at least we have something in common now

anonymous asked:

You are one of my favorite Bellarke writers! Was hoping you can do a prompt about Bellarke trying to drink each other under the table. Or maybe something to do with Drunk! Bellarke

Drunk bellarke, coming right up.

Clarke readjusted her grip on the whiskey bottle and waited.  Bellamy opened his door and immediately his face went from confused to annoyed.  “What are you doing here?”

Clarke pushed his door open and shouldered her way in.  “We’re fixing this,” she announced.

“Fixing what?  And I don’t remember inviting you in, princess,” he said, but he shut the door behind her anyway.  Clarke thumped the bottle down on his table and started opening cabinets until she found shot glasses.

“You and me.  Octavia said she’s going to kill me if we don’t start getting along, so whatever our shit is with each other, we’re going to deal with it.”  She inspected the shot glasses to make sure they were clean— they were, and Bellamy sent a dark look her way for doubting him— and nodded at his table.  “Well?  Sit,” she said, and Bellamy kicked out a chair and flopped into it with ill-humor.

“You know this is my house, right?” he said as she poured each of them a shot.  Clarke ignored him and threw hers back.  “So what are we doing?” he asked, resigned.  “Or are we just going to drink until we don’t hate each other?”

“That’s roughly the plan, yeah,” she said, her eyes watering a little.  She poured herself another shot and waited for Bellamy to take his before topping him off.  “First of all, I don’t hate you.”  Bellamy snorted and she tamped down her irritation.  “I don’t,” she insisted.  “I find you aggravating.  There’s a difference.”

Bellamy cut her a look over the top of his shot glass and sighed.  “I don’t hate you either,” he gritted out.  “Do I have to do this straight?  Can we have chasers?”

“I didn’t bring any, what do you have?”

“Nothing that will work with whiskey.  You seriously didn’t bring a chaser?”

“I didn’t think you’d need one.”

Bellamy closed his eyes in frustration and sighed again.  “Okay, so we don’t hate each other.  We’ve established that.  Now what?”

Clarke shrugged.  “Tell me something about yourself.”  They had to have common ground somewhere, she figured.  She had just never bothered to try and find it, but Octavia and Raven had told her on no uncertain terms that she and Bellamy had to stop bickering or there would be hell to pay.  Booze was the easiest way to bond with someone, so here she was.

It was a plan, at least.  Not a good one, but a plan.

Bellamy, however, was doing his best to sink her plan before it got off the ground. “Tell you what?  You know me.”  He took his second shot and she poured him another one.

She swallowed a groan of annoyance.  “I don’t know, something.  Something that will make me like you.”  This shot of whiskey went down easier, but it still burned in her chest.

“I thought you already said you did.”

“No, I said I didn’t hate you.  Again, there’s a difference,” she retorted, but found a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her lips.  She fought it, but it seemed to her like his eyes were dancing with amusement.

“Okay…I went to senior prom with pink nail polish on because Octavia wanted to help me get ready and I wouldn’t let her put my hair in braids.  Your turn.  Tell me something that will make me like you.”

Clarke couldn’t fight her smile much longer.  “I got suspended my freshman year of high school for calling a teacher a bigot.”

“You got suspended for that?”

“It was supposed to just be detention, but I organized a protest instead of going.  I doubled down so they did too.”

His smile flashed, and she noticed— not for the first time— how handsome he was.


Two hours later, they were officially friends but Bellamy’s floors had started to roll up and down like waves.  Clark stumbled out of his bathroom and tripped halfway down the hall, knocking her shoulder against the wall before tumbling to the ground.

“Shit, are you okay?” he yelled and came careening around the corner only to trip on the rug himself.  He landed next to her on his stomach and she burst into giggles.  He started laughing too and slowly they pushed themselves back into a seated position, Clarke propped against one wall and Bellamy against the opposite one.

“I should go home,” she hiccup-laughed.  “I’m drunk.”

Bellamy’s eyebrows shot up in mock-surprise.  “You’re drunk?  Since when?”

“I’ll call an uber, where’s my phone?” she said, but made no move to stand up.  It was nice to sit like this where she had an unobstructed view of him.

“You shouldn’t call uber, that’s dangerous,” Bellamy stumbled over dangerous, his dark eyes glassy and unfocused.  Just yesterday she probably would have been annoyed with the way he said that; declarative, like she couldn’t take care of herself.  But now she heard the concern that lurked just under the surface.

She waved her hand at him.  “It’s fine.  Murphy works for uber.”

“Exactly.  Murphy works for Uber.  Come on, you can stay here.”  Bellamy stood up and offered her a hand.

“Do I get to sleep in your bed?” she asked, and something deep inside of her stirred a little.

“Not a chance.  I’ve got a couch though,” he said, and she took his hand to let him pull her up.  He pulled a little too hard and she ended up bumping into him.  His chest felt broad and strong, warm under her hands.  Bellamy threw an arm over her shoulders.  “Come on, the couch is this way,” he said, and she leaned into his chest as they walked.  Sober, she might have called it a nuzzle.  Drunk, it was just…something that happened.

Bellamy pressed his cheek against the top of her head and squeezed her shoulder, and Clarke wondered if she’d managed to fix them just a little too well.



So in the cut scene for Genya’s castle gacha, he said:

“Eh, is this a new place?”

“Hmm, I would love it if you add someone girly touch.”

“So you better get the things you want now, eh?”

But apart from this basketful of herbs… 

…everything else is definitely not MC’s stuff - they are Oshu boys’ stuff. Like:

Kagemusha’s eyepatch. Lol, Genya, you need to ask Hana’s MC how to make a decent eyepatch though, yours look subpar, hahahahah. 

Zundamochi cushion - aawwwwww! He does have a soft spot for Masamune (who reminds him of Sakuya)! (d’aaawwwwww). I imagine everyone on Yonezawa has gotten sick of Masamune’s zundamochi, but him. 

Books from Kojuro. I bet he doesn’t read them… I wonder if Kojuro merely lends them though, he hoards books, right? 

Messy wardrobe! You DO have something in common with Kojuro-san, Rokudenashi-san!

and the item that takes the cake is from Shigezane.

That says “Shigezane kara kusuneta shunga” - Shunga stolen from Shigezane. Shunga (literally spring pictures, hence the blossom on the cover) is naughty pictures, sometimes with naughty text or poems in them… 

I bet you have seen at least one… Like this one, 

Hokusai’s Dream of a Fisherman’s Wife (aka, the proto tentacle porn)


now we know what they are talking about when they’re grinning like this!

I am crying. This just reinforces the canon that our Shige is a collector of naughty stuff. (He procured Saizo’s love guides for Masa after all).


I love these Oshu boys!

Silver Spoon Pt. 2

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Seokjin

Genre: Angst/ Romance

A/N: (y/l/n - your last name)

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anonymous asked:

why is it we dont see many watelanders who practice pre war religions (or religious folk in general) in previous games, but it feels very pervasive in fallout 4? especially in regards to christianity.

You know, I was one step away from giving up and just writing down what little I knew, but then Fallout 1 happened and new interesting details kept popping up. I am really glad that I have delayed this response, I hope you will forgive me :)


Religion in Fallout

It’s a complicated topic, and I’ve dreaded the moment someone would come to me and ask what I think about it. The biggest question, of course, is whether or not common wasteland people understand the concept of Christianity. Do they practice it? Do they even know what the word means? Do they have any idea of how pre-war people saw it? Do they have religious beliefs at all, for heaven’s sake?

After playing Fallout 1 I came to the conclusion that religion and the way people perceive it changed over the 200 years. In New Vegas, in “modern” Fallout times, people live more or less “civilized”. No weird beliefs, a pragmatic world view, pretty normal settlements (except for Novac) . Well, In Fallout 1, almost every faction is a cult.

I am not exaggerating. Let’s take a look on the factions of this game. We have: the Brotherhood of Steel, the Followers of the Apocalypse, the Khans (along with the Vipers and Jackals) , the Blades, the Children of the Cathedral, the Gun Runners; among the settlements especially Shady Sands is interesting.

So, some of these factions are pretty well-known. I now understand that I haven’t known them at all.

The Brotherhood seems like a pretty pragmatic bunch - yeah, a bit too fixated on their damn technology, and yes, with an unhealthy view of authority and a bit crazy, but you wouldn’t call them a cult. Well, maybe not in Fallout 3 or New Vegas, but in Fallout 1 they keep talking about their “holy armor” and treat it with the same respect tribes would treat their totems.There are a lot of things they say that makes it clear that they have some kind of sacred and religious relationship with their power armor. 

“The sacred armor is so finely constructed to such exacting specifications that it feels like an extension of the blessed one’s own body […] I would feel diminished without my holy armor”.

