asks if he can curse

AU Where Hanzo is a dragon shifter, a human who can turn into a dragon. His species are due to being able to shift from Human to Dragons who where smarter and stronger than normal dragons were hunted for sport.

Hanging a (lets call them Wyvrenthrope) Wyvrenthrope’s head is a mark of royalty and power So the kingdoms of the world hunted his species to nigh extinction When Hanzo was a smol babe with his kin in a den, knights came and slaughter his kin and shit but he managed to escape with Genji.

Hanzo, even though he was young, was aware of his kind and what they are and the power the posses but he believes that humans are monsters and nothing but scum for what they done to his species So Hanzo tells Genji that they must live as “Stupid Dragons” Playing dumb if you will Years pass and they succeed in living, playing dumb animals until Genji decides he wants to live as a human, in the beautiful Human world. They have a fight and Genji leaves and Hanzo never sees him again 

Anyway years pass Enter McCree, a dragon tamer He is reknowned for his dragon taming abilities and has been able to tame every single dragon he has been tasked with That is until the Royal knights get complaints of a dragon terrorizing a farm out in the borders of the kingdom Hanzo has been stealing cattle from a farm to eat. Thus the guards venture out and subdue the dragon with magic and shit whilst Hanzo is asleep, anyway they have Mercy use some witchy sleep spell that fucks him up and he gets taken back to the kingdom Here they chain him up in a barn and dragon tamers try to tame him But he kills them all.

Weeks past Not a single soul has been able to even approach him without getting burnt to death So Gabriel Reyes (high ranking person) orders it to be put down IF Jesse McCree cant tame it Anyway enter McCree approaching Hanzo with a shield or fire proof serape or something and being submissive and all that jazz. Hanzo tries to kill him but Jesse dodges and he looks into the dragons eyes and he just /knows/ He knows this dragon is smart, perceptive. He knows that the dragon thinks him of a threat so each day he visits the dragon and sits outside of the door talking to the dragon Building up a familiarity, Hanzo, Deprived of any sort of relationships HATES the fact that he is finding solace in the storys and time the repulsive human tells him. 

 Anyway McCree is finally able to enter the barn without getting killed by Hanzo. So the other people think hes tamed now but NOPE they enter and they get burnt to a CRISP Then McCree realizes that hes special and the dragon somewhat trusts him. Anyway McCree gives him a few dead chickens for lunch one day and to his utter shock he watches as Hanzo plucks the chickens clean of their feathers and /cook/ them Then McCree realizes this Dragon is fucking smart and is knowledgeable. Hes not a fucking dragon and he starts to speak to it and asks if he can understand him and Hanzo doesn’t answer. Hanzo CURSES himself for doing something so out of the ordinary for a “Mindless Dragon”

Anyway Reyes comes along to check on things after a few weeks and he puts Hanzo INSTANTLY on edge and Hanzo rears at him. Reyes, instantly taking dislike to this dragon who doesn’t submit to his gaze then says it simply “McCree you have exactly one week to tame this dragon, otherwise its will be killed and its hide will be used to make me a new jacket” Then Hanzo understands that to live hes going to have to suck it up and play it safe until he has a chance to escape.

 Now McCree with tries his best to be gentle with the dragon as he tries to convey his need for him to cooperate with him otherwise he will die. Since McCree doesn’t want the most beautiful and intelligent dragon he has ever seen to be killed. then Hanzo nods to him and puts his head down submissively and McCree reaches out and places his hand on his head, albeit it while terrified. 

Now Hanzo starts cooperating with McCree and McCree grow close, Hanzo realizes “This human is special, hes loving and genuinely cares for me”

 Hanzo communicates McCree by writing in the dirt or some shit and they just like become inseparable And McCree is so proud of his SUPER INTELLIGENT DRAGON THAT CAN FUCKING TALK TO HIM.

duh duh duh They pass the training and Hanzo is made his dragon few months later after being inseparable they go on a mission and all hell breaks lose shit happens. They go down and fall into a trench or canyon that keeps them hidden in the forest. Hours pass and McCree wakes up from being unconscious to find a semi conscious, hurt human where his dragon should be .McCree then instantly grabs the human by the throat and picks him and and starts chocking him thinking that Hanzo is one of the enemies that /took HIS dragon/ then he sees, idk a ribbon around Hanzos neck that he wrapped around Hanzos neck when he was a dragon as a gift for him to look extra beautiful when they passed training. Then he realizes ”My dragon is a shifter"

Keep in mind, Hanzo is low-key aggressive to every single person who isn’t McCree. He still hates Humans, just not his cute one. Gotta keep up consistency, Hanzo isn’t just gonna forget what it was like watching his kin get slaughtered for sport.


