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Little Black Dress (Seth Rollins) One Shot

Originally posted by memeyoongss

Characters: Seth Rollins X Reader

Prompt Request: Request by @thenameskaelyn

172: “The food looks great but..there’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now”
185: “Open up”
187: “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

Warnings: This one shot has a bit of everything. Fluff, humor, relationship banter, and of course smut. Enjoy! :)

Word Count: 6.5k

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 11.)


Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Negan and Simon show the Reader around the Sanctuary and decide to give her a position in the community.
Word Count: 5,779
Warning: SMUT!!! (definitely wasn’t going to add it in this chapter, but the Reader deserved it ;-) )
Author’s Note: I haven’t read through this to correct any mistakes, but I will do that later! So, here’s a warning just in case there are errors. Ahhh. Can you guys feel it? The awaited threesome will soon happen. It’s going to be worth the wait and I am so glad that everyone who has read this story is liking it so far! Like I said previously, I have many plans and directions that I am wanting to take for this particular story, so I hope you all stay tuned! :)

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The following morning, you were woken by the sound of quiet knocks coming from your door. You hadn’t realized that you overslept – in fact, it had been such a long time since you were able to sleep that comfortably.

Climbing out of the small bed, you slowly walked to the door and opened it quietly. You noticed Negan and Simon standing on the other side, each with a big grin on their lips.

“Well, good fucking morning, doll.” Negan smirked, stepping inside and allowing his eyes to rake over your features. You were still sporting the flannel and panties and nothing else.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to oversleep,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and shutting the door once Simon stepped inside. You raised your arms above your head to stretch out your tense muscles, the flannel lifting above your legs to reveal your black cotton panties.

Negan and Simon looked down, clearing their throats.

“That’s okay. Negan and I cleared our schedule for today to show you around and talk about your role here in the Sanctuary. We figured you’d need some rest.” Simon said, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Do we at least get a good morning kiss?” Negan smiled.

“Are you kidding me? Not at all,” you teased. “Though, let me take a quick shower and then we can get a start on this personal tour.”

Simon arched a brow, “You need some help?”

You looked over your shoulder as you began walking to the connected bathroom. “Nope. I’m flexible. You remember, right?”

Negan growled, “You’re such a fucking tease.”

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Ripples - Part 5: A

A Night to Remember 

Synopsis: What happens when you wake up married to Steve Rogers in a Las Vegas hotel suite? Especially when you have feelings for his best friend and his best friend has feelings for you? Only time can tell.

Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

Warnings: Flirting, Angst

Series Tag List: @captainxamerica, @just—love, @senpaiace, @glittercoveredsouls, @findacauseandserveit, @devil-may-cry-11-blog, @agentbarnescarter, @mannatgalhotra @harrisbn @sapphire1727 @ishipmybed @nessy-bearxb @calaofnoldor @cautionconed @badassbaker @mannatgalhotra


A/N: Alright everyone - brace yourself! This is a doozy of a chapter that it literally had to be broken in two parts within a part (I know, I know). Things are coming together and to celebrate Sebastian’s birthday it’s all three characters POV in one part.

You’ll get the first part now (midnight where I’m at) and the second part later (hopefully before GoT my time ha ha) It switches from all of their perspectives and I’m sorry for any confusion that might bring but it was the most authentic way I was able to tie in the events of that night. Enjoy!

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One Week Ago

Steve POV

Sharons words stung in the back of my brain as I sat in my room, the crisp black tuxedo hugging my frame. I was hunched over, my head in my hands as I tried to replay our last moments together.

“I think you need to figure out what you want Steve.” Sharon sighed, stuffing her clothes into her suitcase. Steve watched her from his spot against the dresser.

“I know what I want Sharon. And I want you.”

She gives a sad smile, stopping with her task before walking toward me and grabbing my hands.

“Steve, sometimes you think you want something but it’s really just a distraction from what you really want. And that’s ok,” the tears are falling down her face “Maybe you do this and we can give each other a chance. But until then, this….us… it needs to end.”

“Why are you doing this?” the hurt in my voice was evident, but she she only pull away,  shaking her head.

“Because I can’t keep living a lie and telling myself you love me.”

That had been a week ago. I still hadn’t known what she meant. I loved her. I loved her so much that the idea of living without her had me comatose. I was on probation from missions until I passed a psychological exam upon Tony and Bruce’s bidding. Even Bucky and Sam didn’t know what to do with me so they left me alone, giving me the space they thought I needed.

All I wanted was Sharon.

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On the twelfth day of #PAIN fic...

A/N: *distant team gtnw screaming* Oh, it’s no big deal, everything’s fine we’re calm we’re cHILL. 

TODAY IS THE DAY. THE LAST DAY OF 12 DAYS. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? Honestly, thank you so much to every single one of you that has made this such a fun, albeit #painful, ride. We genuinely can’t tell you how much we appreciate your indulgence in our love for this universe and your super kind words about each and every thing we post like WOW WE DON’T DESERVE YOU.

And guess what?! Your patience is about to pay off because PART THREE IS COMING AT YA TOMORROW, Y’ALL. GET YOURSELVES READY (you’re not ready) BECAUSE HERE WE GO.

So… it is with great excitement (and a few tears) that we present DAY TWELVE.

Word Count: 2,175

“Seniors! Seniors! Seniors! Seniors!”

Everyone was shouting in the hallway after being released from the gym post-student assembly, and you and Lin were desperately trying to escape the crowd, holding onto each other as both of you scaled the very edge of the hallways.

“This way,” he pointed towards a less populated route and you trailed right behind him, fingers still laced with his.

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Forbidden Ecstasy - Chapter One

Pairing: NeganxReader

Chapter Warnings: Swearing (It’s Negan so obviously lol), mentions of rape (very little), no smut yet but it’s a comin

Chapter Summary: Negan meets the reader for the first time and instantly takes a liking to her

Series Summary: The reader (who isn’t Negan’s wife) catches his eye and he might maybe end up loving her?? (ooo) After working in the laundry room together Negan decides he wants a taste.  Meanwhile the wives find out and aren’t very happy (but who gaf)

Requested: Yes!! By the lovely @prettyepiic, (the part she requested doesn’t come til later when the smut comes in ;) ) thank you so much for the request darling!! Love me some Negan. Go follow her peeps!

A/N: My first Negan fic whaaat??? This didn’t start out as a series but… shit happens *shrugs*
A/N2: Send me some requests y’all! And shoot me some feedback, good or bad, I appreciate every word :)

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(Gif not mine my dudes. But damn is he fine. *drools*)

Originally posted by rikkisixx

“Still not pissin’ our pants yet? Shocker. Y’know, I’m really surprised I haven’t been able to make at least one of you’ns shit yourself by now.” Negan said boisterously as he waltzed in the gates of Alexandria. “Rick, my man. How’s the family? Good, I hope, I really do. So tell me… where the fuck is everybody? I come here expecting everybody to be dressed in their Sunday best and standing in the streets upon my arrival!”

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CHARACTER : Rock Star!Seb

AUTHOR : loricameback / loriwrites

GENRE : Pining, smut, not really fluff, not really angst. Seb’s a hot singer, just go with that!!





The roar of the Mustang’s engine told me that Jack was here for our date. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I stood up straight as I smoothed down the black dress with my hands and said confidently, “This is a good idea, Ally. You’re not doing anything wrong.” I picked up my gold hoops, clasping them through my earlobes as I walked to the door. If guys can date two girls at a time, I can date two guys. Seb never wanted to be exclusive anyway.

Sebastian. Singer of The Scarlett Falcon, only the most popular band in town. And the man is sex on legs. His brown hair, so soft, lays right on his shoulders, and his eyes, his blue eyes…just full of mischief when he sings to you. But I think the best thing I like about him is his lips. Those red, full, always smirking lips. And must he ALWAYS lick them? Seriously is it really that hot on stage? Of course the man has an awesome physique : he fills his jeans perfectly in every way possible, and his biceps…damn…

“Ally, hello?” Jack was knocking the second…third time? Squeezing my eyes shut I called out, “Coming Jack!” Damnit Ally. You can’t sit around pining for Seb. God knows he isn’t for you.

One more look in the mirror by the door, and another reminder that dating two guys is acceptable, I opened the door and saw Jack. Jack Jacobs, six foot one, blond hair, brown eyes, and the sweetest guy I’d ever met. In his black pants and light blue shirt he looked as handsome as ever. Leaning forward to kiss my cheek, he said, “Hey Ally, I thought you jumped ship!” “Nah. I never pass up free food.” I giggled and rolled my eyes as he put his hand on the small of my back and led me to his car.


Jack pulled into the parking lot of Sam’s Bar and frowned as he turned off the engine. “I know you want to keep things casual right now Ally, but a *bar?*

With a small smile I said, “It’s a restaurant too.” Jack narrowed his eyes as he sighed in defeat. He helped me out of the car and put his arm around my waist. “You win. You always win little one.”

