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“Corrupt politician on the Lower East Side in the ’20s. Every morning he stopped at the St James Church on Oliver Street, and said the same prayer: “Oh Lord, give me health and strength. We’ll steal the rest.”… You’ve got health and strength – both of which, coincidentally, I prayed for after hot lead was shot into your body.” - Donna Moss (Guns Not Butter)

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the au collection, halloween special jennifer’s jackie’s body, part II  

“You’re killing people?“

”No. I’m killing boys.”

Sure that Jackie is the one behind all the gory murders, Donna searches for help in the library, taking Steven Hyde’s, the school’s bad boy, attention. After an awkward talk and memories of the prom last year, Donna finds out her boyfriend’s best friend is kind of a demon hunter with a secret of his own.

Hyde has a personal business with the demon he is sure has possesed Jackie. Turns out the guy has been investigating the murders, too and now with a clear target, nothing will stop him to finally kill this demon.

Exept, Donna will never let him touch his friend, no matter if she’s a murderous demon that eats scumbags. That, and the fact that his feelings for the possessed girl may be a problem even bigger than Jackie’s friend.

Girls’ Night

Summary: You work for the BAU and get called in my Sheriff Donna Hanscum for a case

Word Count: 2490

Warnings: None

A/N: So… I was watching Criminal Minds and thought “What if Dean and Sam picked up a case the BAU was on?” And this just kind of happened…

Version en Español: Noche de Chicas


You sat at the table in the room the local police had set aside for temporary FBI headquarters and stared at the boards in front of you. Pictures of mutilated bodies were taped next to the smiling pictures of the victims before they’d been killed.

Something was off. The thought had been niggling at the back of your mind since you’d begun the case. As a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you had learned to trust your instincts. The only problem was that you weren’t sure exactly what your instincts were trying to say.

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The Jennifer's (Jackie's) Body AU nobody asked for

So, remember those edits? Alright, let’s talk demon hunting and high school now:

Donna and Jackie had been friends almost all their life, even with their different cliques at school and social class. They protect each other like sisters, nobody can fuck with one of them without first having to pass the other.

So when Donna realizes Jackie is the one killing the boys that had been missing since that weird night the local bar was burned to ashes, she can’t help but try to first come to the bottom of the problem before accusing her friend to some authority or something.

It starts with Chip, an asshole who tried to have it with Jackie and only make her feel like shit. The next one to disappear is Fez, who for years sexualized Jackie and then demonized her when she didn’t respond to his actions. Then, Michael Kelso, who hurt Jackie beyond words, disappears too and so do many others.

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Oh shit, you think wildly as a familiar set of Salvatore Ferragamo’s came strolling down the foyer.


Blindly groping at the dog’s collar you keep an ear out for any changes in Mycroft’s direction and desperately try to steer the dog out toward the backyard

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Donna, of course, seems to think this is all some swell game to avoid letting you grab her collar and is not making any of it easy as the foot falls come closer.


The noise is echoed off the pristine walls and sends Donna into a tizzy of delight that you struggle to keep her at your hand. She hasn’t started barking yet, thank god, but you can’t be sure of how long that will last as your fiancé draws near.


Oddly enough Mycroft pauses merely inches from the corner.


“______,” he calls out seemingly unaware of the mass of fur just barely out of sight, “______, my love where are you?”


Manically, you wonder just how you’ll come out of this unscathed as Donna appears to have no reservations on whimpering up a storm in excitement upon hearing the new intruder.


Oh god what do I do? You wonder ferociously as Donna, the wonderfully large mix that she starts to slip from your fingers anxiously to greet the supposed newcomer.


A series of ideas ranging from the practical to the bizarre flash in your mind’s eye; hiding her in a closet until Mycroft goes upstairs, throwing her in the backyard and pretend she’s a stray, hiding her behind the couch, pretend like she’s the world’s finest life-like dog plush or even blame it on Sherlock but you know you only have yourself to blame.


For the past eight months Mycroft has been on call to play mediator to the countries that the Queen wanted to keep good graces with and for the duration you’ve been so terribly lonely.


Sure, the pair of you Skype and call on a semi-regular basis but there’s still that desolation that comes with living in an empty house regardless of how many impromptu trespassing house calls on Sherlock’s part.


