembered Mal and Evie that.

+ And we had Doug’s insecurities too. He’s afraid of don’t be enough to Evie, he’s so sweet!

+ This movie gave me so many ships, OMG

+ Evie x Ben (matching clothes, come on!) / Uma x Ben / Dizzy x invitation to Auradon / Jay x Lonnie / Mal x Uma…

+ Gaston still wants Belle and kill Adam/Beast. And Gil says that so calm, I love him.

+ SPACE BETWEEN IS SO CUTE AND GAY, I REALLY THOUGHT THEY WOULD KISS 2 TIMES DURING THE SONG.

+ I’M DISAPPOINTED.

+ BUT MAL AND BEN KISSED 2 TIMES.

+ I SCREAMED AND SCARED MY MOTHER.

+ NO, I DON’T REGRET IT.

I guess that’s all for today. I wrote so much, OMG.

Sorry guys, but I’m so in love with this movie. But I know I’m not the only one.

Have a nice day, guys. I love you all <3

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It’s A Meta Crisis!

Anon: Hi first off I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could do supernatural story were the reader is obsessed with the show but one day she wakes up in the bunker and she finds out she’s Sam and Dean’s sister but starts to freak out and her ‘brothers’ thinks she may be sick or tries to calm her down. Sorry if that’s confusing <3

Nonnie, I need to apologize for taking so long to get this out, but I hope this was worth the wait. Like always, please message/leave something in my inbox with comments, questions, criticism, if you want to be tagged, etc. Enjoy everyone!

Summary: You are a Sister!Winchester writer and you wake up inside the Bunker one day.

Warnings: None (yes, I know the gif is a typewriter, but it’s hard to find good gifs!)

Tags: @the-third-winchester-warrior @winchesters-favorite-girl @jensen-jarpad @daughters-and-winsisters @lil-sister-winchester

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“Aaaand, you’re done.” You say the final words of your newly written story aloud as you type them. You wrap your blanket bundle around you a little tighter and click the post button. “All right. You’re up for the whole world to see.” You sigh in relief, happier than ever to get this story out. School is about to start up, something you’re not looking forward to in any way, shape, or form.

You close your laptop slowly. You wish the magic of the holiday break didn’t have to end. The sleeping in, the bliss of not knowing what to do for a whole day, not being sure whether it was Monday or Friday. It was heaven.

You look at the clock. 11:08. Well, if you are going to get any sort of sleep for the early day tomorrow, now was as good a time as any to count sheep. You turn off your light and flop down on your bed. You don’t bother to change clothes or take off your shoes for that matter; you’d be wearing the same outfit to school the next day anyways, so why bother?

You turn your head to look around the sights of your room. A Supernatural poster from season 8 hangs on the far wall. Nearby that, you can see the different ‘hunting’ accessories you had collected over the years, scattered all around your bedroom. Some came from bygone Halloweens, others as holiday and birthday gifts. The old pocketknife with the Men of Letters symbol you carved into the handle, the iron sculpture you pilfered from a garage sale, your stashes of salt and homemade goofer dust, and the leather bag that you used for a hex bag in cosplay. A stack of plaid and flannel shirts sits piled under the poster. You’re particularly proud of the angel blade you had ‘forged’ from moldable plastic beads.

You smile, dreaming about your made up life of being the Winchester’s sister. It’s easier to gain story inspiration through dreaming fanfiction. Oh, the hunts, the magic, the creatures, the excitement, the strong sense of family. Every little aspect about it. Just, Sam, Dean, and you. Against the whole world…

Even before you wake up, you can sense something’s wrong. It’s cold. Colder than your room. You feel around for your blanket to pull up to your face. You freeze.

They’re not yours.

Your eyes open immediately. You sit up cautiously. Did I just get kidnapped? you wonder silently. A dark ceiling and plain walls meet your tired eyes that clearly do not belong to you.

You’re not in your bedroom anymore.

The walls are windowless, an odd bookshelf in the corner. Your eyes scan along the book titles: Mythology and Lore, The Official Book of Exorcisms, Shapeshifters vs. Skinwalkers Vol. 1. The entirety of the bookcase was covered with more scrolls and books like these.