The smile froze on my face. Sebastian calls me little one. I swallowed hard, then became upset. So what? He probably calls all of his women ‘little one.’ Pffft, probably can’t remember our names.

“Do I go first? I’m a gentleman Ally. After you.” I blinked and focused my attention on Jack who was motioning his hand by the open door.

Smiling awkwardly, I looked down and back up at him. “Sorry Jack. Of course.” Again with his hand on the small of my back he followed me in. I silently cursed myself. ‘Damnit Ally!! Get a grip! You’re with Jack. Quit thinking about…well, just quit!’

I didn’t want to tell Jack, but the reason I like it here so much is because of the bartender Mackie. We went to college together and became good friends by being in the same study group for American History. Speaking of..

“Jack! Come over to the bar. I want you to meet someone before we get a table!!’ My face broke out into a huge smile as I grabbed Jack’s hand and literally pulled him. Mackie caught sight of me.

“ALLY GIRL!!” He ran to the end of the bar and headed towards me with open arms. Jack let go of me and backed up with a look of horror on his face.

Mackie scooped me up and spun me around. “MAAAACKIEEEE!!” My head fell back and I almost choked trying to catch my breath. He carefully put me down and I grabbed his arm to steady myself. “Easy on the Mack attacks damnit. We’re not in college anymore.”

Mackie wide charming smile broke out when he nudged me, “We ain’t dead yet either baby.” He looked over my head and he quickly turned apologetic. “Oh hey, sorry man, she’s still in one piece.”

I turned to see my annoyed date. Can’t say that I blame him. I reached out to grab his arm. “Jack! I’m sorry! This…obviously…is my friend Mackie. Harmless…to strangers anyway!”

Jack offered his hand. “Mackie.”

Mackie returned the handshake with a smile. “Don’t listen to her Jack. It’s nice to meet you. Let me get you two a drink.”

As he went back behind the bar, I quietly said, “I’m sorry Jack. I didn’t know he was gonna do that.”

“It’s ok Ally, really. Why don’t you go find somewhere to sit and I’ll bring our drinks.” He kissed me gently on the lips, nodded and walked to the bar.

“Did you even notice on the sign that there was gonna be a band tonight?” I asked after my second beer. The room was crowded, it was getting harder and harder to make conversation. We were sitting stage right and had a great view of whoever would be playing. I moved side to side in my chair unable to see the drumset as it looked like something was covering half of the bass drum. “Jack! Can you see the name of the band?”

He entwined his fingers with mine and smiled before he leaned to look. Squinting hard it took him a few seconds, then he said, “It looks like the top word is Scar and the bottom word starts with…” Jack looked again and said “F-A-L?”

My hand went limp in his and a chill went through me. No. It can’t be. Here? Tonight? I nodded, hoping my poker face was indeed a poker face. Leaning in to speak over the crowd, “Excuse me. I have to use the restroom.” Jack nodded as I got up.

My face was burning. Was he here? In the crowd? I couldn’t even look up. I didn’t want to. The restroom stalls were taken, but it really didn’t matter. I just needed to get away. Need to breathe.

What is wrong with me? I’m going nuts over a guy I’ve been out with only a few times. Why do I care so much? Down past the sinks was a paper towel dispenser. I groaned as I walked to take a few and turned on the spigot for cold water. Patting my face with the damp towels, I slouched backwards onto the sink. ‘You’re being a moron. Jack is gorgeous and sweet. And he likes you!’ I swung around, satisfied with my reasoning, and after checking my hair and makeup in the mirror, went back to the table.

Jack stood up when I came back. “Your mom taught you how to treat a girl, didn’t she Jack?” I gave him a broad smile as I sat down.

He blushed and rubbed his chin, adorably embarrassed. “Well, not really. It’s common sense I believe that women should be adored, treated with respect, ya know. But still, my mother would kick my butt if I ever acted like a caveman.” His smile made his brown eyes shine.

“Remind me to hug your mom if I ever meet her.” I smiled shyly as he picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles.

“YOU GUYS READY TO ROCK?!!” Sebastian’s voice boomed through the amplifiers drowning out the crowd. Everyone’s attention went to the stage and they started cheering. Holy…shit!! Sebastian looked amazing! Tight black jeans with holes in the knees, a tee shirt that said something with rock n roll on it. I couldn’t see the entire thing because of the black leather jacket. Was he this good looking before? It has the leather jacket. My lord, that jacket just oozes sex.

Nothing else had changed. Of course it’s only been 3 months since I’ve seen him. Ninety days. One hundred twenty nine thousand and six hundred minutes. Jesus Ally. I facepalmed on the table. Nope. I don’t give a flyin fuck about him do I? Yeah, you keep telling yourself that stupid, you MIGHT believe it someday!

“ALLY!!” Jack leaned over and shook my arm, and I looked up out of sorts but smiling awkwardly.

“YO!” Holy Christ Ally, did you just say ‘yo?’

Jack flared his nostrils as he moved his head back with a comical look on his face. Holding up his beer bottle, he mouthed, “Another?”

I nodded. Another six pack? Another case? Sure. Please. NOW!! I watched him go thinking ‘why did I think I could date two guys at one time?’ ‘Am I still even dating Sebastian?’ ‘Jack and I should just get outta here.’ But I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed. My eyes wandered to Sebastian. Grabbing that microphone stand and almost rubbing it against his crotch. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes.!!!

And then I opened my eyes to look directly into those blue ones. He never faltered singing, but his usual devious, teasing eyes turned soft. Fuck…me! I was done. He drew me in.

“Here ya go.” The bottle was placed in front of me and I stared it like I had no idea what it was. Looking up at Jack as he sat down, I was glad he didn’t notice. He took my hand and squeezed it. “THIS BAND IS REALLY GOOD!” Tapping his other hand to the beat, he turned around to watch and I noticed Sebastian wasn’t looking anymore. Well, that was good…for at least a few seconds.

“THIS NEXT SONG IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES. AND IT’S NOT AN ORIGINAL OF OURS.” There were chuckles from the audience, and I bit my lip to try to hold back a smile. IT’S A COVER SONG FROM PRINCE CALLED “I WANT YOU.” AND I’D LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS SONG TO A GIRL…A SPECIAL GIRL CLOSE TO MY HEART.“ I furrowed my brows. Is he seriously looking at me? No smirk…just a sincere, heartfelt look? OK Ally, wishful thinking.

As soon as the song started I felt like I was in the fuckin movie of all things. Of course Prince was way more passionate about Apollonia then Seb with me, but I was getting goosebumps nonetheless. Seb sang to the audience, his face was so full of anger. “DO YOU WANT HIM?!!”


My eyes were wet, I was shivering from the blaze in his eyes when he glared at me…

“CAUSE I WANT YOU!!!” Yep, he pointed right at me, sneering. “I WANT YOU!!!” I couldn’t take it. I got up and tried my best to get to the door as fast as I could between the tables and people, and pretty unsteady at that after three beers.

“ALLY! WAIT!! ALLYYYY!!!” I had made it outside and it was as if it was the first time I could actually breathe since I saw Sebastian’s face. I wanted to throw up but I wouldn’t give Sebastian the satisfaction of seeing that. He grabbed my arm.

“LET ME…” It was Jack. I was ashamed to admit that I was disappointed. But of course Sebastian wouldn’t come out here. Pffft, that song was probably a joke. Yeah, make me choose you and then turn around and laugh in my face, just so he could see me dump a guy for his sorry ass.

“AAAAHHHHHH!!!” I let out a scream, leaned against the wall and cried in my hands.

“Ally, what is it? Please, what can I do?” Jack pulled my hands down and swiped the tears from my face.

I shook my head and smiled softly. “Nothing Jack. I’m sorry. Can you just get Mackie for me please.” I cupped Jack’s face. “This has nothing to do with you.” Liar. “I just…

“Ally.” Jack took me in his arms. “It’s ok. Do you want me to stay? Or I could call you tomorrow?”

I pulled out of his arms and looked at him quizzically. “You want to leave?”

Jack was very kind and softhearted when he looked at me. “Ally, I saw what happened in there. I’m almost positive that everyone in that bar knows that song was regarding you.” He kissed my cheek. “I’ll get Mackie and you and Mr. Rock Star figure out what you two are doing with your lives, hmm?”

I stood shocked. OK, recap: Sebastian ruins my life with that song, Jack and I aren’t dating anymore, and I suppose I have to face Sebastian now. “Why couldn’t I just let him take me to a restaurant?”

Mackie came strutting out the door. “I don’t know, why couldn’t you?” He shook his head at me and smirked as he put his hand up on the wall leaning beside me. “Girl, you sure know how to make a scene.”

I slid over and hugged him. “Damnit Mack. I hate you.”

“No, you love me because I’m the only guy who puts up with your shit. Now what the hell is going on Al?”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bench nearby and took a deep breath. “Did you know Seb and I went out a few times?”