Yes, this is how they see it. They’re a lot more cultist in the first game than one might expect. I wonder what the “blessed one” is, too.

Most of us know the Followers of the Apocalypse as these good guys that help people and spread knowledge. Nothing cultist about them in New Vegas - they’re more like the Red Cross of the wasteland. Except that they keep saying these weird things that make them sound like very passionate church goers. 

“Glorious Day to you”.

”All knowledge is holy”.

“Knowledge of our enemies will help us prevail”.

Nicole herself brings a lot of typical religious phrasing into her speeches and mentions the “sanctity of their library”. The Vault Dweller can ask her “what they worship, not what they do or believe in.

The Children of the Cathedral are nut jobs and the whole wasteland knows that, but the hate the Followers hold towards them makes the whole situation look like a fight between two cults. It’s like I’m witnessing another one of those gang shootings, except this time they are very passionate believers.

Honestly, the fact that they have a cross as a symbol makes so much sense now.

The Blades, that live just outside of Adytrum and are referred to as a gang, look more like a tribe, really. There’s also a guy in their hide-out that surrounded himself with various bottles of Nuca-Cola and preaches to his people, trying to bring them to understand the true meaning of this drink (he’s also very upset about the fact that they ran out of diet cola). Gun Runners used to be a gang and now live in their little, secure and closed-off community. Shady Sands is a whole new level of weird, to be quite honest. Because even though they are a settlement, and cannot be considered a cult, they have some attributes that just make you think of tribes and religions and cults and such. In the middle of the town they have this weird monument standing:

Personally, it reminds me of the Hammurabi Codex, but that might be just me. There are some similarities though. And I can’t possibly be the only one that finds this town map really confusing.

It’s not so much the map itself as it is the fact that it looks so Egyptian and Mesopotamic. Why? Why would a post-war village located in former California hold such antique vibes and have so many similarities with these ancient cultures?

And the possibly best part is “Dharma”.

Katharina: “Dharma watched over me”.

Dharma appears to be the deity settlers in Shady Sands believe in. It isn’t entirely clear who or what it is, but in our world Buddha’s teachings are called dharma as well. It is also used to refer to other old-world Indian belief systems, including Hinduism, Jainism, and Sikhism. I realize that it has very little to do with Egypt and Mesopotamia, but it’s still weird.

This, as far as I can tell, is as close as the world of Fallout 1 comes to modern religions. The fact that Shady Sands reveres a deity that is possibly related to Buddhism, raises a whole lot of questions. First of all, why Buddhism? How did it happen that the group that emerged from Vault 15 practices this religion? Why not the more common Christianity? The vault experiment was all about putting four very different groups of people in one bunker to see what was going to happen. If they are revering a certain Dharma, is it possible that the vault dwellers that have been put in Vault 15 already had beliefs similar to the ones of the Shady Sands settlers? If so, what was the reasoning behind choosing these people and not the more common Christians?

Second group of questions is all about which consequences it might have had in the future NCR. Shady Sands being the capital of the Republic and its cultural, historical and political heart, should have a major impact on people’s lives - and in this case I mean cultural impact. I would expect that a religion that is practiced in a place that later starts to grow and grow and grow until it is big enough to be considered a country and a nation, will become pretty common - even among those, whose parents haven’t been born in Shady Sands. So, what now? Can it be assumed that many NCR troopers know what Dharma is and believe in this god, maybe even know only of this one god? Is this the common religion in the NCR territory, especially in the areas that have been part of the Republic for a long time now? The places we visit in Fallout 1, for example.

It’s something to consider. Of course, modern NCR citizens seem to be less religious, or at least, don’t show it so much. Which makes sense, because the NCR isn’t a small semi-tribal community anymore. Anyways, here, look at what Shady Sands settlers are supposed to look like:

I really wanted to show it.

Dharma brings me to the topic of mono- and polytheism. Obviously, the citizens of Shady Sands are monotheistic, but what about other settlements? There’s at least one city that has multiple gods - Adytrum.

Jon Zimmerman, the town “major” (who has, in fact, zero authority) tells the Vault Dweller that “they are a humble, god fearing town” - but if the player agrees to help him, he cries out “Thank the gods”. Unfortunately, he doesn’t tell more. But I believe it is safe to say that people outside of Shady Sands tend to believe in multiple gods, although I’m not saying that it can be automatically applied to every settlement.

Point is that the religious beliefs of the wastelanders (in Fallout 1) vary greatly - from monotheistic to polytheistic, from Dharma to power armor. The important thing is, that 80 years after the bombs dropped, nearly every community is religious in some way - even if they aren’t a cult. The interesting question is, why it isn’t Christianity that made a comeback after the apocalypse. Why aren’t Fallout’s people believing in the same god that has already been well-known and loved by the people of pre-war America?

One possible explanation would be that people grew disillusioned in Christianity after the world was literally destroyed, but I’m not really buying that. Continuing to worship a god that already exists is a lot easier than coming up with new ones. Besides that, every time in our history that a major religion has changed, it was because another god has replaced them. It’s always a nation preaching and confirming other people in their beliefs, or conquering new lands and making people worship another god forcefully - it’s always one god dying and being replaced by another one. We do not see that in Fallout 1. Instead of that, we have multiple cults, different religions, ranging from Nuca-Cola worship to the Master’s plans. The only way I see that happening is if the Old America was, for the most part, atheistic.

In current times, it wouldn’t be hard to find a bible and read everything you need to know about Christianity - there are the churches, the motels, the prisons, all of them should be stocked with bibles. I don’t know if pre-war America was the same, but if so, it didn’t help Christian beliefs to stay as prevalent as they are in our times. Which makes sense, if you ask me.

The U.S.A. has been incredibly advanced in regards to technology. Two things should be considered here: 

  1. as science advances, religion becomes less important. That’s a common development. 
  2. the stuff that the old U.S. government did - all these experiments with human subjects, the merging of different living beings (think of Big Empty) - would have been impossible in a very religious country. Protests would have to be expected. 

So, either religion was naturally replaced by science, or the U.S. government made some extra effort to repress religion, and turn the church into a very insignificant player. Or maybe both. Either way, it seems reasonable to assume that pre-war America was, for the most part, atheistic, which is why so many small and new religions started popping up after the war.

But that’s the state of the world 80 years after the Great War. What about modern Fallout times?

I can’t say anything about Fallout 2, since I haven’t played it yet, but that might be unnecessary anyways. What’s important is that by the time of New Vegas the NCR has turned into a nation, and people of the Mojave Wasteland seem to be living in towns and cities - not as cults. It seems, that a natural development took place, during which cults died out. The NCR citizens culturally merged together - whether Dharma remains a known deity remains to be discussed. But the people of Adytrum, the Blades, the people of Shady Sands are one nation now. If they kept living as cults, they would have never managed to form a republic.

The East coast is a bit different though.

The Capital Wasteland didn’t undergo the same kind of development the West Coast went through. Even after 200 years it remains a desolate wasteland without any kind of government. Which is probably why there are more religions and cults there, than are in the Mojave and the NCR.

In Fallout 3, we hear of a certain Abbey of the Road that is located somewhere west of the Commonwealth - we know this from Marcella who happens to be one of the missionaries of this Christian church. I am going to take a guess here, that if a missionary can come as far as to the Capital Wasteland, they sure as hell actively roam the Commonwealth and convert people into their beliefs.

Unlike the Capital Wasteland, the Commonwealth is more organized, and has big important cities. This way, it is much easier for the Christian missionaries to preach and teach their religion and actively bring the word of god to Commonwealth citizens. I don’t think we saw or heard of them in Fallout 4, but it’s a fact that they exist and live somewhere in the Commonwealth area. I think this is how and why people living in this area know of Christianity more than most wastelanders.

And this is the answer to you initial question, I suppose. I talked too much about other things, but I wanted to draw the whole picture and show how I think religions in Fallout developed and why they are the way they are in different areas and timelines.

As usual, a small summary at the very end:

1. Almost every community in Fallout 1, 80 years after the war, has some kind of non-Christian cult.

2. This happened because pre-war America was, for the most part, atheistic. Otherwise people would have continued to preach Christianity - a religion that seems to be almost nonexistent in the world after the war.

3. Shady Sands settlers practice some derivation of Buddhism. Which means that Buddhism might be one of the main religions in the NCR.

4. The Capital Wasteland is somewhere on the developmental level of Fallout 1 California, which is why they still have so many different religions and cults.

5. The Commonwealth is different because a) they are more organized and developed and b) there is a Christian church west of the Commonwealth that sends missionaries to preach their religion.