When bae calls out all the fake Jwalkerz 😋 So satisfying. I HATE when ppl do that. Do they really think that’s ok to continuously ask? Rude af

Leather, Scotch, and Gunpowder

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader
Word count: 4,558
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (female). Probably OOC Ketch.  Cussing.
Request: ( Anonymous )
hey girl, i asked for the soulmate ketch one. could you do like ketch doesnt believe in soulmates. reader is in love with ketch before found out soulmates. both find out soulmates & ketch rejects her cuz afraid. but reader thinks cuz doesnt want her, so changes attitude towards him completely. cold, distant & flirts with everyone sees to get her mind of ketch. goes to club looking for guy to take her home, last straw for ketch loses all self control cuz of jealousy

Thank you @lucis-unicorn for idea bouncing and reading !

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anonymous asked:

Howdy!~ How about UT & UF Sans & US & SF Pap in a car and they're in the back while somebody else is driving and the crush falls asleep on their shoulder and then the car takes a sharp turn and the crush just falls into said skelly's lap. Instead of waking up, the crush just curld up into the lap and smile and say the skele's name? In a sweet, "I trust you" way. Sorry if its long!! Thanks in advance♡

Asked by @hoot-eggs before I moved the blog

Sorry that these aren’t exactly like the request, but I can only write one scenario so many times without changing it up a bit. I tried to keep the general theme the same though.

US!Papyrus: The most annoying thing about car rides were the fact that he couldn’t smoke. Being forced to spend hours in a metal contraption traveling at over 60/mph was bad enough, not being able to calm his nerves while doing it was straight up hell. And since Blue didn’t support his smoking habit, he refused to pull over. In fact the only time Papyrus had gotten a chance to smoke a cigarette had been when you needed them to pull over at a gas station so you could use the bathroom. After that he had jokingly said that if Blue could pull over to let you pee, he should give him a smoke break too.

Neither of you had been very amused, to say the least, and he should be thankful for the small break he had been given. But that had been hours ago, and he could feel his hand subconsciously shift towards his pocket, itching to light another cigarette. He resisted the urge and resigned to let his leg tap an annoying rhythm against the floor, the sound of the engine drowned the tapping anyway. Leaning forward a bit, he tried to listen to Sans’ and Alphys’ conversation in the front seat, but he quickly grew bored and turned his focus to you. You weren’t asleep, despite looking like it. He could tell the differences, in your breathing and in the way your face twitched when a loose thread tickled your cheek. He’d spent hours staring at you throughout your friendship, silently admiring you when you weren’t paying attention. And he refused to feel weird about it. He liked looking at you, and you weren’t bothered by it, so why should he stop? You shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable position with you head against the window. After watching you squirm around for a while, unable to find a way to lean your head just right, he reached an arm out and hooked it on your waist.

Your eyes shot open and looked up as he quietly pulled you against him. Your gaze was dimmed and your eyes hazy, you looked like you were minutes from falling asleep. You made an attempt to speak, but only quiet mumbles could be heard. He hushed you and placed your head on his shoulder, still holding his arm around your waist. You seemed content with this, and closed your eyes as you snuggled into him. A minute passed, and your breaths turned deeper and found a steady rhythm. He loved that sound. It was calming. And if it weren’t for the fact that his mind was occupied with his want for a cigarette, he would’ve probably fallen asleep right then and there, with you in his arms.

He felt content with the situation too, though. And he’d gladly take this over a boring car ride of trying to sleep in the backseat. He’s zoning out while looking out the window, thinking back on his life, from living in the underground to meeting you and then to late nights together at New Muffet’s.

He’s in the middle of reenacting a pun battle he had with the king once, when the car turns sharply and his skull is smacked into the window. Sitting up and rubbing his head to get rid of the pain, he’s sure that he must have gotten his sense knocked out of him, because he could’ve sworn that he heard Blue curse. Before he can ask what happened, Alphys turns around in her seat to ask if he’s alright, and tells them that a car almost pushed them off the road.