Mackie’s eyes widened. “Uh…noooo.”

“Apparently you weren’t watching him sing the last song. Well anyway…”

The door flung open and Sebastian ran out like a wild animal looking both ways, then saw me. I sighed in frustration, burying my head in my hands. “You want me to stay Al?”

I peered at Mackie. “No. I got this.”

He stood up, sizing Sebastian up as he walked past him and grunted. I shook my head and smiled. Men! Sebastian had taken his jacket off and I inwardly whimpered. Jesus, he’s been working out. Those arms look awesome. “What.” He slowly approached me, no smirk, no attitude, just…concern?

“I don’t really know what to say ri…”

“Are you KIDDING me?! Do you want a microphone and an audience? That would work huh?” I wasn’t holding back. He’s gonna take his anger out on me in there, well…it was my turn.

“Ally, why are you so angry at ME? I’m the one that’s been trying to get over you for months!”

I stood up and approached him. “EXCUSE ME?!! I GAVE YOU MY NUMBER.” Sebastian looked at me like he was about to be attacked by a bear. “We weren’t exclusive, sure, but what are you talking about? I gave you my number and you never called. Anyway, don’t you have enough groupies to go out with?”

His face relaxed and that damn smirk appeared. “Well, you have Mr. Tall, Blonde and Preppy. So why are YOU angry at ME?”

Because I’m crazy about you. Because you didn’t call. Because I wanna fuck you against this wall and I’m trying to hate you. “You know what Seb. It doesn’t really matter. We went out what…twice?” I shrugged. “No biggie. You apparently didn’t think much of me because you never called, so…see ya around.” I pushed past him, but he spun me around and his lips crashed on mine, a low moan coming from deep within his throat. I tried to fight it, but who was I kidding. His tongue slid through my lips, controlling me, leaving me weak.

“Now listen Ally! You and I went to dinner at Charlie’s Bistro, remember?” Our noses were almost touching, his eyes desperate.

I think about it every day jerk. “Vaguely.”

“After dinner, we went to my brother’s house and walked down to the lake where I played guitar and sang to you.” He nodded slowly. My eyes were welling up. It was beautiful. Frickin romantic and beautiful.

My chin trembled. I couldn’t look him in the eyes when I whispered yes.

“I asked for your number in between songs, but my phone was at the house and I wanted to get it then so I wouldn’t forget it later, but you wanted to stay. You said…”

“Keep playin rock star. I’ll remember.” I was in a daze. My shoulders slumped. He was right. He DIDN’T have my number. I slowly looked up and met his gaze. His beautiful blue eyes. Those smiling lips. I cupped his jaw running my thumb over his bottom lip. “Three months wasted.” I pulled him in close by the nape of his neck and kissed him slowly. People walked out of the bar some catcalling, but we didn’t care. We had three months to make up for.

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To Find A Home - Part Thirteen

Originally posted by octaviagifs

Summary: The Grounders are coming to slaughter the Hundred. Will Y/N make it out alive?

Warnings: violence, swearing, character death

Word count: 4077

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A/N: Holy shit, I finished season 1! Can you believe it? It has been one hell of a ride, and I can’t wait to begin season 2. As always, comments are appreciated. Enjoy!

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The forest was too quiet. There were no wind rustling the leaves, no animals scurrying away from sight, nothing. The atmosphere was heavy, the air pressing on my lungs so hard, it was getting hard to breathe.

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anonymous asked:

"my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said “i’m going to die” and drank the whole thing" for baberoe or babejulian.

AN: HELL YES ANON I’m sorry this took so long!!! I did Babe/Julian because I’vre written a LOT of baberoe recently…. There it is!! (no editing we post like men btw)

It happens two classes before the midterm.

Babe sits down and yawns, blinding reaching for his old computer in his bag. He stayed up late last night, studying and making flash cards and whatnot, and now he feels like he could

fall asleep on any surface at any given moment. Babe finally finds his computer and opens it, starting a new word document and waiting for class to start.

“Here ya go, Babe,” says Bill from behind him. “Now, don’t say that I’m not the best friend ya ever got.”

Babe can smell the coffee before he sees the cup. “Bill, you are a savior,” he says, while Bill settles at his right, handing him the coffee before taking a sip from his.

“I know, I know, I’m the best,” Bill teases, while Babe takes a too huge sip and burns his tongue.

Still, just the thought of caffeine wakes him up a little, and Babe is finally able to open his two eyes at the same time without having them closing immediately after. Bill grumbles, his nose buried in his bag, looking for something. Babe sighs. He hates midterms. Everyone is grumpy and stressed out, and it seemed that his best friend is also affected.

“Bill, are you looking for something?” asks Babe, because he is also a great friend and doesn’t want Bill to get all the credit.

“Yeah, my damn phone,” says Bill.

“Huh. You know, that bag is dark. You should open your flashlight to see better,” suggest Babe, hiding his grin behind his coffee.

Bill gets his phone out of his back pocket, where Babe knows Bill always keeps it there, and turns on the flashlight.

“This is better, but I can’t see it. Maybe I forgot it at the dorm,” says Bill after a few seconds.

Babe can’t help it anymore. “Oh my god Bill are you kidding me?” he laughs. “It’s in your hand!”

Bill stares at his phone for a full minute before cursing it to hell. Babe just laughs some more and claps a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I need some sleep,” finally says Bill while slumping on his chair.

By the time Bill settles and opens his laptop, more students have arrived. Out of the corner of his eye, Babe sees another person sitting down two seats away from him.

Babe’s mind immedately goes to: kid. Babe has seen him a few times in the corridors of the university, and in a few of his other classes. He’s tall, lean and has dark hair, with darker eyes to match. He looks shy, just with the way he holds himself, a little bit in retreat. Babe’s mind supplies an image of a rabbit, a little nervous, but so very cute.

Babe groans. The kid is super cute, yes, but he can’t be thinking about that right now. The midterms are coming, and Babe doesn’t need any distractions. Still, he catches himself staring, detailing the stranger's’ long, graceful fingers and his soft features, and Babe’s heart does this little tug that he has now associated with trouble. The kid looks incredibly tired and stressed out, the bags under his eyes visible even from where Babe is sitting.

“Oh my god,” Babe says when the guy gets a big mug of coffee to go and a Monster energy drink out of his bag. “What the hell?”

Babe’s jaw goes slack when the kid pours down his energy drink into his coffee, and stirs it with a pen that has seen better days.

“I am going to die,” Babe hears him say before he gulps down the horrible concoction.

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What follows is a short  excerpt of a fanfiction I’m trying to write. I’m not posting the whole thing here, just one scene from chapter one, for those who wish for a little more closure after chapter 74.

Fucking chapter 74, man. What a horrible cliffhanger.

Since there’s an idea for a longer story behind it, it’s kind of foreboding, but I think it works as a one-shot nonetheless. Whoever’s interested in the whole thing can shoot me an ask, but there’s no warranty it’ll ever be finished.


I love you, too.

Yukine wasn’t sure he quite registered what just happened. The words replayed over and over in his mind, like a broken record, but he couldn’t make any sense of them.

It was as if the world stood still for a moment, while the sky came crashing down on him. He swore the ground trembled beneath his feet, and ants crawled up and down his back, travelling along his arms until they reached his fingertips.

His whole body seemed to be overrun by all kinds of sensations, but all he could do was sit still, and stare at the girl in front of him with wide, unbelieving eyes. His lips burned as if she’d poured lava onto them, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think they were melting off his face.

The stray giggled and covered her mouth with her sleeve – a gesture Yukine came to hate with a passion. “What’s with that look? Don’t my words please you?”

Yukine supressed a gag and the urge to spit. He wanted to talk, but the words were stuck in his throat, much like the breath he tried to draw. Managing to at least move his hand, he rubbed his lips ferociously, not caring how much the rough texture of his coat scratched them sore.

“That’s hurting my feelings, you know? Rejecting me like that,” the stray murmured, turning her head and throwing him a sideways glance.

Finally, the knot in his throat dissolved. “What the hell is your problem?!” Yukine exploded, standing up and putting some much needed space in between them. The stray just lifted her eyebrows, while Yukine shook with adrenaline. “What was that?!”

She gave off a contemplative sound, not making any move to close the gap between them. “I do think I made myself pretty clear. Unless you need it spelled out.”

I love you, too.

Yukine felt the coldness seeping in, and his whole body tensed. “You’re just crazy. How stupid do you think I am?” He heard his voice tremble.

There was a beat of silence where Yukine thought he’d shut her up. He tried to read her body language, but wasn’t able to interpret the way she lifted her chin at him, narrowing her eyes.

“You should come with me, Yukine.”

“Wha-!” Yukine felt his vocal chords failing. He swallowed, taking another step back. “Are you daft? Why the hell would I do that?” The thought alone made him want to vomit on the spot. Dread pooled in his stomach when the stray examined him through lidded eyes. But she said nothing on the matter, just shaking her head as if disappointed with his choice. Yukine lifted his finger, an unspoken demand for her to leave.