6. This is why Christianity is more prevalent in the Commonwealth.

jace/simon + the accidental first date (2.7k)

simon is contemplating the merits of daydrinking.

he’s standing with jace, a block down from the restaurant where they’re supposed to be meeting clary, wondering if his silent pleas for her to hurry are actually working, and wholeheartedly wishing he was drunk right now.

it had been clary’s idea for the three of them to grab lunch in the first place. she picked the restaurant where she and simon had gone to celebrate when simon realized he could eat human food again (as opposed to humans as food, which simon does not miss at all).

simon had agreed because clary asked, and he imagines that jace agreed for similar reasons. and now they’re both standing here, sans clary, basically suffering. simon gave up long ago on ever trying to speak to jace without a guardian present; it’s too difficult and probably also extremely dangerous. this concept, of course, was not at all inspired by his massive, embarrasing crush on jace.

simon is at a loss. this is nothing like when he had unrequited feelings for clary. at least with her he knew how to hold a conversation. maybe it wasn’t always what he wanted to say, but he could string together sentences full of actual words, which is a feat that seems almost impossible right about now, with jace three feet in front of him, looking some ethereal combination of bored and stupidly hot.

and that’s it. simon can’t take the silence anymore. he’s gotta say something.

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1 year, 1 month, 1 day

I keep forgetting to write this post so I’m gonna do it now. On the 21st of January 2016 I created this account. 1 year, 1 month and 1 day later 34,483+ people have decided to follow me. I can quite honestly say comparing my mental health then to now, I am so much better. I’m finding myself enjoying things more, I’m a lot more focused on school and making myself proud, and tbh with me being in my second last year of school I don’t even have time to think about being sad. I must be at least, what 4-5 months clean? Maybe even more. What I’m trying to say is, you can get better. I know most of you follow me because you relate to my posts and I’m so sorry that’s something we have to share in common. But I’m finding myself feeling a lot better lately, and if I can, so can you. So thank you for this brilliant year, never in a million years could I have thought so many people would want to follow my account. I’ve had some weird experiences talking to people on here but I’ve also met some amazing people. You know who you are !!
I love you all and please remember I am always here to talk! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

A Group Effort

Anon: I would love to see my boy Lance with a headcold!! Make him suffer :’)

Anon: i’d like to see Lance with a headcold! and i dont care more than that. just as long as i can see my boy with a snuffly nose.

A/N: This is my first cold-based fic! I’m much more used to fever- and stomach-based things, so here we go with expanding horizons! Pray for me and spelling out sneezes. This had a lot of Lance and Keith still hating each other, it almost hurt my heart to write after all the Klance stuff.

It’s silent in space. It is a vacuum, there’s no medium for sound to travel through. Even while in their lions, practicing maneuvering through fodder the castleship threw at them, the paladins remained silent and focused.
It didn’t last long.
“Alright. That’s it. I’m done. I’m going back to the castle.”
The other four paladins sounded off in Keith’s ear.
“Wait, why?”
“I don’t understand.”
“What’s happening?”
“What is it, Keith?”
“I am done listening to Lance sneeze into the intercom.”

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The Quest for The Lost Treasure (Part 5)

Pairing: Adventurer!Jason Todd x Adventurer!Reader

Word Count: 2138

Summary: In university, you discover that an ancient treasure supposed to have been “found” was actually still lost. Determined to be the one to find it, you set off on a journey to find it, and run into Jason Todd and his adventurer posse. With Jason’s expertise of the land, and your natural talent for adventuring, you two are the perfect mix. Will you find the treasure smoothly? Or will you fail and lose a friendship? 

Warnings: foul language, jason half naked, falling in holes

 A/N I hope y’all like this! Sorry it took forever

Parts: 1  |  2  |  3  | 4 |

Reader POV

When I wake up I look around for my glasses (yes I’m blind) and put them on when I find them. I grab my phone to look at the time. It’s 8:00 am. I put on some clothes and leave my tent. I see Tim sitting on a log with a tin mug.

“Hi.” I say suddenly.

“Hey.” He lifts up his mug.

“What are you drinking?” I ask as I sit down next to him.

“Coffee. Always coffee,” Tim brings the cup to his lips and drinks the beverage.

“Nice. I just wanted you to know that last night I found out something. Something big,” I turn to him. Tim looks at me while still drinking his coffee. He nods.

“It turns out that–” I start, but get interrupted by a grunt.

“Morning,” Jason steps out of his tent, his hair all messy, and in nothing but a pair of boxers. My cheeks heat up as he stretches.

“Morning,” I squeak.

“What are you talking about? This early in the morning?” He sits across from Tim and I.

“Stuff,” I respond.

“What kinda stuff?” Jason asks.

“None of your business,” I quickly say. 

“Everything is my business,” Jason crosses his arms. Arms. Oh my god.

“I beg to differ actually. Now if you excuse me, I’m gonna go and get ready.” I stand up and March over to my tent. 

I sit down inside and begin packing my backpack, then my duffel bag. I really need a shower. I smell like a pig. Ugh. Maybe we’ll come across a waterfall or something. I leave my tent, and Jason is still there in his boxers. I roll my eyes. “Just ignore him, Y/N.” my subconscious says. I take her advice and begin taking down my tent. 

“Y/N what are you doing?” Jason asks me.

“Taking down my tent, duh,” I point to it.

“We’re gonna stay here for another day, though,” Jason says.

“Nope, we’re leaving, we have to get a head start. I mapped out the fastest and safest route to take and if we don’t get started soon, then we’ll be wandering around in the dark, and that’s the last thing I want,” I explain. Jason furrows his eyebrows at me.

You mapped out the route? I always do it,” he says.

“Well news flash, a I know how a map works and how to plan out routes. You’re not the only one,” I roll my eyes and pack the tent up in its bag.

“I–but–you–fuck this,” Jason says and walks back to his tent. He climbs inside and it’s just me and Tim again.

“You just made him very uncomfortable.” Tim laughs and takes a drink from his coffee cup.

“I can tell,” I laugh. “Is he always like that?”

“Egotistical and cocky? No. Jason Todd has a heart. But I’m not sure why he’s been acting like that lately,” Tim shrugs.

“Good to know. Hurry up, we have to leave in the next 20 minutes in order to get to another campsite by sundown. I’ll see if we can discuss what I discovered on the way there,” I say to him.

“Don’t worry I’m the one who gets ready fast. It’s Dick you should be worried about,” Tim gets up and goes back to his tent.

“I HEARD THAT!” Dick yells from his tent.

“WILL YOU SHUT UP GRAYSON YOU’RE SO LOUD!” Damian soon follows after.

“I CAN HEAR YOU FROM MY TENT!” Jason suddenly shouts. I facepalm and sit down on a log.

“Why. Are. Boys. So. Stupid.” I repeatedly facepalm myself. 

It’s gonna be a long trip.

About 3 hours into our trek through the rainforest, Tim materializes at my side.

“So what did you discover Y/N?”

“Alright keep your voice low, this is between you and I. Last night I was up mapping this route. I compared your map with mine and discovered that we’re already on the city. It’s underground. It goes for miles and miles, but there’s only one entrance, and it’s a cave about 70 miles north. That’s where we’re going.” I explain.

“The city is…underground? But how?” Tim asks.

“I don’t know, but something tells me that we’re not gonna have an easy time getting there. On my map it has drawings of monsters in certain locations. For example, big ass spiders in 3 miles. Like from the Hobbit.” I say to him.

“You’re telling me we have to go through a forest of giant spiders? I thought you said you planned out the safest route!” Tim whisper yells.

“Out of the three, this was the safest. The other ones had scorpions, king cobras. But they’re all myths. For all we know, they could be fake,” I speculate.

“Or real,” Tim counters.

“Way to be an optimist, Timothy,” I say sarcastically.

“Hey! What are you two dork-faces talking about?” Jason runs up to us and throws his arms around our shoulders. “Planning some alone time for later?” He smirks.

I push Jason off of me and speed walk forward, slashing giant leaves with my machete. He had the nerve to say that to my face! What an asshole.

“Hey! Slow down Lara Croft!” Jason calls out.

“We have no time to lose! Keep up!” I yell back. I stomp away out of anger and embarrassment, and then I don’t feel the ground beneath me anymore.

Jason POV

One second I see Y/N, and the next, she’s gone.

“What the hell? Where’d she go?” I ask as I come to a stop.

“She fell or something we have to go see what happened. This way!” Tim says and starts running in the direction Y/N was just in.

“Oh we’re running now? Okay,” I shake my head as I follow Tim.

“HEY WHERE’S TODD AND DRAKE?!” I hear Damian behind me. I turn around and find Dick and Damian looking around confusedly.

“OVER HERE!” I wave. They look over and run toward me. 

“Y/N disappeared, Tim went to go find her,” I explain.

“How’d she disappear?” Dick asks. 

“I don’t know, Dickaroo, maybe she has invisibility powers or something,” I say with sarcasm.