“Okay…little creepy…” You glance around the room, suddenly feeling a sense of either paranoia or excitement. You’re not sure yet. The floor is made not of your soft brown-beige carpet, but a hard floor instead. The most off-putting thing is the smell; it’s a mix of air freshener and dust. Overall, pretty musty. Definitely not the smell of the scented candle at home.

Sounds are pretty much nonexistent. There was always some noise in your home. A passing car on the outside street, siblings arguing in the kitchen over who’s turn it was to use the toaster for Pop-Tarts, or the neighbor’s cat yowling in terror after being chased up a tree by a bullying squirrel.

You peer over the edge of a plain bed. There’s a large wooden chest with leather straps on it. Sort of a trunk really. You’ve never seen this before, but it’s familiar. You abruptly realize you have seen it before.

In your head.

Pieces of everything about this room fly together. The books on the shelf. The floor. The lack of windows and noise. The smell. Waking up in a different bed. Everything is how you’ve imagined it in your stories. You’ve pictured this room in your mind a thousand times, creating different story upon story in this setting.

This is the room you created for the sister of Sam and Dean Winchester.

“That’s not possible…” Only one way for you to be sure. You rub your hands on the top of this mysterious box. If every other detail is right, then this would prove what was going on. Your eyes look down apprehensively, suddenly feeling a series of grooves on the lid of the trunk. You gasp aloud, trying everything to keep from screaming. A six-pointed star is burned into the top of the chest. A Star of Aquarius, better known to you as the symbol for the Men of Letters.

“Just like I wrote.” Your whole body is trembling. Jury’s still out on whether your shaking is from panic or happiness. You look down at yourself. You’re still in the same outfit you fell asleep in: black and white plaid shirt over a black tank top and ripped blue jeans. Your feet are still in the brown faux leather boots from Shopko. You’d tastefully nicknamed them your ‘Winchester Boots’. Little did you know that you’d actually be wearing them in the freaking Bunker.

You slap yourself. Ow. “Okay. Real. Not dreaming. I’m…in…the Bunker.” You turn around in place in a daze. A frightened happy smile stretches across your face. “I’m in the Bunker. The Bunker.”

You take a look at a wooden nightstand. You pull open the drawer cautiously, fearing what might be inside. Inside sits a knife, exactly like your knife in your bedroom. Your other bedroom The not Supernatural one. All the way down to the Men of Letters symbol carved inside. Which makes sense; you’ve based so much of your stories on yourself. Under that sits a small framed but faded photo. You immediately know who it should be, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You gently pick it up.

It’s happy photo of the little baby you sitting on your Dad’s shoulders. Not John Winchester’s shoulders. Your father. Riiight. The sister I created was adopted, not a Winchester by blood, you remind yourself. You stare intently at the picture, recalling the backstory you’d given your Win!sister.

A father turned into an encantado and the mom was a good friend of John Winchester so she teamed up with him in the hunting life. Y/N, became real close to Sam and Dean, helping out with research in her early years and later learning the trade. Teaming up wasn’t a constant thing, but enough to where the boys considered her their sister. John ended up killing Y/N’s dad when he showed up years later. Sam and Dean meeting up became less and less until it stopped completely when Y/N helped Sam get to Stanford. Contact resumed at Roadhouse with Ellen. Her mom died when the Gates of Hell were opened while Y/N was young. She’s been in Sam and Dean’s care since-

You’re cut off by a sudden, yet soft, knocking on the door. “Hey, Y/N.”

You know that mellow voice all too well. You gasp loudly and just barely manage to hold on the to the picture before it can shatter. Standing in front of the door is the freaking giant of a man Sam Winchester.

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He looks at you with mild concern. “You okay? Didn’t mean to scare you.” He finishes with a natural smile. “You didn’t answer your phone. Dean and I just finished one weird case. You’re gonna laugh your head off at this one.”

You back up into the side of bed, still not sure whether to be terrified or bouncing off the walls. You can barely hold onto your voice.