The word to draw a borderline was already on the tip of his tongue, when the stray finally loosened her rigid stance. “You’re the one who’s an idiot. You really should come with me.”  

“No.” The rejection in his voice was clear even to his own ears. It rang through the night like the shot of a gun – loud and clean.

The smile dropped off her face like a mask. “Father will not be happy with you.”

Yukine wanted to retort he didn’t give a rat’s ass what her father thought, but couldn’t prevent his stomach from churning. So he settled for a simple, “I don’t care. I won’t come with you.” The words left him with a pallid taste, and he felt the sweat trickle down his neck despite the biting cold.

Again, there was a beat of silence, the stray just staring at him curiously. Then, she turned around and walked away. “We’ll meet again, Yukine. Enjoy yourself until then.” One last time, she turned around and looked at him with an expression he couldn’t read. “And greet Yato from me.”

With that, she was gone, disappearing into the dark as if she’d never existed.

Yukine felt the tension leave his body as soon as she was out of sight, and fell to the floor with a drawn out sigh.  The concrete beneath him was freezing, and he felt his bottom go numb, prompting him to stand on shaky legs.

His first thought, strangely enough, went to Yato.

Praying the emotional disturbance hadn’t been felt by the god; Yukine focused on supressing the panic and disgust growing inside him. He was sure Yato had felt something, because the stray had caught him off guard tremendously, but he’d yet to find out to what extent.

Taking a deep breath, Yukine started walking, slowly getting his body back under control. His feet stood on unsteady ground, and he had to keep concentrating on staying upright. Most of his attention stayed focused on reeling in his emotions. They threatened to boil over any moment, to burst like a balloon prodded with a needle one too many times.

That could not happen – lest Yato found out. And Yukine definitely didn’t want him to find out, not now.

Kofuku’s shrine wasn’t far, and the closer he got, the more tired he felt.

The safer he felt.

The sight of it alone made Yukine feel warmer. He stumbled up the entrance of the shrine, his mind still clouded and numb. He couldn’t catch one coherent thought.

The feeling of warm lips didn’t disappear. Albeit it had faded, feeling like a ghost’s touch.

Yukine had always assumed the stray’s skin to feel ice-cold. To him, she looked as if she’d crawled out of a heap of fresh snow, with her pale face and white robe. She looked innocent enough, but her red lips flared up like a warning sign, looking as if she’d dipped them into a bowl of blood.

But her skin was warm. Just like his.

Yukine lifted a finger and touched his own lips, rubbing them absentmindedly. He’d done that at least ten times already, but still felt the need to make sure no lipstick had stayed behind. The last thing he needed was being bombarded with questions.

As he focused his attention on the present, he could hear faint chattering from inside, and Hiyori’s hearty laugh reached his ears. His lips twitched upwards, hinting at a smile.

He could do this.

Stepping inside, he relished in the warmth engulfing him, and the dimmed light helped him to feel calmer. It washed the goosebumps right off – those inflicted by the cold, at least.

To his right, he saw Yato and Hiyori sitting around the kotatsu, sharing those glances they only ever shared with each other. Hiyori’s cheeks were reddened, and Yukine betted then and there it was Yato’s fault, because the god sported one smug expression; the right corner of his mouth pointing upwards, his eyes narrowed mockingly at the girl. Hiyori pouted, and then turned her head as she heard Yukine shift uncertainly.

“Ah, Yukine!” Yukine flinched at Hiyori’s outburst, causing her blush to deepen. She raised her hand apologetically. “I’m sorry.” She paused, looking him up and down as she knitted her brows. “Are you alright? You look shaken.”

Yato had his eyes narrowed, but held himself back otherwise.

Yukine repressed another flinch. “Yes.” He patted himself on the shoulder for how calm that sounded. “I’m good.”

“The birthday boy’s probably still in awe of our performance, Hiyori,” Yato contributed, as his smug expression found its way back onto his face, conveying even more self-satisfaction.

Yukine wanted to shout at him, but he felt his heart swell and reigned himself in. He wasn’t sure if he’d been able to yell, either, because his voice sounded breathy when he answered. At least he managed to get some semblance of sarcasm in there. “Of course.”

Yato grinned. “You’re just shy; I could’ve felt your love from across the country!”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that!” Yukine fired, now blushing also. He thought his words over, remembering how much fun Yato had seemed to have with this party, and how much thought had been put into it. “I – It was nice. So thank you.”

He saw Yato tearing up, and prepared for an onslaught of childish, emotional outbursts. “You hear that, Hiyori? He loves me back!” The god wailed, and hugged the kotatsu awkwardly. “I’m so proud.”

Hiyori just smiled at him and wagged her tail. She did that a lot when she watched Yato, Yukine noticed.

Yukine took off his toque and placed it onto the drawer next to him. Without him noticing, the storm of emotions and sensations inside him had calmed down. Taking a deep breath, he took off the coat and shoes as well, before entering the living room and sitting down beside Hiyori.

He didn’t quite dare to sit next to Yato, fearing for his feelings to somehow be more obvious while in close proximity.

He did, however, send him a smile, which was reciprocated with vigour.

It hadn’t been the first time he’d encountered the stray, and certainly not the last.

He could do this.

With both of them by his side, he could withstand whatever the stray decided to throw at him.

Only Fools Part One

Summary: He was someone that everyone in the organization had a reason to fear, you were the one that made them all fools. 

Warnings: Blood, spy stuff, angstyangst, eventual lots of stuff

Parts: Two / Three

The door slammed shut behind you as you ran your thumb along the corner of your lip to wipe away the spot of blood that had gathered there. Your heels clacked dangerously, kohl-lined eyes snapping up to glare at your brother in front of you. You cocked a hip, your chin titled up to stare down at him.

“What are you doing here?” You turned to spit out the coppery blood that had gathered in your mouth, wiping your arm along your lips to rid yourself of the crimson that had leaked out. You didn’t care about how you looked, you weren’t about to play your role on your brother.

His eyes traveled from your face and that busted lip of yours down to the plunge of your neckline and the way the dress hid pretty much nothing from the imagination. Aside from the small injury you looked exactly as you had when you had walked into that room with your target. He supposed that was something that had made you good at parties; your kills were always a secret unless you wanted them to be known.

“You’re not supposed to damage your face, remember?” He chuckled, pointing finger at your lip from underneath his crossed arms.

You shrugged, giving him that older-sister-dramatic-eye roll that you used to give him when he was being a brat as a child. “People get a little upset when they’re played the fool–this one just had a real nice slap; even I was caught off guard.” You sneered at the memory of that man’s hand on your face, after that you had shown very little mercy–starting with that hand of his.

He snorted, shaking his head at the smirk that shone on your lips as you recalled the past few minutes of your life. “Really, you’re not beautiful enough to play this femme fatale part that you seem to enjoy. I don’t know how you do it; you’re completely ordinary and boring.”

You scowled at him as you slammed your fist on the top of his head, dropping him down enough to tuck said head under your arm so you could rub your fist into his hair–the big-sister-was-just-insulted noogie, you had always called it. You only released him when his hands flailed up to your face, fingers digging into your lip and up your nose.  "Ah!“ You dropped him to the floor, kicking him lightly with your foot. "Disgusting ungrateful brat!”

Jungkook laughed, watching you scramble as far away from him as the hallway would allow, the heels of your hands scrubbing at your face. “You’re the one who started it.” He pushed himself to his feet, brushing the dirt off the seat of his pants and straightening his collar; his gaze never left you. “I’m here because my boss wants to speak with you.”

You suddenly dropped the part of you that was his sister like it had rotted and died long ago, replaced only with the woman who only knew business and nothing else. “I don’t play between these two warring sides you know–it’s dangerous to get caught up such a mess.”

“He promises it’ll pay well.”

You raised an eyebrow, that slow dangerous smile tugging at your mouth until your grin was all teeth. “Well, why didn’t you say so?”

Even Jungkook knew that this was a job that only you would be able to pull off.


“Taehyung hates you.” Namjoon stared at the mess that was Yoongi’s completed job. It was a horrible mess, tipped over chairs broken shot glasses, a decanter tilted on its side, a glass table shattered inward, and a count of at least ten bodies in the one room alone. Namjoon hadn’t even bothered exploring to the bed, bath, kitchen or dining areas of the ritzy, expensive apartment.  Instead he focused his attention on his partner who was currently too busy cleaning his silenced pistol on the couch next to the body of one of the ring leader’s guards.  "Nice company you have there.“

Yoongi didn’t even look up, his eyes focused only on the task at hand. His suit was perfectly in place, like he had never even been in a fight in the first place–he didn’t even have a speck of blood on him from the people he killed. He was one of the only members to consistently pull off such a feat.  The only time Namjoon had seen him looking like a scraggly bloody mess after a fight was back when she was still alive and using him like a yo-yo toy.