“Ha ha, funny,” Dick rolls his eyes as we see Tim leaning over a large hole in the ground.

“Timmy what’s going on?” I walk over and peer inside. Y/N is on the ground and probably unconscious.

“She’s bleeding. I think she got cut by a branch or something falling down. You’re gonna have to clean it later, Jason,” Tim says as he gets out a rope from his pack. 

“What if I don’t want to?” I put my hands on my hips.

“You have to; you’re the only one with first aid training here,” Tim makes a knot and puts a stake in the ground. He wraps the rope around the stake and throws it into the hole.

“I’ll be right back. Make we’re not being followed,” Tim says and starts descending on the rope. 

I stand up again and brush off my hands.

“I can’t believe she fell in a hole,” I run a hand through my hair.

“Maybe if you hadn’t pissed her off she wouldn’t have stormed away and been more careful of her surroundings,” Dick retorts. I look at him angrily. He was blaming me for this?!

“Maybe you shouldn’t have brought her on this excursion, Grayson. I made it clear we don’t let in outsiders,” I remind him.

“You need to chill, Todd,” Damian pipes up.

“Stay out of this, short stack.” I hiss. 

“Jason, honestly I’m tired of your behavior! Get your head out of your ass for once! Y/N isn’t going to betray us like Bruce did. She’s different. You’re too blinded by your emotions to see that,” he tells me. I take in what he says and try to formulate an argument. Nothing.

“Listen it is my job to take care of this team. It is my job to lead it. If you have a problem with how I run things, then go and make your own team. And take Y/N with you since you like her so fucking much!” I yell.

“Fine! I will!” Dick yells back.

“Hey guys?” Tim grunts from behind us.

He has Y/N on his shoulder and he’s struggling to get out of the hole. Dick immediately goes over to help, taking her off of Tim’s hands.

I see him trying to wake her up but I know she’s gonna be out for a few hours. Soon after, Tim throws her pack out of the hole and onto our level. Then he climbs out and lies on the ground, panting heavily. 

“Is Y/N okay?” Damian stands up and walks over to her. Dick leans down and puts an ear to her chest. Smooth.

“She’s breathing. She’s just knocked out. Should we continue traveling?” Dick asks.

“We’ve only been walking for 3 hours. We should at least go until lunch.” I say.

“Okay. Jason, go ahead and patch up her cut. I’ll check Y/N’s map to see where we’re supposed to go.” Tim tells me. I roll my eyes and get out the first aid kit and begin cleaning the giant gash on her thigh. Jesus Christ. It had to be her thigh.

I slowly apply antiseptic, and suddenly I hear a hiss. I look at Y/N, and her face is twisted in pain.

“That hurts,” she groans. I could’ve made a comment about how it was her fault she fell in a hole, but I keep quiet. I continue fixing up her leg, and soon I’m done.

“Okay now let’s go. Tim, lead the way,” I turn to him.

“I can’t get up.” Y/N props herself up on her elbows.

“That’s not my problem. You’re the one who fell in a hole,” I furrow my eyebrows at her. Without saying a word she rolls over and begins standing up. She stands for a second before falling again, but Dick catches her. I roll my eyes.

“Okay, no. I’ll carry you,” he tells her. I roll my eyes again. How cute.

“I’m fine.” Y/N says.

“No you’re not. Come on. I’ll carry you piggyback. At least until you can walk again.” He offers.

“K, fine. Only because I don’t have energy to argue. Let’s just go,” she says. I pick up my pack and Y/N’s.

“I can take that Jason,” Tim says.

“I can too. Look at that; we finally have something in common. Now let’s go.” I turn and start going back to our original path.

Can’t waste time. There’s a crown waiting with my name on it.

 Reader POV

I passed out while Dick was carrying me so I don’t remember much, but I do wake up hungry.

“What…what happened?” I rub my eyes.

“Guys she’s awake!” I hear Tim’s voice. Footsteps approach me and I blink a few times to get my vision back to normal.

“Y/N, how are you feeling?” I hear Dick ask me.

“Hungover.” I grunt as I slowly sit up. I’m in my tent, I notice. How? I didn’t set it up. Dick, Tim and Damian are at my tent entrance.

“I guess that’s a good way to explain it,” Tim shrugs.

“So, what happened?” I ask again.

“You fell down a hole,” Damian says bluntly.

“And you cut your leg. Then you passed out while Dick carried you here. That’s it,” Tim explains.

“Where's….what’s his face? Jason?” I ask, waving a hand to the tent entrance.

“He’s in his tent.” Dick tells me.

“Oh. Where are we?” I lay back down. Tim crawls in and lays next to me. He holds up the map so I can see it.

“We are here,” he points to a blue circle on the map. We only traveled 25 of the 50 mile path I planned. “About halfway of the path you drew.”

“Were there any giant spiders?” I raise an eyebrow.

“No, and no giant scorpions or king cobras,” he smiles at me. I let out a sigh of relief.

“Sounds good. Is there anything to eat? I’m hungry,” I sit up again.

“I made some baked beans. I saved you some. Jason almost ate it,” Dick informs me.

“That sounds delicious,” I grin.

“Alright guys. Let’s give her some space. I’ll be back with a cup of baked beans and water.” Dick says and Tim crawls out of my tent. He zips it up after he leaves.

I fell. In a hole. And I didn’t see it. It must have been a trap, which means there are people nearby. Perhaps some local tribes? If that’s the case we need to be careful.

 We came here for the crown. Not a war.


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Admiring the view

@solangeloismymoonlight I hope this plays to what you had in mind, it ended up longer than I thought but I had fun with this.

Based on a head canon by Solangeloismymoonlight

Will always takes a camera when he goes to visit historical landmarks but he forgets to take pictures every single time because he gets so excited about just being there.

My addition: Nico or someone knows that Will would forget to take the photo so they end up taking the picture and have lots of pictures of Will admiring the view.


“Nico come on!” Will was practically bouncing, he was so excited that they had been granted permission to leave camp; everyone had agreed that Will had been over worked lately and deserved a vacation and Nico had opted to take him to see camp Jupiter and sight see along the way to help him relax.

They had stopped at different places along the way, stopping at different tourist attractions and taking plenty of pictures. Well that is to say Nico was taking plenty of pictures, Will would find the perfect thing to photograph but then would get caught in the moment and just stand there with his camera in hand so Nico would snap a picture and then get one of Will too because he couldn’t resist.

Now they had reached San Francisco and Will had wanted to see the Golden gate bridge so they headed over. Nico had of course seen it before but it was different now that he was here with Will. And he had to admit that the son of Apollo’s enthusiasm was contagious and he was having fun following Will around.

“Would you slowdown Will, we don’t have to rush anywhere. Besides you’re about to run through some ghosts.” That at least got Will to slow down and wait. “Oh, sorry.” That was something Nico loved about Will, he wasn’t creeped out by something like that, he was more concerned about if he bothered a ghost. “I don’t see them, did they run away?” Will asked looking around.

“They’re gone now; it’s probably just because I’m here. You know the whole son of Hades thing.” It’s common knowledge that the bridge was the place many people had died, not just the amount of suicides that had taken place there but also with those who died during the construction. But aside from those there were also ghosts of demigods, both Greek and Roman milling about, though none were causing any problems for anyone so Nico didn’t bother them.

They followed the tour that they were on and took pictures when they could, Will constantly paused to take a picture but got lost to the beauty of the light coming of the surface of the water or birds flying by so Nico took the opportunity to take his picture and then come up behind him to see what he was looking at from the same angle to capture the moment for him as best he could.

“Hey Nico Look!” Will was pointing to something and Nico turned to see the large groups of seals sunbathing on the piers as they continued their tour. He couldn’t help smiling along as he saw how Will’s face lit up at the sight. He was like an overly excited kid, well technically he was right? But it was really amusing to see the amount of joy flowing through Will as he took in the sights and sounds around them.

Nico made sure to take plenty of photos of the seals for Will because the goof was too mesmerized to even reach for his camera. “Look Nico aren’t they cute?” Will asked with a bright smile on his face. “You say that about just about everything you know that?” Nico said with a smirk. “But yes they are really cute.” Will turned and placed a quick kiss on Nico’s cheek. “Don’t worry Deathboy, you’re still the cutest.” Will said with a huge smile on his face.

Nico laughed. “I have photos from the past few days that say otherwise, have you seen yourself?” Will laced his fingers with Nico’s as they continued on. “Well I guess we’ll need to do a comparison then, on the way back we should stop at the same places and get pictures of you this time.” Nico hummed in response like he was thinking it over but really there was no need, he knew that no matter how many times they visited those places the joy and wonder in Will’s eyes wouldn’t fade any and he wouldn’t mind seeing it again and again.