“S-Sam?”

“Yeah?”

Your eyebrows shoot like rockets towards the ceiling. “Sam??”

“Yeah…that’s me.”

“Sam Winchester??”

Sam steps towards you. “Y/N, is something going on?”

“Sam freaking Winchester. In front of me.” You run your twitchy hands through your hair. “Oh gosh, this is happening. This is real. This-this-i-i-it’s. Holy mother flippin’ Metatron. You’re Sam Winchester.”

Sam smiles unsure with a little laugh in his throat. “Y/N, you’re acting like you’ve never seen me before.”

You start gesturing frantically, as you usually did when you fangirled. “Yes yes yes yes, I know I know I know! This i-i-i-is. This is unbelievable. I mean, you’re right there and I’m right here in this room and-” You abruptly stop and take a look at Sam, who is slowly backing towards the exit. “I’ve gone meta, haven’t I?”

“Uh…Dean!” Sam shouts over his massive shoulder.

“What?”

The distant reply of another voice you know hits your ears and a dorky grin stretches across your face. “Oh man, Dean’s here too. Oh boy. Oooookay…”

“C’mere for a sec!” Sam gives you a funny look. “Just…stay right here for a minute.”

You sit down on the bed, beyond happy to comply. “Okay!” Your energy level is off the charts.

Sam walks out of the room with a slightly faster pace than you expect. You hear his footsteps recede to where they’re undetectable. You get up off the bed, a whole new strength coursing through you; in your sudden excitement to see the Winchesters, you ignored the fact that not only are you in a different place, but you’re different too. Your body is roughly the same height, maybe a little taller. But you’re extremely fit now. You feel muscles bulging out of your arms, calves, and torso. It’s a whole new thing. You’re still around the same size as you were, but more of a body-builder version rather than a light exerciser.

You run your hands along the slightly bulging muscles in your upper arms. “Cool.” Your eyes sidle to an unopened closet. A new thought hatches in your mind. “I wonder…” You walk over and open the door, adrenaline and adventure filling your energetic body. You smile. Inside, behind the rack of clothing, is the set of weaponry you dreamt of always having. Shotguns and rifles and swords and pistols and ninja stars and salt rounds and-

You lay your eyes on the two weapons you crave the most: the Enochian carved angel blade from your I See Wings series and three sets of throwing knives you imagined: One for demons, one for creatures, one for witches. Each knife set was enchanted with spells you had found in the Bunker, designed with silver or iron or salt.

At least, that’s how you wrote it. You still hope it’s true.

You pry one out from it’s meticulously crafted case. Oh, the glory of holding one of those babies is indescribable. The black leather grip, the smoothness of the knife, the simplistic beauty of the curvature. You never knew how long you waited for this moment. And your new body is just begging you to try the knife out. You curl it back almost daintily, aim and…

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Before you can let your blade loose, Dean himself comes striding into your room. He’s on guard instantly when he sees you with the knife. “Woah, Y/N.” He rushes over to your side and grabs your wrist. “If you wanna throw, we’ve got the shooting range, not your room.”

You stare at him in utter shock, that goofy fangirl smile coming back onto your face. “Dean?” you whisper. Your eyes grow wide. “You’re…real…”

Dean knits his eyebrows together. He scoffs and sits you down on the bed by your shoulders. “Course I’m real. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You can see Sam standing in the door, hesitant to come in the room. Your eyes flick rapidly between the two of them. “I’m-I’m really here? This isn’t some sort of…prank or-or joke or…” You look into the Winchester’s eyes, ever growing concern stretching across their faces. “I mean…you’re both real…” you breathe out.

Dean sets your throwing knife on the bed. “Y/N, are you high?” The seriousness in his voice throws you off guard.

“No! No, no, nope!” you yelp. “Definitely not high.” You scan around the room distractedly, trying to ground yourself on something. “Not high…definitely…not…”

“Uh-huh…” Dean clearly doesn’t believe you. He turns to Sam. “And you just found her like this?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s going on-”

“What was the last thing that happened to you?” you interrupt. If you can figure out what just happened to the boys, then maybe you can figure out how you got here.