Holy fuck, he didn’t expect that. And for some reason he feels almost guilty for zoning out, like it was his fault because he didn’t notice the other car before Blue did. He shakes off the guilt, at least everybody is safe. And nothing happened, nothing’s out of the ordinary.

Except you’re laying down on his lap, which you definitely weren’t before. And holy hell, somehow you’re still asleep. Clutching his hoodie like a life line, face scrunched up in sleepy confusion over what happened. The sudden turn of the car must have shaken you, and maybe triggered a nightmare of sorts. Because your face turns from confusion to fright and you’re almost whimpering, your fists tightening around the fabric of his shirt, and your eyes pressing together.

He doesn’t know what to do, he wants to wake you but that would only scare you further. Moving carefully, he slowly pets down on your head, flattening your hair down and moving his hand in soothing motions. He hushes you quietly, hoping you can hear it over the car engine and your own nightmare. You flinch when his hand makes contact with you, but slowly your whimpering stops and you’re not moving around as much. After a few more seconds of petting you’re breathing normally, face relaxed as you start to calm down. When he decides that you’re no longer having a nightmare he tries to pull his hand away, but yours shoot up to keep it close to you. Your eyes doesn’t open as you quietly breathe out his name, more asleep than awake and still oh so adorable.

‘’I’m here, kiddo.’’ is all he says as he continues to rub your scalp, dragging his hand down to your shoulders every now and then. Your face is once again pressed against his hoodie, and he swears that he hears you inhale deeply into the fabric.

‘’I’m here,’’- he repeats, still rubbing your hair,- ‘’I’ll stay here, hun.’’

But you don’t hear that last part. And as he leans his head back and look out the window, he’s not sure if that makes him relieved or disappointed 

SF!Papyrus: The worst thing about long car rides, were the fact that despite his impressive height, Papyrus was always assigned to sit in the backseat. And while sharing the backseat with you meant one good thing, he couldn’t help but envy his shorter brother and the royal scientist as they sat in the front seat. Both quite a lot shorter than him.

And after hours of sitting hunched over, he could feel his spine grow stiffer. He’d do anything to stretch right now, and feel his joints pop. He absentmindedly popped his fingers as a form of substitute. And averted his gaze from the spacious front seat, he turned it to look out the window. Only three more hours to go. Amazing, he thought.

To lighten his mood, he turned around again to look at you. And he watched you look out your window. The afternoon light made your features look sharper, but it also painted you in a soft, warm glow. Angelic, almost. But it didn’t suit the picture of an angel the underground held. Their view of a savior had been tainted with their violence, their fight to survive. It had been a crueler being they’d imagined back then. He still felt like you were a savior, though. If only to him, although he couldn’t tell you that.

You seemed to notice him stare at you. But when you turned your body, he kept his eyes on you. There wasn’t a lot else to look at, so he figured he could get away with it this time. And when your eyes met his, you smiled and leaned back in your seat. Keeping your gaze leveled, you smiled at him softly, looking even prettier than before. Until your face scrunched up and you yawned loudly, involuntarily bringing your hands up to your face and covering your mouth. The sudden yawn made him laugh, even when you sent him a dirty look, still covering your face as you tried to regain your composure. You really were too adorable.

‘’You should sleep, hun,-’’ he said. Voice quiet but still loud enough to reach you over the engine. ‘’We still have a few hours left, no point in making it longer by bein’ stubborn.’’

Another yawn escaped you, and it apparently convinced you to follow his suggestion. But instead of leaning your head on the window next to you, you put your legs on the seat and your head on his shoulder, wiggling around until you found a comfortable position, using the fluff on his hoodie as a makeshift pillow and smiling at your own handywork. He scoffed at you, but still pulled his arm out from where it had been stuck under your body, letting it rest across your stomach and holding you in place. A minute or two later, he felt his hand rise and fall as you’re breathing turned into a steadier pace. And he leaned his head back to get some rest, letting the rhythmic motion and humming of the engine lull him to sleep.