She had been the only person to wind the wild-card that was Yoongi around her finger.

Yoongi nodded a note next to the pile of bullets he’d carefully set on a spot devoid of blood.  "I know. That note says so. He knew I’d find him here–it’s a game we like to play, leaving little notes back and forth to each other. We have a collection of them you see.” Yoongi looked to Namjoon from the corner of his eyes, giving him a smirk that didn’t yet show his gums. “A game between uncontrollable wild-cards, its fun.”

Namjoon could easily see why people feared him, even now with bodies around him the man only saw killing as a sport. He only saw stealing, thieving and looking good at the end of it as a way of winning over another person. At least, that was what this man showed to the real world.

Namjoon was close enough friends with him to know that Yoongi only wanted her back, this game was only a way to rid his mind of it.

Namjoon adjusted the buttons on his sleeve, staring at Yoongi through his brow. “Our boss wants to meet with you–he says he’s got an important job he has to hand to you himself.”

“Is that because he’s going to try and have people killing me again?” Yoongi chuckled, placing the bullets in the barrel of his gun. “You will be with me right? I would hate to be on trial because there wasn’t a witness, again.”

Namjoon sighed, kicking aside some broken glass to dig through the pockets of a nearby body. “Maybe if you stopped going rogue he’d stop trying to kill you.”

Yoongi admired his work, twisting the gun underneath his scrutinizing squint. “It’s too late for him to stop trying now–I’ve done what I want and I will continue to do what I want.” Satisfied, he tucked the gun away into his holster and pushed himself up off the couch. “The man is just lucky that bothering Taehyung is what pleases me.”

“I don’t care what pleases you–just talk to him before he starts thinking he needs to go after me as well just because I associate with you.”


He stepped in to his boss’ large posh office complete with a supremely clean desk, fluffy nice carpets and a desk lamp in the corner. He even had photos of his kids lining the front of his computer monitor like this was the sort of job where you’d want to show off their smiling faces to your coworkers. It was good blackmail though, Yoongi made use on that little idiocy card often.

“I want you to eliminate Taehyung.” He said before Namjoon had even fully stepped into the room behind him.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeve. “You’ve wanted me to do that for years and it hasn’t been able to be completed because he’s exactly like me, rogue and good at what he does. Ask Jungkook, I hear he’s reaching up in the ranks and will soon replace me due to the fact that he’s much more obedient.” Yoongi jerked his arms in front of him, effectively settling the fabric of his suit jacket on his shoulders. “Besides, I don’t want to kill him–I just enjoy messing with him to ease my boredom.”

His boss was getting angry, he could tell by the way Namjoon gripped Yoongi’s elbow to pull him back. It was a favorite past time of his actually, Yoongi enjoyed winding the old man up and watching him go like a pissed-off, red-faced toy. Yoongi was a lethargic man, but he was the last person anyone in this organization wanted to face; he enjoyed seeing which mood their boss was in and if he was feeling especially risqué today.

“Does this game of yours put money in your pockets? I don’t believe I pay you to fool around and not fulfill what I ask of you.” It was practically a shout, accompanied by his fists hitting the table top and knocking two of the three child’s picture frames face down on his desk.

“Anyone else will hire me if they found out I wasn’t currently assigned as your dog–getting money that doesn’t come from your own wallet is a cinch. You should thank me for being so loyal.” He flashed his boss that gummy grin of his, causing Namjoon to pull him back even farther like that would glue Yoongi’s mouth shut. Yoongi never listened to the warnings; as he had said he always did what he pleased.

“I will kill you.”

Yoongi shrugged Namjoon off, smoothing the wrinkles in his sleeves. “You’ve tried, and as you can see I’m still standing.”

Namjoon seeing how quickly this was going to escalate into a shooting battle again he stepped between both men, breaking the eye contact that only increased the tension in the room. He put a palm out to both men. “Yoongi, shut it.” He looked to his boss next, speaking slowly and calmly–every time he spoke quickly his boss had to have him slow it down and repeat his words. When the man was this upset he became hard of hearing, probably too much blood rushing past his ears. “You know how he can be, Sir. I recommend that you just tell him what he has to do.”

His boss rested his elbows on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose as he waved his hand towards the door. “Bring her in.”

Jungkook came in first, a set of chains wrapped around his fist connected to the cuffs that wrapped around feminine wrists. He yanked on them, pulling you forward until you fumbled in and fell to your knees in the circle of men.

You looked worse for wear. Your lip was split and bleeding, blood staining your teeth; you had a trail of crimson dribbling down your forehead and smattering your temple; your dress was torn and in tatters, ripped from the hem by your ankles all the way up to your hip to expose a cut and bruised leg; and he could tell that one of your wrists in the cuff was definitely broken. You looked like you’d been put in a fighting ring and had come out the loser. Even underneath all of that he could tell that you were an extremely beautiful girl–one that was deserving of being called Jungkook’s sister.

“This is-” His boss started to say before Yoongi decided to interject.

“Y/N, Jungkook’s sister and the famed femme fatale that was able to make even the most guarded of men fall in love with her with practical ease. She’s killed nearly as many men as the best in any organization and she’s completed missions within weeks that someone like me couldn’t even complete within a year.” He nodded to you, but his gaze refused to break away from his boss’. “What is she doing here, why does she look like absolute shit, and why the hell should I care about her?”

Namjoon sighed, bending down to take the chains from Jungkook and help you up to your wobbly feet.

“She is the only one in this room that will be able to successfully eliminate the target Taehyung. But, he’s a bit eccentric and as you already know, rogue. I figured I’d get her a tutor that knows all about uncontrollable eccentrics–so here you are.”

“Why would you think I would agree to this?” Yoongi chuckled. “I have no reason to seek out time with a woman who could possibly turn on me–thanks but she’ll be fine without the tutor.” He turned to head back out the door, catching a glimpse of Namjoon holding you tightly against him so you wouldn’t fall. You looked terrified to be there, like you’d rather be in any other room that didn’t include his boss or Jungkook. He wondered which one had done that to you, but then he had to remember that he didn’t actually care.

“Because,” His boss’ words stopped him in his tracks “She will die if you don’t.”

Yoongi turned slowly, feeling his throat start to go dry. His gaze flit between you shivering into Namjoon in fear, to his boss’ grin growing into something only the Cheshire cat would be able to wear properly.

“Do you still think of her?” His boss’ voice grated his ears, driving him further and further into that dark pit within himself that he was desperately trying to pull out of. “Or were those feelings as fleeting as your loyalty is now?”

He grabbed you from Namjoon without thinking, holding you by the chains between you cuffs rather than the long dangling one that Jungkook held out to him. He had more control this way; he could ensure you wouldn’t escape.  "I’ll help her.“ He started tugging you closer towards the door, closer towards his eventual escape from the man who was prying far too deep today. "If only to make you shut up.” Yoongi muttered, Namjoon helping escort him and you out into the hallways and down towards the parking lot where his car waited for him.


Yoongi had Namjoon sit in the backseat with you, so he could unlock your chains and keep a close watch on you. He was going to take care of you, teach you and make sure that you did your job correctly–but he was going to trust you as far as he could throw you.

It was your profession to fuck over men like him, and hell if he was just going to be another broken man by the end of this idiotic job he’d accepted.

“Make a deal he says.” You mutter from the backseat, rubbing at your broken wrist gently even though it caused your face to contort into pain. You looked like a mess of pain, but even a woman like you was probably used to the torture. People in his world weren’t successful by sitting on their asses and experiencing little pain.  "My brother, my own little brother and his goddamn boss.“ You shook your head. "I’m going to kill them both when I’m done here, family loyalties be damned.”

“Jungkook has always been a ruthless child.” Namjoon said sweetly, smoothing out one of the knots that had gathered in your hair from your excursions.  

You swallowed, leaning into the kind touch. You hadn’t experienced a kind touch in a while, not one that wasn’t pure lechery or feigned kindness brought on by your job. “He has to get it from somewhere I suppose.” You pulled yourself away from him, trying to avoid the unnecessary attachment, even if that was what your business thrived on.  You chuckled, curling up onto Yoongi’s backseat and resting your forehead against the cool glass of the car window. “I have no choice I suppose, I still love that brat. I will do anything for him–even this. He’s my brother.” Yoongi watched your face in his rearview mirror, seeing an emotion akin to a mixture of sadness and happiness. “He’s all I have left now.”

“Are they going to kill him?” Namjoon asked you, shoving the chains to the floor and pulling the first aid kit off the front seat–Yoongi keeps it there for emergencies, even though he knew very well that it was mostly for his team members and rarely for him.  "If you don’t do this, are they going to kill him?“

"They thought money wasn’t enough of an incentive.”

Namjoon wiped an alcohol pad along your temple, carefully cleaning up some of the blood while Yoongi drove, watching the interaction. He was only curious about you, how you operated. This was his way of studying you, his way of figuring out if he could trust you or not. He had to know how you’d behave, how you’d react and what you would do if push came to shove. Right now it looked like you’d do nothing, stare off into space and let whatever may come just happen to you.