Dean takes a breath. “Well, you wanted to stay and get some research done. We just got back from some weird ass musical about our lives.”

Season 10 episode 5, you immediately think. “So, you’re not a demon anymore and,” you point to Sam, “you just killed Calliope then, right?”

Sam squints at you. “How do you know that?”

“Y/N, what’s going on?” The expression on Dean’s face just melts your poor little fangirl heart. The concern, the honesty. Ugh.

“I…I don’t know. I just woke up here and…” You struggle to find the right words when a lightbulb goes off. You stand up off the bed. “Do you remember when Balthazar zapped you two to an alternate universe?”

Both Sam and Dean groan. “Damn, that was bad,” Dean complains.

“Well, think of this as a reverse one of those.” You grin sheepishly, standing awkwardly in the room as it dawns on the boys. Sam speaks up first.

“You mean…you’re from…”

“Not exactly.” You rub the back of your neck. “My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I write stories about the show Supernatural. Mostly about if Sam and Dean Winchester had a sister…” you fade out seeing as Dean’s head looks like it’s about to explode.

“Wait, you what??”

“In the show, it’s just…well, you two. But, I began writing my own stories imagining if you two had a sister. And I guess I’m having some kind of meta crisis right now, apparently. I woke up here in the world I created.”

“In the body of our sister.” Dean sounds more hostile towards you than before.

“Not exactly. It’s sort of a reverse Balthazar situation with a bit of Chuck mixed in.”

Sam looks the least freaked out out of everyone in the room. “Okay. So, you wrote about…us and if we had a sister? Why if?”

“In my life or universe or whatever, Y/N Winchester doesn’t exist except in the stories I write.” You take a look at Dean who looks like he could Hulk out on you. You raise your hands defensively. “I based her on me though. So, it’s not like I’m possessing her; I am her. Sort of.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You wrote her so you are her?”

“Pretend you rewrote the Lord of the Rings with you in them. But, you didn’t want to name yourself after you, so you came up with another name. Like…Jim. Then you find yourself in that story you wrote as Jim. But you based Jim off of you so it is you in it’s own way.”

“This is already making my brain sick.” Dean rubs his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

“No, I get it. That makes sense.” You silently thank Sam for saving your bacon.

“The only question is how I got here. I literally went to sleep and woke up here. Nothing different than normal.”

“Okay…if you were writing this, as a story, what would you explain it as?”

You put a hand up to the back of your neck, a habit when you try to concentrate. “Well, if I was writing this, I’d probably be dealing with a spell of some kind, but nothing crazy happened to me last night. So,” you begin to pace, “that leaves me with…oh. Great.” You sigh and purse your lips together.

“What?”

“Hex bags. I have one in my room.” The Winchesters continue to stare at you. You sigh. “Not a witch, it’s just for cosplay and Halloween. But, I didn’t sweep my room last night. Someone could’ve swapped it out for a real one.”

Dean tips his head up to the ceiling. “I freaking hate witches.”

“Well, it might not be a witch.”

“What do you mean?”

“A witch is only one idea. It might be a tulpa, or a really messed up spirit, or-” You stop, a new idea entering your head. You close your eyes. “Ah, crap.” You raise your hand in a ‘shut-up’ gesture, simply going over to a tv set in the corner of the room and turning it on.

Dean leans forward on the bed. “You gotta kidding me.”

“Perks of writing your own world. You get a pretty good hunch on who did it.” A Casa Erotica scene starts setting up.

Sam points to the screen. “But, he died.”

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A very familiar waiter rips off his mustache. “Think again, boys. And girl.” Gabriel pops out through the tv screen landing in front of you and the Winchesters. A weird combination of a smile and an ‘exasperated-parent face’ hits your face. The archangel looks at you. “How do they do it on BBC?” He raises an eyebrow. “Did you miss me?”

jigglejaggle  asked:

Prompt: so remember episode 2 season 1 where pidge shocks lance with her bayard and he fell over? Well i was thinking what if he didn't just pop back up and continue training. What if that like triggered him to start having a seizure, everyone starts panicking, crying etc... (some klance in there too)maybe some lance accidentally spewing his insecurities after since people are usually confused coming out of a seizure. You can add some more angsty stuff.(like maybe puking too) Langst is great man

This, my friend is amazing! <3 

“Awe you got a cute little bayard~”  Lance leaned slightly forward to get a closer look at Pidges bayard. 