He woke up by yelling, and then felt his seatbelt tug on his ribcage as his body jerked forward. His arm reached out quickly, holding you back and safe before his eyes were fully opened. Sans was still screaming in the front seat, accompanied by violent gestures and quite a few death threats and profanities. Whatever happened, it must have jarred him. Listening to the chaos in the front seat he managed to gather that someone tried to push Sans out of the lane, aware of what they had been doing. And he felt a quiet rage that they had endangered your life in the process. Just because they didn’t like monsters didn’t mean they had to harm you too.

But you, amazing and weird thing that you was, didn’t even seem phased. Instead you were laying across his lap, face on your arms and body pressing against him. He felt his breath hitch a little, letting you sleep on his shoulder had been one thing. But this was almost too much, and his soul both ached and fluttered at having you oh so close.

He willed his hand not to shake as he carefully touched a scrape on your arm, probably from his jacket as you fell. It wasn’t deep, not even bleeding. But he hated that you’d gotten it anyway, especially as he’d been asleep and unable to hold you up when the car turned.

But when his hand made contact with your skin you squirmed around in his lap, pulling his hand closer and in your sleep, held it under your chin like you would a teddy bear. You murmured a few words, and he caught his name in the middle of them. And if he thought his soul had felt light before, it was practically soaring now.

He let you keep his hand there, and gently traced your face with his other. Until it ended up tangled in your head, massaging your scalp.

You obviously trusted him, otherwise you wouldn’t sleep with your head in his lap. You wouldn’t murmur his name like that. He played with the idea that maybe you liked him the way he found himself liking you. Maybe he could turn what you had into something more.

It was a nice thought. He held on to it for the rest of the ride.

anonymous asked:

Hey Syd, I was at the garage last night and (still can't believe it) had a long and nice chat with Robin before he show started. Can't explain how nice and friendly he is. We asked if he liked the album and he said "it's incredible, we're so proud" then I said that I'm German and asked if H was in Germany once and he said that H has cousins living there. Then I asked if he can speak German and Robin said that he can curse in German and it would drive him and Anne insane when he was younger lol

Oh my goodness this made me smile so big omg 😍😍😍 I hope you had so much fun!

Theory Time [!SPOILERS AHEAD!]

Tessa and Jem

Since we don’t know what those two are up two (wow no surprise there tbh) I thought what one of the things they are doing might be …

Since it was obviously NOT looking for Malcolm or the Black Volume [or maybe it was don’t know]
They might be looking into breaking the parabatai curse or bond between Emma and Julian.

I just can’t consider the idea of them being COMPLETLY OBLIVIOUS to the fact that those two love each other, because SIMON has laready noticed something off (though he doesn’t know himself what exaclty as Cassie has answered to one of her asks), CLARY also sort of knows it and just kinda knows that it also can’t be because UUUH THE DAMN LAW AND WHAT NO, and to top things, KIT FREAKING HERONDALE has noticed the way Emma looks at Julian and he is someone who has lived with them for 2-3 weeks, not even a freaking month and the boy just sees those things and I cannot accept the fact that their OWN ANCESTORS AND FAMILY wouldn’t notice that shit.Plus they should have noticed the red flags during their ceremony and the fact that Emma asked Jem about the curse and THAT HE ACTUALLY TOLD HER which I can only take as a warning, because he told her he wasn’t supposed to share things like that to other Shadowhunters. Maybe he was giving her a head start and was hoping this will slow things down, you never know what Jem and Tessa are up to …Not to mention they should have found it odd, when Emma mentioned Malcolm as the one who told her about the curse, this should be enough for them to know that Malcolm knew something in order to tell something like that to Emma in his last moments .. or the first time of his last moments … Tell what you think about Jem and Tessa’s adventures in secrecy

nutsandlightningbolts  asked:

"Um... oh geez why am I doing this? Uh... in the shower? I mean... doing... it... in the shower..." He tries to use various hand and arm motions to convey 'doing it' but it hardly looks like what he's actually trying to describe.


au where keith is an exchange student staying with hunk’s family. he’s sorta questioning his decision to study abroad when he meets hunk. hunk had been staying with his grandparents, mostly so that keith wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed the first days. he introduces himself and sits next to keith, offering him some cookies his grandma had made for them and turning his attention to the tv in front of them. they don’t really talk much that first day, and keith is really glad for that, happy to just have some company.

after that they walk to school and have lunch together all the time. keith wonders if hunk spends time with him out of obligation, but hunk just smiles at him and says he really likes being with him. they go out every weekend, hunk shows him all his favorite places in town, keith just listening to hunk talk endlessly about all the things he loves.