Nico began to swing their joined hands slightly as they walked along. They still had a bit of time left before they had said they’d be at Camp Jupiter anyway so they could take their time like this for now. “That sounds fine, just do me a favor and get someone else to take the photo for you. That way we’ll actually have a photo.”

Will pretended to pout but couldn’t keep from laughing. “Yeah, okay. I know I get distracted easily, it’s just that I’ve always wanted to do things like this and I get so caught up in the moment that I just kind of forget.” He shrugs and smiles. “Thanks for getting the extra camera; I can’t wait to get the photos developed. I already have a photo album picked out that we can use.” Nico wasn’t surprised in the least.

“Just wait until we get to New Roam, I’ll ask Hazel or Reyna to take the pictures for us that way we don’t have to miss anything.” Will happily agreed. “Yeah and that way we’ll have some with us together, I can’t wait.” Neither could Nico. “Thank you for bringing me, I never thought I’d get the chance to do this especially with everything that’s happened in the past few years.”

Nico understood and was glad that Will was enjoying this so much. “You’re welcome Sunshine, you really deserve this and I’m glad I got to come with you.” He hoped that they would get the chance to do more things like this, but even if they couldn’t for a long time at least they had the pictures to look back on and remember this. This was something that they would both remember fondly each time they flipped through the photo album for years to come.


Alex decided to take Zoe’s advice and talk to Luke more about Sport and other stuff to bond more.

Alex: Hey.. Dad! I saw you doing your daily workout for work and I was wondering… when I am older, can you show me how to work out? 

Luke: Of course buddy! I feel like you’ll be the one showing me how to work out now you are in the Basketball team!!

But seriously, I’m glad your into you sport, we can definitely do more together when your older! 

Alex smiled grew larger as he readied he does have things in common with his Dad. Even though he will always feel that little bit distant from him, at least he will be able to do something with him.

I’m now intrigued about this, until now we had only met Homeworld gems that seemed to know there was still life on Earth, but apparently most of Homeworld thinks the Earth is a dead planet now.

I wonder if the true effect of the “Diamond attack” is something common Homeworld population is not aware of, or if maybe the “Diamond attack” would have normally destroyed all life on the planet (or gem life at least…?) but something went wrong when used against the Earth, and corruption was just an unnexpected consequence.

title: never fade away

-request: reader is few years younger than jerome.

Ever since you had learned how to talk, you had always heard about all of the crimes that tended to take place in your city. Gotham was a mess, and everyone was well aware of that fact. As the years went on, the news reports of psychopaths and homicidal freaks running around and causing havoc in Gotham became immaterial to the city’s inhabitants. Men who killed and ate women, women who murdered their parents, and boys who killed their mothers weren’t particularly a big deal. After all, it seemed as if things like that happened daily.

As you grew older and made the transitions from elementary school, to middle school, to high school, you managed to create a schedule for yourself. Wake up at 6:30, complain about how you didn’t want to wake up until 7, then rush to get ready and walk to school. You would’ve driven of course, but you didn’t own a car yet. This was due to the fact that you were only 15 and not legally allowed to do that. Then you’d get to school, sit and learn and take tests for 6 and a half hours, then walk a few blocks to get to a theater company for rehearsals until 5. (You preferred to do shows outside of your school’s department because you enjoyed being able to miss school in order to perform.) Then, once rehearsals ended, you walked to a cafe down the street from the theater to study and do homework until it was time to come home. You would’ve just gone straight home to do that last bit, but you focused better in busy places, for some reason unknown. You also enjoyed looking out the windows of the cafe and seeing people go about their daily lives. It was a pastime of yours, and a way to de-stress when school started getting to you.

Gotham was full of tall, pallid buildings that scraped the sky. When you were little, you loved tilting your head as far as it could go to see the tops of them. It seemed as if they were millions and billions of feet tall, never ending. Now, however, you preferred keeping your head down and never looking away from the pavement. Doing the same as everyone else meant you wouldn’t be sticking out or drawing attention to yourself. In a city full of monsters and freaks, being different could grab the attention of one of them. That was the last thing you ever wanted. (You should have known, though. You should have known. No one can can stay backstage forever. Sooner or later you had to stand out to someone. Just your luck it was a maniacal ginger with homicidal tendencies.)

It started on a typical Tuesday. Typical for you, at least. For Jerome, it was the day you changed his life.

The breakout at Arkham had taken place a few days before. This was the day that Jerome and his band of miscreants were to make their debut to the city as the next big group of criminals, the “maniax”. Jerome sat atop the Gotham Gazette building, giving orders on where to throw their victims and cackling at every *snap* when another body hit the pavement. As he sat their admiring his handiwork, watching the people below in horror each time a new body hit the ground, something caught his eye. Or rather, someone. The girl wasn’t pushing through the crowd to get a better look at the deceased men on the street, but walking away from it. He was enthralled by her. She walked briskly down the street, not even bothering to look in the direction of the crime scene he had created.

He was offended at first. This was art, or course, and he had made it! Everybody should have been captured by it, and yet, the girl wasn’t! But then he got a clearer look at her face, once she got closer to where his view was.

He nearly stopped breathing once he saw her. She had to have been younger than him, this he could tell just from seeing her. How much younger, he wasn’t positive, but it was now his mission to find out. He wanted her age, her name, where she lived, and how to get her. He found her astonishingly beautiful. She had captured his attention, and he found it only fitting that he had to do the same to her.

Immediately after the job was finished and he was back at his savior’s penthouse, he told him all about her and how urgent it was that he found her as soon as possible.

“She just had this… this face, Theo,” he told the man, who was instantly interested as soon as Jerome began speaking of some girl on the street. “She looked so pure. And innocent. I think she’s young, younger than me, but I don’t care. That’s not what’s important here, my friend. What’s important is that we find her so that I can have her. I need to find her.” And find her he did. After describing what he could of your face to the man and his sister, they set out their sources to figure out all the information they could about the girl.

One man who worked for him reported back that she went to a school in the area, her name was (y/n) (l/n), and that she walked to and from every day. As soon as Jerome heard this, he got giddy. He could finally get her! The girl who hadn’t left his thoughts since the day he first saw her! He knew nothing of her personality, but hoped she was exactly how he imagined her- pure, bubbly, carefree, and willing to become his.

Not long after he found out who she was, he struck to get her.

For you, nothing seemed out of the ordinary that day. Your walk to school was the same as it had always been, and your day had been relatively mundane and just like the rest of them. You went to rehearsals right after school with some friends. Once it was over, headed to your favorite cafe to do homework and get some coffee. You walked out the doors of the school and began down the empty sidewalk that led to the busy streets of downtown.

Nothing seemed unusual, as nothing ever did. At least not until you were grabbed by someone. They placed their hand over your mouth to muffle your screams, and had a rag with some chemical on it, you could smell it. A few breaths, and you got dizzier and dizzier, and you realized that you were being kidnapped and drugged and fought to stay awake. That was a futile attempt, much to your later dismay.

You awoke tied to a chair in an open room, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. You looked around the room to familiarize yourself with your surroundings, and the first thing that caught your eye was a handsome, tall boy with ginger hair and a chilling grin placed on his porcelain face.

“Good! You’re awake! Nice to meet you (y/n), the name’s Jerome.” He stepped closer to you and knelt down at your side. His face was dangerously close to yours. “Now, I know this is all very sudden for you,” he took on a serious tone, “but I promise there’s nothing to worry about. I know you’ll be happy here. You have me, of course, who wouldn’t be!” The boy let out a chuckle at himself. “But no good relationship can happen without background information. So. How old are you, (y/n)? What are your hobbies? What do you like to do?” His fingers traced lightly along your arm as he spoke, his voice low, like a whisper, and you got goosebumps.

What in the world was he talking about? Good relationships? “Having” him? Your mind was racing for an explanation. You didn’t want to consider the obvious answer, that he kidnapped your for the express purpose of becoming your boyfriend. That thought nearly revolted you, and also scared you beyond belief.

,p>“Babes? He-llo? You there?” His hand waved in front of your face and brought you back to reality. “Are you gonna answer my question, or am I gonna have to get one of my friends to find out for me?”

“Fifteen,” you whispered, your throat dry and voice hoarse. Jerome noticed this.

“Poor thing. You need some water.” He stood up and stroked your hair as he walked away. He returned with a glass of water and brought it up to your lips for you to drink. You took a sip, the refreshing cool liquid soothing you, and he was content. “So fifteen huh? I figured as much. Not a terrible age gap, anyhow. I’m eighteen,” he gestured to himself. “So tell me something about yourself, (y/n). What do you like?”

You knew it was best to go along with the conversation, at least for now. Upsetting a person who was obviously very mentally unstable was not very appealing. “Um, I… I like acting,” you told him quietly, the fear overtaking your ability to speak loudly.