He knew for a fact that wasn’t your character. He’d heard about you enough to know that, even heard it through some of the men that have died by his hand.

You weren’t to be trusted, at any cost.

He knew how Taehyung operated, how he would behave what sort of move he would make to counterattack Yoongi’s. Life was a big chess game in which the opponents were constantly flicking pieces off of the board and into oblivion– a spy was only as good as his intel, only as good as his anticipation of the next move.

But he knew nothing of what you could do, nothing of how you would react. You were a player he had never had the opportunity to go against.

And now here you were, you bloodied and bruised with only a few pieces left standing while he stood on the other side with nearly a full board. Yet he could already sense that you were the one smiling and he was the one about to be in a cold sweat from your next play.

Despite all of this he couldn’t help but feel the beginnings of excitement build in his gut.

His boss had really brought him such a fun game to ease his boredom.

Truth Be Told (Hunter!Cas AU Series) Part 8

Summary: Cas and you discuss the deal he made, and you call some reinforcement for help. And Cas is a cute jealous baby.

Pairing: Hunter!Cas x Hunter!reader

Word Count: 1869

Warnings: language, oral (reader receiving), kind of angsty thoughts in the beginning, cas being an adorable jealous baby

A/N: I know this is a lil short, but it’s kind of like a transition chapter. I actually really like this chapter, I think its pretty cute. consider it a break from the angst :-)

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Normally Gabriel entered the Winchester motel rooms with flare, gusto, or at least some finesse. But one morning, Sam didn’t realize Gabriel had appeared until he was tapped on the shoulder as he was researching their current case. He looked up, maybe expecting to see Castiel, because appearing silently was his thing.

“Gabriel?” Sam blinked, seeing his heavy eyelids and a flushed, or even green shade, to his face. “You don’t look so good.” Gabriel gave a half hearted smile.

“I don’t feel so good. Must have been something I ate,” Gabriel said, arms folded over his vessel’s stomach, which gave a disturbing whine in protest. “Hush you.” Sam raised his brows.

“Did you actually eat too much candy or something?” Sam had joked about Gabriel eating too much chocolate before, but Gabriel always said the perk of being an archangel was that he got all of the good taste and none of the belly aches.

Gabriel shrugged and plopped down on Dean’s bed on his back. “Or something. I think I was poisoned.” Sam waited for the punchline but Gabriel just let out a painful groan.

“Y-you’re serious?” Sam stood up from his research, ready to call Poison Control or take Gabriel to get his stomach pumped. Though he paused, wondering if poison effected archangels. “You’re susceptible to poison?”

“Certain kinds.” Gabriel muttered, his eyes closed and his hand waving about sluggishly. “Magical or cursed poisons. I do have a long list of enemies. I mean, it probably wasn’t Kali because she’s more likely to leave a burn mark. She likes to destroy people in person. Maybe it was Odin. He’s a spiteful asshat.”

“Do you need something?” Sam asked, because poison was not something to take lightly.

“A place to rest,” Gabriel said. “Can’t really do anything except wait for my being to heal from it. It’s like the worst case of indigestion in the world. Only an angel sword can really kill me, you know.” Gabriel then sat up, sounding thoughtful. “I bet it was Baldr, or even Frigg. She never did forgive me for nearly killing her precious, perfect little princess. Seriously. Do you know how tired I was? Hearing how perfect he was? Perfect little momma’s boy more like it…” Sam sighed, figuring Gabriel was being dramatic. If he was energetic enough to rant about Baldr, he was well enough to heal on his own. Well, that’s what he thought until he saw Gabriel cover his mouth, and then a second later he disappeared, only for Sam to hear him in the bathroom retching.

It was lovely timing when Dean came in with breakfast and heard an archangel puking in the bathroom. Sam sighed, having to explain that Gabriel had to stay for a while. Dean is not happy with this fact but he at least grimaced when he heard Gabriel the second time, with a bit more of a choking sound.

Then Gabriel said, “Oh, well mystery solved. It was Frigg. She’s the only one that would send me mistletoe.”


Sam loaned his bed to Gabriel and left a bucket for him beside the bed. Not that Gabriel couldn’t make it to the toilet, but it was the thought that counted in Sam’s opinion.

“TV…” Gabriel bemoaned in a zombie like fashion. Sam rolled his eyes when the motel room’s brick television became a plasma widescreen… -what ever it was- on the wall and turned to the nearest cartoon channel. “Hey, hey, don’t mock the healing power of Television.”

“You’re a grown angel, I would think you’d chose something better than Loony Tunes.” Sam adjusted his tie because he and Dean were going undercover again.

“Old ones or the new ones?” Dean asked, finally finished in the bathroom and ready to hit the road.

“Classics, of course,” Gabriel said. Dean made a face that said that was an acceptable answer before he jiggled the keys at Sam.

“Okay, okay.” Sam looked at Gabriel. “You have our numbers, and we let Cas know that you’re here and not feeling good. Are you sure I can’t get you anything? There’s not some spell that will help?” Gabriel have him a smile.

“Just your tender love and affection,” Gabriel said, which was good for getting a gag reaction from Dean before he left the motel room. “At least give me a kiss before you go.” Sam gave a glance at the closed motel door before he leaned down to kiss Gabriel’s brow, completely missing his puckered lips. He was not kissing that mouth when he’d seen the black sludge that had come out of it.

“You focus on healing up,” Sam said, walking towards the door and ignoring Gabriel’s childish pout. “And no pranks.”

“Oh sure, take the fun out of everything,” Gabriel muttered. Before Sam closed the door he asked, “Still love me?”

Sam sighed but nodded. “Yes, still love you.” Then he shut the door and tried to focus on their case.


After some useful information had been gathered, Sam and Dean stopped by a corner store for some supplies. Sam found himself looking at the pharmaceuticals for more than a couple minutes, trying to figure out how much activated charcoal an archangel would need to purge the poison in his system. He would probably need a whole county’s worth; but it wasn’t magical, so he wasn’t sure if it would work on cursed mistletoe.

Sam grabbed the only 3 bottles that were left on the shelf and as he passed by the drink section he picked up a box of cheap chamomile tea because it was supposed to help with everything; magic induced stomach aches included.

Dean gave him a raised brow at the checkout line before he asked, “You going to make him homemade chicken soup too?”

“Shut up,” Sam said, he wasn’t just going to sit by and do absolutely nothing while his lover was suffering.

“I think he’s faking it,” Dean said. “Seriously, mistletoe? People use that for kissing.”

“It’s also a very deadly poison,” Sam informed him as they were getting their order rung up. “In Norse Legend, it was the only thing that the goddess Frigg had not asked to never harm her son Baldr. Loki used another god to shoot mistletoe to kill Baldr.”

“Then who was the guy walking around that hotel?” Dean asked, remembering Baldr and Kali had had a thing.

“I think that’s why Gabriel said ‘nearly killed’ Baldr.” Sam paid for the groceries and his things for Gabriel. He was eager to get home and check on the archangel to see how he was doing. “Gods can be spiteful.”

Making it back to the motel room, it was eerie to Gabriel still in the same spot he’d left him in that morning. Gabriel looked half dazed as Sam walked over to the bed and sat next to him. Gabriel’s face was flushed and there was a shine of sweat on his skin.

“Wow, you look like crap,” Dean said from the doorway.

Gabriel scoffed. “Well thanks, Dino. Remind me to return the favor when your insides are molten lava.”

“Stop it you two.” Sam opened the bag and showed Gabriel the bottle, but didn’t get any recognition to it. “I figured it couldn’t hurt to get something for poison. It’s charcoal.”

“Bleck,” was Gabriel’s only response.

“Don’t be a baby about it,” Sam told him.

Gabriel’s head rolled back as he rolled his eyes and slowly pushed himself up. “How much did you get?”

“They only had three left,” Sam said.

“Three cases? Three pounds? Three tons?”

“Bottles. Three bottles.” Sam shrugged.

Gabriel sighed and pinched the bridge his nose for a moment. “Better than nothing I guess.” Gabriel popped off the bottle cap and Sam got up to turn on the cheapest coffee maker on the motel room table to make hot water with. Dean was doing his best to ignore them and was changing from his crisp suit to more comfortable hunting clothes. Sam went back over to join Gabriel when he had a paper cup of hot water with two teabags starting to steep. Gabriel had already emptied the whole bottle down his throat and Sam blinked.

“I wasn’t expecting it to go that fast,” Sam said.

“Well if it’s going to have any effect, might as well down them all.” Gabriel closed his eyes, still sitting up. Sam pressed his hand lightly to Gabriel’s fevered brow but immediately pulled back, as though touching the red coils of a stove.

“Ow…” Sam’s hand went to his mouth and Gabriel blinked tiredly. “You’re… literally burning up.”