he starts falling for him and gets jealous whenever hunk’s in his room studying with lance (who’s really loud and has asked keith if he can teach him how to curse in korean like 3 times already and what does hunk see in him anyway). and poor pidge (who’s in his biology class and was the only one without a partner as she had just skipped a grade) has to deal with all this nonsense

(hunk eventually asks him out, and there’s a lot of sad bc keith might have to go back to korea but he gets a scholarship to go to the same uni hunk’s going and everything’s just fine)

Make It Happen

Originally posted by jeonthegreat

» taehyung x reader
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» could you please write a bad boy!taehyung scenario  []
» high school au

He always had his leather jackets on, slightly bruised knuckles being the only things that knocked on your door, but when he started moving those beautiful lips of his, it was like a little piece of heaven had walked up to your door every day.

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BTS reaction: hearing you yell in another language over the phone, and finding out it was mainly curse words

Thank you for requesting! xx

Jin/Kim Seokjin:

He would probably be quite horrified by you using so many curse words. And insults as well, for that matter. But then he would decide that you probably had a good reason to do so. And then he’ll wonder what could possibly make you that angry.

Originally posted by jinful

Suga/Min Yoongi:

He would definitely wonder what the hell could make you use that kind of language. But he wouldn’t ask you, unless it happened again. But, not gonna lie, he’d probably find it quite hot to hear you curse. Even though he doesn’t want it to become too common of an occurrence.

Originally posted by vminv

J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:

Nuh-uh. No swearing in his house. Doesn’t matter what language it is. Like, it wouldn’t have mattered if it had been like one or two curse words. But basically spewing them? He’s not having it. You would need a very good reason if you want to avoid scolding.

Originally posted by akookiepls

Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:

He will probably ask you what the call was about, since you lost your temper like that. Maybe he could help solve it? Unless your insults had done that, of course. And, he’d probably try to remember the curse words to use in case Hobi and Jin were nearby.

Originally posted by eatjin

Jimin/Park Jimin:

Your cursing in itself won’t really disturb him. What does, is that he doesn’t know what made you that angry. But he doesn’t want to ask you about it directly. So, unless you told him by your own free will, he’ll probably try to ask you in a more indirect way. He wants to know if he can help out. And also, he kinda wants to know what he shouldn’t do if he wants to avoid getting cursed at himself.

Originally posted by petiteyoongi

V/Kim Taehyung:

He would probably stare at you with his mouth hanging open the next time he sees you after finding out. Like, it doesn’t bother him that much. It’s just the fact that he’s never seen you like that, so it’ll take him by surprise.

“Jagi! When did you learn all those words????”

Originally posted by yoongichii

Jungkook/Jeon Jeongguk:

He would be kinda worried about what the call was about, just in case there’s something he can do or, like Jimin, at least to know what he shouldn’t do so he won’t have to face your wrath. Other than that, he’ll find it kinda cool. If he feels like it, he might ask if you could teach him some curse words he can use without Jin and Hobi whooping his ass.

Originally posted by sehuns-bubblebum


“Why are they doomed?”
I intake a breath as I say, “He can’t touch her.”
Garrison’s chair goes still.
“Whatever or whoever he touches decays to dust.” He also wears only black, but I don’t mention this either.
Garrison blinks a few times, processing Wither’s superpower. I think he mutters something about being cursed and then he asks, “What about Elixir?”
“He can heal people. He’s an Omega-level, so his powers are even extraordinary among mutants.” I pause. “He’s also mean.”
Garrison begins to smile. “I already hate him if you think he’s mean.”

Down The Memory Lane


Part 1

Genre: Fluff/Angst
Warning: Contains mature content.
Word count: 10,431

Originally posted by jengkook

June, 2014

Your mind was debating, putting up arguments in favour and against of why you should talk to him and why you shouldn’t.

You had been sitting on your bed since the last two hours, your blank stare switching between the wall in front of you and the message you’d received. What could he possibly have to talk about after all those months? You couldn’t deny that you’d always wanted him to regret what he did, or to come up with an apology. But you’d lost hope after some months, when you felt that he’s never coming back, and that you need to get him completely out of your mind.