This information perked his interest. “An actress?” He smiled. “Then I think that’s something we have in common, girlie. I happen to be an actor. I’m good at getting peoples’ attention. D'ya catch a glimpse of my latest work?” He grabbed a newspaper and pointed to a picture on the front page. Dead men lay on the ground in a line, with letters spray painted on them which spelled out “MANIAX!” He took notice of your widened eyes and said “Yeah, my guys and I did that. I’m the boss of our little gang. We’re gonna be pretty big.” He was so confident of himself. You ventured to think even narcissistic. “Lucky for you, though. You get to be a gangster’s girlfriend. D'ya know that?” he asked, kneeling back down in front of you. His hands placed themselves on either side of your head and he pushed a few stray hairs behind your ear. “I’ll keep ya safe, of course. I won’t let anything hurt you. You’re too young to get hurt. Too pure.” His eyes stared unfaltering into your own.

Just be quiet, just stay calm, you thought to yourself. If you don’t react, maybe he’ll lose interest. Maybe he’ll let you go. You can get through this, you told yourself. His attention was brought away from your face suddenly. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He stood up and moved behind you, and untied your hands so that you could move them. “I hope they weren’t too tight. Just didn’t want you freaking out when you woke up.” He moved to untie your legs next, and when he was done, he carefully grabbed your arm to help you stand up. He started to lead you out of the room and said, “I promised Babs and Tabitha I’d bring you to them when you woke up. They’re so excited to have another girl to play with. But don’t worry, babe. If you wanna leave I’ll be right there. I just want you to be happy, (y/n). We can be happy together.” He’d stopped walking and looked directly into your eyes as he towered over you.

You were determined to not let your fear show. But as he spoke of the two of you being together, you were inwardly having a small panic attack. Did this mean you’d never see your family again? Would you ever be able to even leave this place? Was he expecting anything from you aside from your good graces and willingness to be with him?

He saw the look of panic momentarily take over your angelic, radiant face, and frowned. “No, no, don’t be afraid! Don’t worry about a thing, baby. I’ll always be right by your side. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll always keep you safe. You’re too innocent to be hurt, don’t you see?” He pulled you into him and you were encompassed into his strong arms. He gently stroked your hair and it brought you chills. You could see it now. There was no escaping your predetermined fate. It was obvious he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

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Something I Can Never Have

A/N::Here’s a little something I wrote when I was feeling down. Hope you enjoy. I also added fitting pictures throughout the story; hopefully they aren’t too distracting. Stay awesome! - Deana::

==You have repressed your feelings for the older Winchester, until one day you get overwhelmed with the feeling of being invisible to him and can’t help but break down.

+Dean x femReader

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep. “Ugh!” You grunted and rolled over to slap at the devil that was your alarm clock. You squinted an eye at the device to see what time it was, even though you had an idea, since you had to set the alarm to begin with. It was 7:05 a.m. You had a long day of research with the boys ahead of you, and they wanted to get it going as soon as possible. You struggled to get up, but managed to, and went to take a shower.

This was your second month living with the Winchesters. They had bumped into you at a diner back in Ohio, your home state. You were working the late shift, waiting on more tables than what was normal for a Thursday. You were about to jot down the orders of one of your larger tables, when something stopped you in your tracks. Two tall men walked into the diner and after a glance at them, your eyes locked on the one in the leather jacket. He and the guy he was with had nodded their acknowledgements to you, him giving a little smirk after a quick once-over of you.

After the long pause it took for you to watch the boys seat themselves, a disgruntled voice broke through your daze. “Hey, did you hear me? No onions on the burger.” You were shaken back to the real world, and scribbled the order, embarrassed and slightly irritated, but you managed to mumble an apology to the guy.

You finished taking the orders and dropped the slip off to the cooks, then tried to gain your composure before heading to the table he was sitting at.

“Hi, my name’s (Y/N) and I’ll be serving you tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?” You forced a smile, hoping to God you weren’t blushing, especially after seeing those bright green eyes peer up at you.

“Hmm, (Y/N) pretty name.” Mr. Leather Jacket mused, looking at the nametag pinned to your shirt. “I’ll have coffee.”

“Cream and sugar?”

A smirk played on his lips, and you could only guess what he was thinking, but it probably wasn’t accurate.

“Nah, I don’t need the cream. I could use some sugar, though.” He slightly bit his bottom lip.

“Dean.” The other guy piped in. He leaned in, trying to be inconspicuous, and spoke with his voice low, “Not now, remember? We have other things to worry about?”

“Right, right, Sam.” Dean nodded, his once playful expression long gone now. “I’ll just have it black, thanks.”

You completely missed the fact that the guy was trying to flirt with you; it just wasn’t something that was common. Or, at least, you never noticed.

You tried to ignore what you heard the other guy say, but your curiousity kicked in. Who are these guys? Mafia or something? Yeah, right. You thought, like anything that interesting would come through this town. You disregarded all of that and turned to the guy named Sam.

“And for you?”

“Ah, uh, water. Thanks.” He gave you a quick half grin then turned back to Dean, clearly preoccupied with whatever it was they have to worry about. He looked anxious.

You slowly turned from the table and muttered, “I’ll uh, be right back with your drinks.”

You were facing the coffee machine, preparing a fresh pot to make your rounds with, when you hear shrieks and commotion behind you. You quickly turned around and saw that the people at the large table were now attacking the other customers. One guy was holding another up by his throat, and when you saw that he was a regular, you reacted without a second thought.

“Hey! What the hell, man?!” You angrily grabbed the coffee pot and stormed over to the guy, smashing the glass container against the back of his head, hot liquid splattering everywhere. This made him drop the poor man, but other than that, he was unshaken by it. The guy looked at you, pure hatred on his face, and you saw that his eyes were black.

“What… are….you?” Your brows furrowed and you took a few steps back. You backed into someone and jumped, “Oh!” It was Dean. He wrapped his arms around you and next thing you know you weren’t on the floor anymore.

“Put me down! What are you doing?”

“Getting you out of here, that’s what I’m doing.” Dean’s jaw was clenched as he headed toward the door with you.

“The other customers! I can’t just leave them in there with whatever that thing is!” You protested.

Dean finally set you down after the both of you were outside. “That thing, sweetheart, is a demon. And there are more of them in there. And they’re dangerous. Wait here.” Dean gave you a look of I mean it before he went back inside.

You stood there and watched the door close. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” You bellowed, and stomped back into the diner.

“Now, I’m not just going to sit out there and pretend this isn’t-” You stopped when you saw Dean stab one of the so-called demons, and watched it scream before collapsing to the floor. You looked at the ghastly scene that was once your place of employment. There were people huddled in the corner scared, and there were a few bodies scattered on the floor. Tables knocked over. Your coworkers emerging from the kitchen, shocked and equally afraid.

A bloody Dean walked up to you, putting his knife away. “I told you to stay outside!” He growled.

“Don’t you stand there and yell at me, mister! You didn’t even try to get these other people out, why just me?” You were furious.

Dean didn’t answer. He looked at Sam, who let out a big sigh. “The talk?” Sam said.

“Yes.” Dean replied, looking back at you.

And that was the day your life changed.

You got out of the shower and dried off, a little smile on your face at the reminission of how you met the Winchester brothers and how you got into the world of hunting. It was always a memory you went to when things got rough. And by rough, the emotional kind of rough.

You were in love with Dean Winchester, and he had no clue. Remembering that day gives you hope. There had to have been a reason that he chose to specifically make sure you were safe. He had never answered that question.

But that was all it was. Hope.

Dean had seemed very confusing in the weeks after that. At first it was great, he was showing you how to hunt, and let you take on some bigger hunts with him and Sam. He would give you looks of praise, maybe even adoration, but that was pushing your luck. Once you got the hang of it, and actually got really good at hunting, Dean sort of backed off from mentor, to barely knowing you exist. He would go to bars and stay out all night doing God knows what. Your mind would always wander to the worst possible scenarios, and you were convinced that this gorgeous, funny man from the diner would never be interested in you.  

You sighed and finished getting dressed. You weren’t feeling the greatest today, so you just threw on some leggings and an oversized flannel that Sam had given to you a while ago, after a hunt turned messier than usual. You ran your fingers through your (H/L) hair, trying to look the best you can on a day like this.

You entered the kitchen to get some coffee, humming a song that was stuck in your head.

“Something I can never have.” A deep voice said behind you.

You jumped and turned to see Dean standing there, relaxed against the door frame, arms crossed. Your heart fluttered at the words. “What did you say?”

Dean shrugged. “Nine Inch Nails, right?”

Dammit, the music enthusiast.  I didn’t think he would know this song. You looked down into your cup,  focused on stirring its contents, hope diminishing once again. “Oh…yeah.” You huffed a laugh of embarassment, keeping your eyes away from him.