“Oh great.” Gabriel groaned, his face sinking into his hands. “I hate this part.” It was obviously not the first time Gabriel had been poisoned like this, but it didn’t ease Sam’s mind.

“Um, I guess hot tea wouldn’t help at the moment then,” Sam muttered. Gabriel seemed to realize Sam was holding the cup in his hands.

“You made me tea?” Gabriel asked and a smile creased on his face as he rested his chin in his hand. “You’re sweet.” Sam shrugged and tried not to be aware of Dean making faces in the background.

“I… dunno if it’ll really help, but yeah,” Sam said. Gabriel look the cup and Sam grimaced as Gabriel started to drink it. “It’s still… hot.” The temperature didn’t seem to bother Gabriel though, which Sam was relieved to see. Archangel, he reminded himself. Sam watched a puff of steam leave Gabriel’s mouth as he let out a partly relieved sigh.

“Trust me, it’s still a few hundred degrees cooler than what’s going on in here,” Gabriel told him with a tired smile. Sam returned the smile and Gabriel laid back down, seemingly to rest, but since angels didn’t sleep, Sam could only guess that Gabriel was resting his eyes and focusing on healing.

“Come on, Sam, we got us a chupacabra to catch tonight,” Dean said, packing the essentials for a good old fashioned monster hunt. Sam changed out of his suit, but he looked at Gabriel and felt conflicted. Gabriel was still sick, perhaps even vulnerable to attack in his current state.

“Maybe you should ask Cas to go on this hunt with you,” Sam said as the sun was going down; a good time to head out and start a hunt. Dean blinked, confused.

“Why? You and me can handle it,” Dean said.

“Because… I think I should stay with Gabriel until he’s feeling better,” Sam said. Dean looked betrayed. “It’s one night, Dean, I think you and Cas can handle one chupacabra.”

“That’s our thing though,” Dean muttered. Sam rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

“Come on, Dean. Gabriel’s sick. Gabriel, the archangel that saved us from Lucifer…”

“Jesus, fine.” Dean looked up, getting out his phone. Several seconds after Dean asked, “Wanna go on a hunt?” Castiel had appeared in the motel room and said in person that yes, he would like to go on a hunt. Sam found it amusing and resisted to wish them a fun first date as they both left.

Gabriel started stirring an hour later while Sam had pulled out a book to read. An actual, fictional book. Not another tome on monsters.

“Hey,” Sam said, sitting up on the other bed. Gabriel made a groan in response. “I keep trying to figure out if you’re sleeping or not.”

“Nah, there are just periods that I feel way too dizzy to do anything,” Gabriel muttered, blinking his eyes open. He let out a mild belch that didn’t sound too pleasant and Gabriel made a face that confirmed it, his hands over his stomach. “Sam, if you ever get a pie from an anonymous admirer. Do not, I repeat, do not eat it.”

“Noted.” Sam shut his book and moved over to Gabriel’s bed. He carefully touched his cheek and found it wasn’t actually scalding hot anymore. “At least you won’t be burning down the motel tonight.”

“Yay,” Gabriel said with the scariest lack of enthusiasm. Sam made him more tea and had Gabriel swallowed another bottle of charcoal. This time he actually let the tea cool and steep properly. Gabriel gave him a tired smile as he laid down again. “You’re too good to me.” Sam shrugged, face flushing ever so lightly.

“You’re sick. I don’t even feel like I’m doing much.” Sam took Gabriel’s hand and it squeezed back lightly. Maybe he was just worried. He’d never seen Gabriel like this. Never imagined an archangel to be immobilized by something like poison or anything less than a nuclear bomb.

“You’re doing a human thing,” Gabriel said, his eyes closed, looking peaceful for the first time in hours. “Caring about me.” It sounded so alien when Gabriel said that. It made it sound like angels didn’t take care of one another. Or maybe Gabriel was still somewhat delirious and he was talking about the gods he’d been with for so long.

“Is there anything else I can do?” Sam asked softly. He felt a bit useless and anything he’d looked up for normal mistletoe just told him to call Poison Control. The least he could do was to keep Gabriel as comfortable as possible.

“Mmm,” Gabriel’s one eye opened some, “belly rub?” It sounded like a joke. It should have been a joke. Sam wanted to ask of Gabriel was serious, but he really knew Gabriel better than that. The small smile told him he WAS joking, but the watching eye hinted that Gabriel really did want some more pampering. Sam sighed, glad Dean was gone.

“Only because you’re sick,” Sam told him. Gabriel looked pleased as Sam pulled down the sheets and pushed up Gabriel’s shirts. Gabriel’s skin was flushed even under his clothes but it was a tolerable heat. Sam’s palm started a circular, clockwise motion over Gabriel’s soft belly. Gabriel let out a relaxed sound, closing his eyes again. He smiled a little and laid over Gabriel’s lap to get comfortable, his freehand tucking under Gabriel’s side for someplace to rest. It was a comfortable quiet; intimate in a non-sexual way. After a time, Gabriel’s hand found Sam’s, their fingers knitting together at his side in a silent thank you. Sam at least felt like he was doing something to help, which made him smile.


Sam woke up, half curled on Gabriel’s lap and his legs had found space along side the bed. Gabriel was sitting up and his face had returned to it’s original color and his eyes had life to them again.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Gabriel said.

“Morning.” Sam returned, rubbing his eyes and ignoring the princess name. “You look better.”

“Much.” Gabriel leaned over and out of the bucket (that Gabriel didn’t actually use for vomiting) he pulled out a handful of green leaves and white berries. “It all started coming out this morning.” Sam blinked at the pile that was dropped back into the bucket. He could only imagine Gabriel spilling up foliage, but Sam was grateful that he hadn’t seen anymore mysterious black substance that had been purged the first time Gabriel had to use their toilet.

Sam stretched out and sighed, his back popping from the way he’d been laying. “How did you eat so much mistletoe without realizing it was in the pie?”

Gabriel shrugged. “Well it was really good pie. You try to not eat an entire Asgardian baked pie in one sitting.”

“I’ll tell Dean not to eat Asgard’s pie.” Sam said and looked behind him, seeing Dean sprawled out on his bed, fast asleep. “Hunt must have been successful.” Gabriel shrugged.

“Hunt, date, what ever you want to call it,” Gabriel said. Sam smiled and pushed himself up to kiss Gabriel’s lips.

“I’m glad you’re better,” Sam said.

Gabriel sighed in a dazed, happy way. “I feel like I should say something about mistletoe and kissing.” Sam rolled his eyes and kissed Gabriel, pushing him back down so he could, lay on top of him.

“No mistletoe jokes for the rest of your life.” Sam told him and Gabriel made a noise that was probably temporary agreement. They snuggled up together until Dean woke up and started complaining about them being all mushy while he was in the same room.

okay ficlet with clexa & horses based on this (x) post by @orangeyouglad8
part 1 of ??


clarke’s first thought is that, well, they’re big. she’s seen them from a distance. even up close, a few times, in the past. but seeing one in passing and approaching one with the intent of getting on it were two different things entirely and there was a part of her that wanted to turn tail and run back to the dropship and never come out again because oh my god, she couldn’t do this

there’s more than one of them. there’s three within feet of the gate to the pen they’re held in, though one of them huffs and trots a few yards away as soon as they approach. there’s more further back–drinking water out of the trough or grazing or–or whatever it is that horses do when they’re not carrying people around on their backs. 

she sees a gloved hand reach out for the gate handle and her own hand shoots out to grasp the commander’s arm before she can stop herself. “wait!”

lexa looks at her, eyebrows rising dubiously over dark warpaint, a questioning challenge in her eyes. lexa sends a pointed glance down at her arm and clarke jerks her hand back, faltering over her words. “i–they–” she swallows, glances at the nearest, very large looking horse, and says, “they’re not–” she can’t even get the words out. this isn’t like her. she faced down a pauna, a giant fucking mutated gorilla, and she’s stammering and sweating in the face of a horse

lexa’s brows lower, and her eyes, as green and endless as the surrounding forest, soften. it’s not a look clarke has seen often, but it’s one that she recognizes. it’s the same look lexa gave her after clarke had wrapped up her arm, the same look lexa gives her when she thinks clarke isn’t looking. 

klark,” lexa says, and her tongue wraps sharply around the ‘k’ in her name and somehow makes it sound foreign and unfamiliar and intoxicating. “they won’t hurt you.” then, quieter, “i won’t let them.” 

clarke’s own tongue feels heavy in her mouth, clumsy, and she doesn’t trust herself to speak. Instead, she nods, and watches as lexa pulls open the gate and steps inside, gesturing for her to follow. one of the horses whinnies softly, shaking his—her?—head, whipping the stark-white mane along the back of his neck around, and side steps away from them. clarke doesn’t even know how, but he seems annoyed by their presence, flicking his long tail in their direction and huffing.