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anonymous asked:

Ribbon thank you so much for writing my AU! I was totally thinking Time Dragon when I sent the question in! Here is another to try: "I'm your barista, and when you ordered you looked pretty sad. Now I'm sitting beside you on my break. I know you'll be okay" AU. Again any ship!

Oh your welcome, doll! I actually really enjoy these prompts so lets do some Gency, shall we?

  • It’s an odd job, but Angela handles it very well. Its enough to help her through med school for the time being, and that’s all that matters. Saturday nights are usually rowdy and much too loud for her liking, but a man walks in, and the first thing she sees is his green hair.
  • He orders his drink, and she remembers his name as he takes it and finds a booth all to his own. The expression on his face is tight, tense. He’ll look at his phone just to drop on the table with a thud and take a sip of his drink while keeping his gaze downwards. His shoulders slumped.
  • The negative emotions are all to obvious to Angela, and when her break finally comes, she walks right over to his booth and slides into the seat across from him. He nearly spills her drink when she does this, but she offers him a kind smile.
  • “I don’t mean to intrude, but you’re looking pretty sad right now. Life is pretty hard, but I know you’ll be okay.” 
  • She says that, and proceeds to get up but is quickly stopped by him saying her name and asking her to stay. She forgets her name tag on her shirt and asks how Genji knows her name. He points at it and she blushes with the realization, but in turn, Genji asks how she know his name. Now he’s the one blushing when she tells him she wrote his name on his drink.
  • They end up talking for the entirety of her break, Genji softly speaking about troubles with his family and whatnot. Angela tells him that his family loves him, no matter his flaws, and Genji doesn’t look so sure but her smile is really reassuring. He asks about her and her family, but his heart breaks when she tells him they were killed in a car accident when she was very young.
  • Just as her manager is yelling at her to get back to work, Genji stumbles over a pick up line to try and get her number. She leaves with a quick goodbye before he can ask and Genji is cursing himself for not getting it before he notices the napkin left on her side of the table. 
  • Taking it, he finds her number written in black ink, and looks up to find Angela smiling at him from across the counter. 


Bayonetta + Culture: Odette

“These skates hold the soul of the Demon Witch Odette, who traded her soul for eternal youth, transforming into a swan. Residing in the frozen Hell of Cocytus, legend has it that Odette made a pact with the stubborn Demon Queen Odile, allowing her to fall to her preferred circle of Hell. Odette, said to have prided herself on her ice magic abilities, lends these skates the terrifying ability to summon the cold.”

The Odette.

An odd yet unique weapon that you can only put on your feet.

A pair of blue ice skates with some teal in there that is used to spin around, dance, fight and freeze all the angels of Paradiso. If you do freeze an enemy, you are able to throw the frozen guardian of light in any direction you want in order to inflict more damage.

The Odette is loved by a lot of players of Bayonetta. Not only does it make Bayonetta immune to fire on the ground, her overall speed is increased dramatically, during normal movement and during battle.

Oddly, these weapons seems to be paired with the whip, Kulshedra. I’m not sure why…

I’m also not sure what a Cocytus is… what is that?

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anonymous asked:

Neighbour who’s way too enthuisiastic about LOTR soundtracks au - Klaroline (I love nerd!Klaus so, so much).

                It’s not that Caroline lives in a crappy apartment with too thin walls… it’s just that…

                Well, okay, yeah.  Caroline does live in a crappy apartment with too thin walls.

                In the past eighteen months, she’s had three different neighbors.  There was screams-in-her-sleep that drove Caroline to keeping the gun her mother had given her when she moved to New York in her bedside table.  There was oh-my-god-how-many-different-women-can-this-guy-sleep-with who, well… Caroline figures that name is pretty self-explanatory.  Then there was girl-who-slept-with-brothers.  How, you might ask, did Caroline know they were brothers?  Because the walls were too damn thin, so she heard her neighbor telling “Damon” and “Stefan” about how she loved them both, but loved their brother as well.  It was almost better than the daytime soaps Caroline used to watch with her grandmother.

                After brother-banger moved out, there was a two month period in which the apartment remained empty.  Until last week.  And really, Caroline doesn’t have any major complaints with this new neighbor.  It’s just…

                Look, no one should listen to the complete Lord of the Rings music collection that loud and that often.

                And yes, Caroline knows it’s the LotR soundtrack.  Because she loves those movies… well, she loves Orland Bloom’s face, which means she loves those movies and has seen it enough times to know the god damn soundtrack.