“It’s a good song. Kind of sad though for you, isn’t it (Y/N)? You’re typically in a happy mood.”

“Yeah, it’s… it’s just one of those days, I guess.” You finally looked at Dean and your breath hitched in your throat. It was difficult to look at the man you love and have him be so nonchalant about everything.

“Is there anything I can do to make your day better? It’s pretty early for you to be off to a bad start.” Dean smiled, trying not to look too worried.

You involuntarily let out a sigh. You wanted to tell him to hold you, to love you, to make you his. But that’s just way too damn much to spill out on someone, especially Dean. Why would he even care, anyway? This is the first time he’s talked to you in weeks about something other than a case. You did your best to smile at him. “Thanks Dean, but I’ll be fine. I’ll shake this eventually.”

You ducked past him with your cup of coffee. “I doubt it though.” You said under your breath.

“Wha-” Dean turned, but you were already out of sight, off to start the research. What was that about, Dean wondered. He shrugged and went to join you and his brother.  

A few hours and cups of coffee later, you got up to stretch. “I’ve been sitting way too long.” You groaned, feeling your muscles getting relief from finally moving.

“Yeah, we’ve been at this a while.” Sam stretched as well and got up “I think I’m going to take a break, we have enough to go on for right now.” Sam left the room, leaving you and Dean.

The air felt thick, and you were tense, unsure what to do. It wasn’t often that you and Dean were alone together, so you tried to avoid looking at him, just like you did this morning.

“I’m g-gonna go relax too, I think.” You briefly looked at Dean and started to walk to your room.

“(Y/N), wait.” Dean caught up with you down the hall, and you turned to look at him.

“What is it?”  You asked, utterly confused that Dean wanted to talk to you alone, twice in one day.

Dean struggled to find words. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I- well you seem kind of -hell I don’t know- off the last couple weeks. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You took in a deep breath as the emotions flooded you. It took a lot to try to keep from crying. How can you tell someone you’re hurt, when they are the reason behind it? It wasn’t his fault, of course. But it was hard to have these feelings for him when you know you don’t have a chance. You felt sick even thinking about telling him how you feel.

“I’m fine, Dean. it’s probably just the weather or something.” You managed to say as your eyes welled with tears. You quickly turned and walked away before Dean could see them.

“(Y/N)?” Dean called after you. He knew you were lying. “Shit. What’s going on with her?”

You closed the door behind you and locked it before sliding down, finally releasing the tears. You drew your knees up to your chest and sobbed for what seemed like hours, but it could have only been minutes. The song that was stuck in your head this morning was still nagging at you, so you started to sing it through your tears.

“My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore, scraping through my head ‘til I don’t wanna sleep anymore….. I’m down to just one thing, and I’m starting to scare myself.” The sobbing got harder and you curled up into a ball.

After crying all you could cry, you were at a whisper.

“You always were the one to show me how. Back then I couldn’t do the things that I can do now. This thing is slowly taking me apart…”

“Oh God,” Dean whispered to his brother. They had went to your door when they heard the loud crying. “Why is she like that?”

Sam looked at his brother. “You really don’t know? I could see it from the beginning.”

Dean looked lost, trying to recall what Sam was refering to.

“Dean.” Sam whispered, “She really cares about you. She’s been trying so hard to hide it.”

“Wait. Really?” Dean raised an eyebrow, clearly shocked. “She likes me? The tough, gorgeous thing in there?” Dean looked at the door as if he could see you, trying to piece it together. He couldn’t grasp the idea that you would like him.

“But how could she? I’m not exactly boyfriend material…”

“You think you’re not boyfriend material. You go out to the bars, pick up women, sure.” Sam placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders. “But I know you, Dean. And I know you have feelings for her. Why the hell else would you have even bothered making sure she was out of danger, when you knew she would’ve been okay inside? You’ve been trying to hide it, just like she has. And you’ve obviously done a damn good job at hiding it.”

Dean knew Sam was talking about the day he met you. He let out a big sigh. “You’re right, Sammy. I do care about (Y/N). But what do I do? She’s torn up, how do I even face this?”

Sam shrugged, “All I can say is talk to her, brother. This is something that needs to be cleared up, I know that.” he looked at your door. “It’s gone on for too long, just because you two are too scared to admit how you feel about each other.” He chuckled. “Monster killers: scared of emotions.”

“Ay, shut up,” Dean smiled, but the nerves were raging in his stomach.  "It’s quiet in there, maybe she fell asleep. I think I’ll wait until she wakes up to talk to her.“  

"Alright, but make sure it gets done, Dean. We need all three of us to be stable and ready for this hunt.” Sam smiled “Besides, it’s about time you get a real girl.”

“Right again, Sammy. You need to stop that.” Dean chuckled and went to his room to try to sleep, but he knew it would be a night of tossing and turning, trying to figure out how to talk to you. “Dammit, (Y/N), you’re something else,” Dean thought out loud in bed. “For the first time ever, I’m actually afraid to talk to a woman.”

It was 10 a.m. when you finally woke up. You had slept through the alarm, and must have slept for a good ten hours. You got up and went to brush your teeth. You groaned when you saw your eyes were still a little puffy from the crying.

"Dammit, I’ll have to try to cover this up.” You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to drown the negative thoughts attacking your mind at that moment. “You need to stop this, you’re a wreck (Y/N).” You shook your head and scoffed, smiling. “Now I’m talking to myself, awesome hunter material.”

There was a knock at your door, and you remember you had locked it. You try to look presentable before opening it, but hesitated with your hand hovering the latch, because of your eyes.

“(Y/N)? Are you awake? It’s Dean.”

Your heart started pounding. He heard me last night. Great, this day is just great. The heat flushed your face as you slowly unlocked the door and opened it enough to peep around it. Dean was standing there, holding a tray with waffles and a cup of coffee. And… flowers?

“Oh. Hey Dean. What’s this?” You looked at the tray again, trying to hide your eyes behind your hair.

It was too late though, Dean saw them. “God, (Y/N)…” He muttered. He wanted to toss the tray aside and just hold you, but he was on a mission and that wasn’t part of the plan. He cleared his throat. “I uh, thought you might want something to eat, since you missed supper last night. Can I come in?”

Your heart was pounding even harder. Dean’s never wanted to come into your room. “Um… yeah, sure.” You open the door wider to let him through. He set the tray on your nightstand and stood there, swinging his arms nervously.

There was awkward silence and you could almost feel a buzz of energy in the room. This was really not like Dean.

“So um. Thanks for bringing me something. I didn’t think I was hungry until I smelled the waffles.” Your eyes locked on his for a brief moment, then you quickly looked at the floor.

She’s so adorable when she’s nervous, Dean thought. He knew he would have to take the lead on this talk. He sat on your bed. “Here, come take a load off. This is your room, after all.”

“Heh. Right,” You smiled and sheepishly walked to the bed and sat down next to Dean. He grabbed the tray and set it in your lap, and set the flowers on the nightstand.

“Those are pretty.” You admired the roses.

“Yeah, Sam said… um I mean, I thought you might like them.” Dean’s eyes pierced into yours, and you swear you could almost see them sparkle.

Yep. You’re losing it, (Y/N). “You…got these for me?”

Dean rubbed the back of his neck again. He didn’t think his nerves would hit now, too. “Yeah, yeah I did. You like them, right? I can put them somewhere else if you don’t-”

“I love them.” You smiled, but felt a stab in your heart as you said the L word. One word away from spilling the beans.

Dean’s nerves jumped at the word. So close, man. You can do this. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but his pounding heart demanded otherwise.

“Look, the reason I am doing all of this is because I want to talk to you. It sounds like you had a rough night and-”

“I knew it. How much did you hear?” Your face turned extremely red and you suddenly weren’t hungry. You set the tray back on the nightstand, almost knocking the vase of roses over. You stared at your hands.

“(Y/N), look at me.” Dean’s calloused hand gently grabbed your chin to make you face him. “I came here because I don’t want you to ever feel that way again.”

You didn’t know what to say. You scanned his face for any signs of his usual joking nature, but you could see that he was dead serious.

“It killed me, hearing you hurting like that, (Y/N).” His hand slid up the side of your face, his thumb running along the puffy circles of your eyes. “It kills me to see you like this. Hurting, because of me.”

“Dean,” his name slipped past your lips, but that was all you could say. There was so much to say that you didn’t know where to start, all you could do was sigh in exasperation and look into his eyes, hoping it would be enough.


“I’m sorry it took so long to do this. To tell you how I really feel about you. (Y/N), you are the most amazing, beautiful, real girl I’ve ever known. The moment I saw you, I knew there was something about you that I just…” He pushed the hair out of your face.