Pidge swiftly shocked Lance with her bayard, resulting in him falling on the ground. “Yeah it is pretty cute.” A smirk growing on their face as everyone laughed. 

It only took a few seconds before those laughs turned into panicking screams. Lance was still on the floor shaking, his muscles tense, eye slightly opened.

Everyone stood in shock for a few moments before Keith bolted towards Lance, falling down to his knees and grabbed his shoulders. 

“Lance! Lance! Can you hear me?” Keith frantically spoke and he attempted to stop Lance from whatever he was doing. 

By then the entire team had rushed over and was kneeling beside Lance. 

“I think he’s having a seizure.” Shiro spoke and started to push Keith’s hands away from Lance. “Try not to hold him down, this will pass.” 

Kieth nodded quickly and shifted to Lances head so he was laying on his lap, and Shiro shifted his body so he was on his side. A puddle of drool quickly forming.

Keith attempted to remember how to help someone during a seizure. One of his foster homes had a daughter with epilepsy so he had seen seizures before, but could only remembered that touching helped sometimes. He tentatively started to run his fingers through Lance’s hair.

Pidge tried not to but they started crying, Hunk wrapped his arms around them as he watched Lance spasm. 

After, what felt like the longest minuet of anyone life, Lance finally stopped convulsing. His eyes closed, then opened slowly, not evening focusing at anything in particular. 

Everyone surrounded his, asking a million questions a second. Lance couldn’t focus on any of them, he could barely feel the fingers that were moving through his hair. He felt a pit in his stomach form and thank heaven that he was rolled to his side and released all of the contents that his stomach had. He attempted to murmur an apology but was cut off by his stomach lurching again. 

Shiro was rubbing his back talking about anything, but his words fell on closed ears since Lance only heard ringing. 

After a few minuets Lance regained his bearings and quickly found the first two words he needed to say “I’m sorry.” 

Silence filled the room as everyone process what he said. 

“Why are you apologizing?” Hunk asked. 

“If anyone needs to apologize its me.” Pidge wiped their face and attempted to calm themselves. “I don’t even know why I did that? I didn’t think that it could, god I’m so stupid.” 

Hunk hugged them tighter and Shiro looked at them with his dad™ expression letting them know that they would have a talk later. 

Lance sluggishly shook his head, “No, I always bring people down, I always mess up. Now I ruined the floor.” Lance was still shaking slightly. 

“Where is this coming from?” Kieth asked hesitantly.

Lance slowly turned his head towards Kieth, he took a moment until he realized who it was.  Lance took a shaky breath an closed his eyes “Back at the Garrison I was always compared to you. You were always better. I could never please anyone.” 

Lance started to sit up feeling his head start to clear, he looked around at everyone. “That’s why I don’t know why I was chosen to even be a part of Voltron. I’ve never been able to do anything right or be at the top of anything. Just ask my parents.”

“Stop!” Kieth screamed, his fist shaking. 

Lance looked at his and narrowed his eyes “You didn’t even remember me.” 

Kieth started at him, and looked at Shiro for support but Shiro adverted his eyes knowing that this wasn’t his battle. 

Lance started to stand and Hunk rushed forward to help him. Pidge started o apologize once more but lance silenced them 

“Lets just forget that all of this happened and go get the lions.” Lance reached down and picked up his bayard and shook the rest of confusion out of his head. Hopefully they will forget everything I said. 

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After the mission nobody brought up what he said, and Lance was grateful. Nobody would question him on that matter, and he would simply remain under Kieth's shadow, just like back at the Garrsion. Just like home. 

I am very sorry that this took me so long to post, I’ve been swamped with work. 

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