                She wouldn’t care.  It’s not like she can’t turn the Bachelor up loud enough to drown out the crescendos of the song.  But it’s one am, and LotR-nerd is still playing that damn thing at max volume.  Caroline has to be up for classes and a meeting with her thesis advisor in the morning.  She doesn’t need this shit.

                She gets out of bed and pulls on her robe, shoves her feet into her kitten slippers, and stalks out of the apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.  Maybe this will give her neighbor the heads up he needs to turn his damn music off.

                It doesn’t, and when she pounds on the door with an angry fist, it’s to a background soundtrack of the Battle of Gondor, or some shit like that.  Caroline knows the soundtrack, she doesn’t know the freaking names.

                She’s about ready to start shrieking for the neighbor to open up, when her banging finally seems to reach the apartment’s inhabitant and the music shuts off.  Seconds later, the door opens and… holy flying batman.

LotR-nerd neighbor is hot.  He’s also shirtless, and Caroline finds her eyes drawn to his chest and abs.  He has the lean build of a swimmer, and it takes her a moment to realize that her blatant ogling has made him blush.

                “Uh… can I help you?” he asks, and Caroline nearly curses.  He has an accent.  She loves accents.

                “Er – you’re music,” Caroline replies after an almost awkward silence in which she collected her bearings enough to remember why she was there. 

                LotR-nerd reveals he has another one of Caroline’s weakness then – dimples.  He smiles, and it lights up his blue eyes, shows off his dimples, and all of that added to his curly blonde hair makes him seem somewhat boyish.

                You know, if boys were hot and built like swimmers.

                “What about it?” he asks with a raised brow.  She doesn’t miss the way his eyes dart down to the low cut neckline of her tank top, or the way he’s looking at her as though he thinks his music is just an excuse for her standing there.  Some of her previous hostility returns, and she puts a hand on her hip, jutting it angrily.

                “It’s one in the morning, the walls are thing, and you’re blasting that crap like you’re at some sort of Lord of the Rings night club,” she informs him, her voice heavily laden with snark.  “I have classes tomorrow.”

                “Oh?” LotR-nerd replies, and some anger lights his blue eyes.  “Well, I have a very important biochem mid-term tomorrow and I study better with music playing.  I’m sorry if that interferes with your ability to concentrate on Sociology of Pop Culture tomorrow morning.”

                She bares her teeth at his condescension, because what the fuck?  That isn’t even a real course, and even if it were, it wouldn’t be any less important than Biochem.  And he’s looking at her like she’s just another blonde bimbo, which has her finger drilling into his chest.

                “Actually, it’s my Sociology of Cults course, thank-you very much.  And what’s wrong with being a Sociology major?  I’ll have you know that Sociology majors who specialize in criminology are far more employable than Biochem majors – I know because I did my research – and we’re far more likely to have a higher pay grade in five years.  So go screw yourself, but make sure you do it with the music lower.  Some of us need to sleep.”

                With that, she whirls away, being sure that her hair hits his face as she does so, and stalks toward her apartment.  It’s a wonderful exit, and she’s smirking to herself when she turns her doorknob.

                Only to find her apartment is locked.

                “Fuck,” she mutters.

                “Problems?” LotR-nerd asks, and she spins around, to see him leaning against his door frame smirking at her. 

                “This is your fault,” she informs him.

                “Oh?” he replies, raising a brow.  “How so?”

                “I wouldn’t be here if your music wasn’t so damn loud! And really, Lord of the Rings?  That’s what you choose to study to?”

                “Should it be Taylor Swift instead?” he drawls back, and Caroline gives him a faux-sweet smile.

                “Please, Taylor Swift is for getting rid of the memories of ex-boyfriends.  I study to Brad Paisley.”

                Okay, so she’s a country music lover.  So sue her.  Brad Paisley can check her for ticks any time he wants. 

                LotR-nerd sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

                “I’m Klaus,” he says at last, and Caroline nearly snorts, because she’s pretty sure that’s supposed to be some sort of apology, and it’s total crap.

                “It’s I’m sorry,” she informs him, and he raises a brow in question.  “The statement you’re looking for.  It’s not your name, it’s I’m sorry, and it’s called an apology.  You owe me one.”

