Hunting Trip

Dean x Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

Summary: Something doesn’t feel right when your dad, Bobby, and best friend, Dean, invite your new boyfriend on a hunting trip. Convinced that their plan is to scare him off, you decide to tag along. Is it a good idea, though?

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“Dean, what the hell?”

“What the hell what?” He asked, unfazed at seeing you barge into his apartment; he kept packing his duffel bag unbothered, not sparing one glance in your direction. You knew he was just playing it cool.

“You and my dad – what are you two planning?”

The corners of his mouth bent down as he shrugged. “Nothing. Bobby wants to go hunting, so we’re going.”

“What about Chet?”

And he had the audacity to feign innocence at that. “What about him?”

“You invited him. Why would you do that?”

“I thought he wanted to come, and he does. That’s all.”

“That’s all?” You scoffed. “You, my dad, and rifles, and that’s all? Right. You’re not at all trying to scare him off like you did with George.”

Dean stopped packing and turned to face your entirely. “All right. George was a douchebag. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. The way I see it, we did you a solid.”

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I can’t believe Peridot is fucking dead

It’s been an unspecified amount of time since Lapis left, but it couldn’t have been too long. From a Gem’s perspective, even one as young as Peridot, it may as well have happened yesterday. And I mean, when you think about it, every tangible result of Peridot’s life on Earth has been taken away, too. All her precious Meepmorps, and her TV, and her shipping charts, and her friendship with Lapis, and the barn she helped modify…

It’s more than just Lapis that is missing from her life.

So now we have Amethyst barging into the room to cheer Peridot up and see what’s what. This can only end well.

Sooooo. Steven/Peridot/Amethyst shenanigans episode?

(The filthy Amedot shipper in me is acting aloof and disinterested, but is secretly freaking out inside and shooting quick, not-so-sneaky glances over here.)

convalescence pt 1. | john shelby

i promised a fic where john doesn’t die, but instead goes somewhere to lie low while everyone thinks he’s dead so here it is (or at least part 1)

“What the fuck is that?” you stepped back from the door, your shock registering in your voice.

“A dying man, are you going to let me in?”

It took you a while to process what exactly was happening as Tommy and a rabble of other men barged passed you into the house. Not this again. Your eyes followed the trail of muck and blood from the paving stones, to your hallway tiles, to their retreating backs as they hauled something in. A lump, covered in a tarp.

You sighed, looked up to the photo of your brother on the hallway wall, and slammed the door with your foot.

“What the hell did you get me into?” you whispered up to the picture, and turned to shout down the hallway “It better not be a dead man, Tommy Shelby. We’ve just had that paving re-laid after you took up the last corpse”

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eight / american dream

uni AU co-written with @faux-styles

a story of late nights, unorthodox household plants, and a trip to Vegas that changes everything

“Need me to drop you off anywhere specific?”

“The gardening section is fine,” Savannah mumbled. She’d traded Reyna’s phone in for her own and was currently scrolling through instagram.

“Just promise me one thing,” Reyna sighed, taking a sharp right turn which earned her a glare from Sav. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“Promise what?” Savannah asked warily.

“Don’t buy another cactus, you’ve killed the last three you’ve owned.”

chapter seven / story page

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that moment when your future lover idol is coming to your shrine room. And you just realized you have papered the wall with his face

and you took down all of it

and forgetting that you still have a framed picture of him on your desk


This piece inspired by my shriveled shipper heart. I will only accept the reveal if it’s in the rain. All aboard the garbage barge!

Dancing Away with my Heart by Lady Antebellum plays unironically in the background

fragmented-petals  asked:

So Spring. You dead or alive? Technically. I don't need all the philosophical stuff.






Subtlety, thy name is Marinette.



While the girls in the class might think they’re sneaking off for a secret makeout session, the boys know better ¬‿¬