“I couldn’t let you go. I couldn’t deal with the idea of never seeing you again, never getting to know you. But I was also scared of this. I didn’t know how to react to these feelings I have for you.” He sat there a moment, trying to read you.

“You didn’t really show it. Not one hint, Dean. I was starting to think you didn’t even like having me around, let alone care about me. You would go out so much, I didn’t know what to think.”

“I know.” Dean sighed, looking ashamed. “I was running from myself. I’m so sorry that you had to get to this point to make me man up and tell you how I feel. I’m not good at this sort of thing.”

You slowly reached up to run your fingers in his hair, along his neckline. His eyes closed, soaking up your affection. “Well, you are doing a good job right now.”

Dean pulled you into a hug, and then his lips met yours in a passionate, needing kiss. “I love you, (Y/N). That won’t change. I, however, have to make it up to you somehow.”

“Your love is enough, Dean.” You teared up, smiling. “And I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

“I doubt that.” Dean smirked. “Seriously, (Y/N) I want to make up for our time lost these past few weeks.”

“Well if you insist, we can start by cuddling in bed for a while,” you kissed him, then giggled “at least until Sam says we have to do something.”

“That sounds perfect to me, babe.” Dean smiled and stretched out on the bed, letting you lay your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, and you get lost in everything that is Dean.

part i | part ii 

sarada’s summer break means a change of schedule for all of them. sakura can’t do much about her shifts at the hospital, but sasuke manages to work from home more often. once sakura and ino took turns watching sarada and inojin, but now ino’s gone and sai mentioned that he would prefer to spend some alone time with his son at this point. fortunately this week sasuke’s mother is able to watch sarada.

today sakura begins work at noon and she won’t be back until tomorrow. it’s a morning that they’re all home together, so sakura prepares her tea and sasuke’s coffee while her husband cooks breakfast. at the table, sarada draws some pictures and tells them that she intends to bring them to her grandmother’s.

with her small share of the work done, sakura places the mug of coffee by sasuke’s spot and a glass of milk by sarada’s. sitting down beside the girl, sakura sips on her tea.

she watches as sarada colours over a previous picture in red, slowly reducing the crayon to a short nub that she barely manages to hold between her fingers. the paper curls at the edges and is nothing than a mess of crimson wax.

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Carmilla Movie Wishlist

Since Christmas is almost here I decided why not do a wishlist for fun? So I just thought of some things that would be awesome to see in the movie!!

1. Hollstein have a date night and they travel on Carmilla’s motorcycle.

2. If during the mystery they get into trouble or meet any bad guys, I would not be opposed to a fight scene where Carmilla and Laura are fighting those bad guys as badass girlfriends who slay together.

3.  If Hollstein ended up being chased by said bad guys, I definitely would like to see them escape on Carm’s motorcycle, possibly starting a chase scene!

4. Jealous Carmilla or Laura. Why? Well for one, I’ve read too many fanfiction and secondly, it doesn’t have to be that much. For example, if someone happened to hit on one of them, the other would automatically tell that person to get lost because they’re taken. Personally, I think that would just emphasize their love for each other because when you love someone as much as they both love each other, they will try and stop anything that comes in between their love. That’s just my opinion and I thought it would be nice to include this. 

5. Any kissing scenes. It would be nice to see Hollstein express their love in kisses. And I for one am a sucker for some Hollstein kisses. 

6. I might be going too far if I say I wanted some “love” scenes. But if we get some scenes almost like in Season 3 where they started it, it would be nice to see it in the movie as well.

7. At this point Hollstein have been together for 5 years, and I think saying “I Love You” is something that they say to each other naturally or at least it’s common for them to say it now. So if we can have any I love you exchanges, I will definitely scream of excitement like a little child! 

8. Assuming that Hollstein are living together, I would love to see them waking up next to each other and being all domestic. DOMESTIC HOLLSTEIN FOR THE WIN!

9. I think everyone would want to see a proposal and so do I! 

So this is just a little wishlist of what I would like to see in the Carmilla Movie in my opinion. Even if these aren’t in the movie, I’ll still love the movie anyway. I know the movie is going to be awesome no matter what, but I just thought I would share this wishlist. 


If Ulquiorra and Batman were locked in a room...

As requested by trunkai. :)

In this crossover edition of my locked in a room series, we are going to imagine what would happen if Ulquiorra found himself locked in a room…with Batman.

Ulquiorra: Who are you?

Batman: I’m…Batman.


Ulquiorra: Why are you talking in that voice?

Batman: What voice?

Ulquiorra: That artificially gravelly voice.

Batman: …this is my voice. It’s not artificial.

Ulquiorra: Are you attempting to hide your identity?

Ulquiorra: You do not need to do that with me.

Ulquiorra: I don’t care. And also I am dead.

Batman: I’m not hiding my identity.

Batman: I am…Batman.


Ulquiorra: Well I can certainly see why we were paired.

Batman: Is it because you look like one of my villains?

Batman: With that weird helmet thing, that ridiculous teardrop makeup, and your artificially porcelain-white skin?

Batman: To say nothing of your sword.

Batman: Who other than comic book villains fight with swords these days?

Ulquiorra: No, I meant because I am also a Bat-Man.


Batman: I’m Batman.

Ulquiorra: I realize that I do not look much like a bat now.

Ulquiorra: But in my release, I have leathery bat wings and fuzzy bat legs and a long tail.

Ulquiorra: …although the tail is probably not something you associate with bats.

Ulquiorra: I just now realized that the tail is weird.

Batman: Wait. If I am following you correctly, this means that you have the ability to turn into a giant bat?

Ulquiorra: Exactly.

Ulquiorra: Hence - bat but also man. Batman.

Batman: I hate bats.

Ulquiorra: You named yourself after something you hate?

Batman: Yes.

Batman: I conquered my fear and made it my own.

Batman: Now I dress and fight in the manner of bats.

Batman: Batman!

Ulquiorra: You do not look much like a bat.

Ulquiorra: In my experience, bats do not wear body armor.

Ulquiorra: Nor do they have horns.

Ulquiorra: Or belts.

Batman: My costume is bat-inspired. It is not supposed to look like an actual bat.

Batman: Anyway, you literally look nothing like a bat right now, so I don’t know why you’re criticizing me.

Ulquiorra: At least we have that in common.

Ulquiorra: Perhaps we have other things in common as well.

Ulquiorra: Are you emo?

Batman: I have been known to be melancholic.

Ulquiorra: Do you live in a giant palace?

Batman: A mansion, yes.

Ulquiorra: Do you have bad luck with women?


Batman: Batman does, sure.

Ulquiorra: You see. We have much in common.

Batman: Do you fight using complicated and cool gadgets?

Ulquiorra: No I mostly use my hand.

Batman: Any old faithful man servants?

Ulquiorra: Ew.

Batman: Dead parents?

Ulquiorra: I do not have any parents to be dead

Batman: Not so similar after all.

Batman: Now I must go.

Batman: I am the night.

Batman: Gotham needs me.

Batman: And my throat is realllly killing me.


Ulquiorra: You are a strange human.

anonymous asked:

I met this girl a month ago that I am now currently dating, and I've never met someone like her before. I really can't compare her to anyone else. We haven't had sex yet which by now I would've already fucked by the second date but there's somethings special about her. We have so much in common and I have this feeling we were meant to at least cross paths in this life. I just want people to believe you will meet someone in this world that will change the way that you think about your life.


Don’t Go Running

Sam x Little!Sister x Dean : Fluff?

Request: could you do a sister imagine for numbers 43, 46, 48? (If you do decide to write it, I always prefer the sister to be youngish, like 14-15) Love your writing so much :)

#43: “YOU DID WHAT?!”

#46: “Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”

#48: “Boo.”

Warnings: Yelling, Over-Protective Brothers, Making-Out

Author’s Note: This idea actually came to me right as I read all the prompts so- yay! :) Hope you like it <3 Also sorry this got a little maybe too long?

                                                     -Reader POV-

It was hard, living with two significantly older, protective brothers who also happened to be somewhat under the category of ‘killers’. Especially when it came to that ‘love life’ aspect of yours- which, hadn’t ever really been an issue until now you supposed…

Now you had a boyfriend- in secret, I mean- I might be a little oblivious sometimes and miss something when it comes to hunting, granted, that I wasn’t really allowed to hunt all that much- and maybe it was because most times I would miss something or screw up? But whatever- the point is, I have a boyfriend… 

Now how that managed to happen, and how I got someone to like me? I’ll never know- but from the many times I went into town, on either a supply run or just to visit a store, out of the few selections we had around here, I managed to apparently catch someones eye.

But about a month and a half ago, I walked into our ‘local’ music store, since technically nothing was local- and everything was either super close or super spread-out… I had gone in, just to look around, maybe buy Dean, my eldest brother a new record or CD- he’d like that I thought, wandering around skimming through some things.

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