                “I hardly told you to barge over here-”

                “You played your music too loud, and then when I came to ask you to turn it off, you first assumed I was coming over for a booty call – don’t deny it, I saw how you looked at me – and then assumed I was an idiot whose only iota of knowledge involved Katy Perry and last week’s Bachelor.”

                “So you’re saying that you have no knowledge of either of those things then?” Klaus demands, rather rudely, and Caroline bares her teeth at him.

                “Roar is an anthem and the rose should totally go to Kerri.  I could also tell you the history of the Boston Strangler and the most likely psychological profile for Jack the Ripper.  Do you even know who the Boston Strangler is?” – when Klaus remained silent and staring at her, Caroline smirked – “I didn’t think so.  I can also list the aromatic compounds that you’ll have to have memorized for biochem.   I’m not an idiot, I just like my tv to be dumb and reality.  Now, are you going to let me in so I can borrow your cellphone, or do I have to sit out here until Jo shows up tomorrow and can let me in?”

                Klaus eyed her for a moment, his expression almost petulant, but she saw something in his eyes that looked almost impressed.  He stepped back, giving her room to enter his apartment.

                “Thank-you she told him.”

                “You’re welcome,” he replied.  Then – “how did you know it was Lord of the Rings?”

                “I have a thing for Orlando Bloom,” she replied, her glare daring him to comment on it.  He looks for a moment as though he will, but then he shakes his head and hands her his cell.  She accepts it, but he doesn’t let go immediately.  He appears to be having some sort of internal battle with himself.  After a moment, he releases the cell with rolled eyes.

                “I’m sorry,” is all he says, and she stares at his back as he moves away.

                “Wow,” she says after a moment.  “I don’t think you even choked on that.”

                Klaus doesn’t say anything, but she swears he chuckles as he returns to his textbook.  Caroline makes the call to Jo, then returns the cell to Klaus with a thanks. 

                He watches her leave, and when the door closes behind her, he looks down at his cell.  A new contact is highlighted, and feels a surprised jolt when he sees it.

                Her name is Caroline, and she’s given him her number.

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Daddy!Dean continuation with angel-meets-hunter


Dean stared after his daughter, hurt and guilt in his eyes, as he listened to Sam’s words. He felt truly terrible. But….the hunt had gotten complicated. If he and Cas had come back any earlier, trouble would’ve followed. Trouble they couldn’t risk their daughter getting involved in. After a moment, he silently followed Peyton. When he got to her room, he knocked on the door lightly. “P-Peyton?” He asked. He was mentally cursing the slight waver in his voice. “Can I come in? Baby, I can explain everything…” He said. However much he explained now, though, he knew he could never make up for the eleven years of her life that he missed. All of the kiddie drawings, teaching her to ride a bike, helping her read….gone forever, no way to get them back. 

“I’ve got something for ya….” Dean added very quietly, after a moment of silence.

Polite Battery

“Excuse me.”

The softly spoken word was said with the faintest hint of a British accent, highlighting the oddity of the situation. It was just so freaking polite.

The assembled Avengers all turned to look at the speaker and blinks were repeated.

Tony was the first to break the silence.

“Kid,” he said. “What the fu-damn hell are you doing here?”

Green eyes stared at them all blankly.

“I beg your pardon,” the soft looking kid said. “But I was sent by the Director to speak with you, Captain America.”

They glanced at the war hero, who shook his blonde head emphatically. “No, I don’t know you, son. But aside from that, we’re in the middle of an invasion from aliens.” Steve’s face twisted at the phrase. It sounded absurd to say it and even stranger to hear it.

The green-eyed teenager looked around at the screaming horde.

“Oh, so that’s what they are,” he mused. “Let me help. The Minister sent me to further diplomatic relations. I think he will agree that this is so. Before that though…”

And within two heartbeats, the stranger vanished into nothingness, though Clint could still see the distortions left behind.

“What – “ Clint started to say, before jets of red light originating from where the kid was standing started to take down aliens.

It seemed that was that. Steve shook his head and started to arrange them at strategic points in order to keep the chaos at just one point and at the same time, maximizing their potential.

More than one person jumped though when his British voice came out of nowhere.

“I will go around and see what needs help the most,” the stranger said.

“That’s starting to piss me off,” Natasha growled under her breath.

“You and me both, sweetheart,” Stark remarked.

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