“that one is temperamental,” lexa muses, her voice much closer than clarke had expected. She turns when she feels a soft pressure at the small of her back to see lexa standing beside her, one hand bracing clarke gently, and her eyes as soft and tender as she had ever seen them. “don’t worry. You won’t be riding him.” clarke wishes she could breathe a sigh of relief at that, but the thought of riding any of them fills her with more anxiety than she’d like to admit.

lexa’s hand at her back nudges her gently forward, toward the one horse who had not moved at all since their arrival. his head is up now, ears pricked forward and dark eyes fixed on them as they grow closer. clarke wants to think he looks curious, but all her mind can focus on is just how big he seems.

clarke freezes a few feet from him, even at lexa’s nudging. With a soft sigh, lexa pushes her another step forward and she hears the horse let out a sudden huff of breath that makes her flinch.

“hold out your hand,” lexa tells her. only when clarke remains stiff and unmoving does lexa reach down and grab clarke’s hand with her own, raise it, and turn it palm up. then, unbelievably, she takes a step back.

clarke wants to shout at her, but the horse is moving and suddenly there is the feeling of something very soft nudging at her palms and she feels hot puffs of air against her skin and every muscle in her body tightens with anxiety and fear and worry and–a gust of hot air escapes the horse’s nose in a soft whuff and his long head edges closer–closer to clarke’s stiff, trembling body until his lips close around part of her jacket and she lets out a squeak of surprise before she can help it. 

the horse’s head whips up, a soft, almost fluttering sound escaping his lips, but then he drops his head again to nudge at her chest. clarke stumbles back in surprise, hearing a soft chuckle behind her. 

“he’s…” clarke’s hand comes shakily up to the side of the horse’s face, settling uncertainly on the short, soft hair there. “…friendly?” she tries, for lack of a better word. 

lexa smiles as she comes closer, and the horse shifts to pay lexa the same attention, though she, of course, is much more at ease, petting his long nose with slender, gentle hands. clarke remembers those hands and wishes they were on her again. she felt much steadier with lexa’s support behind her. 

“he likes you,” lexa tells her. “he’s a good judge of character.” 

“does he have a name?” 

“we don’t name our horses,” lexa says, her voice dropping to a whisper as if they might be overheard, though clarke’s almost 100% certain lexa had ordered everyone away from the pen for the day. there’s suspiciously few people around when it would usually be bustling with activity this time of day. clarke supposes she should be glad for it–at least there wouldn’t be so many witnesses to her inevitable embarrassment. 

“well,” and lexa looks at her, quirking a single brow in a way that’s–by god, it’s playful, like lexa is just a teenage girl sharing a secret and not the commander of a goddamned army of savage warriors. “we’re not supposed to. horses die often in battle. but this one has a name.” lexa smiles, patting the horse’s head affectionately, and says, “we named him ‘keryon’.” 

keryon,” clarke repeats, and she’s sure she absolutely butchered the pronunciation if lexa’s amused smirk has anything to say about it. “what does that mean?” 



to be continued? maybe… idk

 @alyciasface and also @reshopgoufa cause this will likely end up in our warhorse headcanon universe omg 

persimelinoe  asked:

Hey, I'm going to be out next Saturday, so I can't send an ask then! So how about a character study on Neptune and his fear of water? Thank you~

Sure thing! I kind of get away from the original prompt, but I hope you like it anyway! During the time I was watching RWBY, I was taking a religious studies class and learning about Shiva, and thought about that applying to Neptune.

Hope you liked it!

“It is kind of weird,” Sun remarks, hands tucked comfortably behind his head. “I mean, your name’s Neptune, you fight with a trident, you’re from Mistral—”

           “I have no control over my name, the trident is one of three forms my weapon takes, and I don’t know why you’re bringing up Mistral, because that is the name of a strong, northwesterly wind.” The boy ticks off his responses methodically, counting them off on gloved fingers.

           The redheaded girl beside them laughs quietly, lifting up a hand to try and stifle the noise as both boys glance at her. “You seem to have this well-rehearsed,” she teases lightly.

           Neptune blows out a frustrated breath while sun snickers. “Why does anyone care if I like water or not?” he demands, as the trio make their way around Sanctum’s campus. “Is that relevant? To anything?”

           Sun shrugs. “It’ll probably come up when we cover water-based Grimm,” he offers. “And, you know, any time you look outside, since Mistral is a costal country.” He gestures lazily to their right, at the ocean that glitters just within sight.

           Neptune scowls while Pyrrha giggles to herself again. “It has no effect on my ability to preform as a Hunter, thank you very much,” he snaps.

           The Faunus arches a disbelieving brow as they round a corner. “Really? Your first mission is the middle of the ocean. How do you plan on handling that?”

           “Ignore him,” Pyrrha insists, linking arms with Neptune as the dark-skinned boy makes a move towards his blond partner, who dances out of reach with a self-satisfied smirk. “You will do wonderfully as a Hunter. We all will, or we wouldn’t be here.”

           “But really,” Sun ambles back, bumping shoulders with the other boy. “Why a trident?”

           Neptune sighs, and Pyrrha releases his arm as he pulls his weapon off his back. At his touch, the compact form expands to a guandao. With a deft flick of his wrist, the tip unfolds into a three-pronged trident. It pulsates softly, giving off a watery blue light.

           “The trident has a lot of meanings,” he begins, studying the weapon in his hands. “Neptune is the god of the sea, and he did use a trident, but so did Shiva.”

           Sun pulls a face. “Who?”

           Neptune cracks a smile at his confusion. “Another old god,” he explains, letting the weapon fall slack at his side. “Translated, his name means the auspicious.”

           Pyrrha’s eyes spark with interest, but Sun rolls his.

           “Why do you have to know everything about everything?” he complains.

           “Because I read,” Neptune retorts. “And auspicious means like, favorable. Promising.” His fingers flex where he holds his weapon. “Prosperous.”

           “None of those mean afraid of water,” Sun quips, and Pyrrha deftly elbows him in the ribs.

           “I know what it’s like to have an ill-suited name,” she speaks up, earning the attention of both boys.

           Sun frowns at this too. “What’s wrong with Pyrrha?” he asks.

           She shrugs. “It’s hard not to think of the phrase pyrrhic victory,” she explains, spreading her pale hands. “A win so costly it can almost be considered a loss.”

           Neptune’s eyebrows pull together in concern, but Sun just huffs in annoyance, stepping in between the two and slinging his arms across their shoulders, pulling them both tight against his sides.

           “See, this is your problem,” he declares, rather loudly as they step into Sanctum’s main hall. “You guys read into stuff way too much.”

           “I thought fortune-telling originated in Vacuo,” Neptune deadpans, frowning as he has to stoop to match Sun’s height as they make their way through the hall.

           “Yeah, well, a lot of stupid stuff originated from Vacuo,” Sun replies flippantly.

           “Are you one of those things?” Pyrrha asks politely, grinning at the look of shocked amusement that crosses the Faunus’ face.

           “The point,” he declares, pulling his friends further along—Pyrrha still smiling, Neptune looking distinctly annoyed—“is you guys just gotta let stuff go. Leave it to fate or whatever, you know?”

           Pyrrha and Neptune glance at each other.

           “Fate or whatever,” Neptune repeats dubiously.

           Pyrrha smiles. “I believe in fate,” she agrees brightly.

           “Good.” Sun drops his arms. “So let’s all forget about what our names mean, or what our weapons mean, or anything like that.”

           Upon seeing Sage across the hallway, he drops his hands, bounding off to greet him, and Neptune and Pyrrha step together.

           “What do you suppose?” she asks, lifting a questioning brow.

           Neptune rubs his jaw thoughtfully. “I think he’s just a little sad because he’s the only one without a fun meaning behind his name,” he mutters.

           Across the room, Sun looks up from his conversation with Sage, annoyed.

           “At least I’m not afraid of water!” he shouts, scowling, and Pyrrha giggles while Neptune’s ears turn red.

           “Faunus hearing,” he complains in a grumble, trying to ignore the glances he gets from various students.

anonymous asked:

JayTim, "Can you please stop looking at my ass like you're about to bite it? That's weird. Ever for you"

A/N: Hah, I did it, it even almost makes sense! And putting things in the tag is also working. Thank you, friendly Anon who explained it, whoever you might be!



It all started fairly recently ago, Tim thinks. About two months maybe, just after he spent the night helping Jason to work through an unexpected dose of fear gas. New variety, antidote didn’t work, something that happened every couple of months. Uncomfortable for everyone involved, especially for the poor ass who got dosed, and once it was over, things went back to normal.

Except. Well, this time they didn’t, exactly.

Because ever since that night, Jason’s been… weird. Really weird. He’s been more involved with the rest of the family, but his focus has been on Tim.

At first Tim’s thought that maybe Jason just wanted to make sure he wouldn’t talk about that night. There had been a lot of awkward hugging involved and at one point, even crying. From Jason’s side. Not Tim’s fault, he had offered to just knock him out.

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