Desperate for companionship and a deep need to keep busy you find new ways to bide your time until Mycroft returns.
It’s one of the reasons you’ve taken into volunteering your free time at local shelters and the exact reason you’re in the predicament you’re in.


All it took was one pitiful look from those soulful big brown eyes from that Saint Bernard mix quaking in the cage apparently abandoned with her ratty collar and you knew that you had to have her. Donna was a skittish despite her size; afraid of every touch and slight sound when she was brought in. Hardly anyone could even stand to move near Donna just to keep her placid much less check her out properly but you were determined.


Every day that you didn’t have work or Sherlock-sitting duties (rostered between you, Mary, John, Greg, and Molly) you went to the animal shelter to spend time with Donna. Feeding her, playing with her, comforting her while the doctors checked her out, or simply just brushing her once matted fur into a smooth silky finish-it was all very apparent that you weren’t going to let Donna go home with anyone else but you.


And like any self-fulfilling prophecies it did come true.


In less than a month’s time you were finally able to bring Donna home-oh how it had been a homecoming!


Donna was so happy that she had started crying with joy the second the door was locked behind her, wagging her tail at the speed of light and falling at your feet.  A hundred and twenty-tow pounds of fur Donna was sprinting across the premises, spreading airborne hairs onto every surface and joy wherever her meaty paws could take her in the house.


You had planned so many things to do before Mycroft returned from work.  Things like getting Donna acclimated to the grounds, do a bit of training and the like to sweeten up your soon-to-be hubby to the idea of having a dog around.

 
“______?” Mycroft calls again from the corner and this time Donna makes no move to hide her enthusiasm by barking up a storm.


Here goes nothing, you conclude releasing Donna’s collar and letting her rush around the corner.
Her nails almost make as much racket as Mycroft’s shoes as you follow behind Donna with a nervous smile.


“Surprise,” you say offer meekly as Donna has taken it upon herself as some sort of mission to try and lick every inch of Mycroft’s face. She puts in a valiant effort considering when she stands on her hind legs Donna is nearly as tall as Mycroft but for his part Mycroft is still more agile.


While his face isn’t showing any signs of disgust you still can’t help but feel uneasy. After all the conversation about pets hadn’t been brought up just yet since the engagement and you really want to keep them both.


Gently ushering Donna from his shoulders and wiping any stray saliva Mycroft asks, “So may I take it that we’ve acquired a dog _____?”


His crystalline eyes boring into yours in such a way that you cannot help how your cheeks and ears grow hot despite how Donna is making such a scene scenting every part of Mycroft’s person.


Taking a deep breath you try and steady your voice and keep your hands still, “I know we haven’t really discussed having pets Mycroft but Donna is great dog. I promise you I can have her trained well within a week and I’ll take care of everything.”


It’s difficult not to sound panicked but when it comes to Mycroft it has never been your strongest suit in explaining things much less feelings.


One word gets stuck on another and you lose momentum trying to finish a sentence-it certainly didn’t make your primary years any easier to take. Panic would start to set in as you would struggle to find your grounding and it took countless hours of therapy to try to hold a conversation without being reduced to tears.


Even when it came to expressing your interest in him romantically you can only thank whichever deity decided to smile upon you that day that Mycroft understood. Sweet, loving Mycroft, who despite your anxiety wanted you by his side not just as a girlfriend but for the rest of his life.


But here with Mycroft standing there as Donna did her last bout of sniffing you were close to tears. What if he wants her gone? What if he makes me choose between him and the dog? What if they don’t get along? What if-


“______, please, settle down.” His voice is so gentle and soothing.


It takes a moment to realize that Mycroft has crossed the small space divided and wrapped his warm solid arms around you. So soft and smelling faintly of the cologne you gifted him for his birthday you settle in on his shoulder. Dimly you feel the press of another warm body, Donna your lizard brain reminds you, at your left leg while Mycroft holds you close.


“Did you really think I would send Donna away if I knew she was important to you,” he asks as his hands gently cascading down your back in a soothing manner.


Relief rushes over your smaller frame as he holds you unable to form any words and silently sob into his shoulder.


“If there is anything important to you,” Mycroft punctuates with a kiss to the cheek, “then it is certainly a high priority for me.”


Really though, you can’t fully express how happy you are to know that without a doubt Mycroft will always be so accommodating that you find it difficult to stop crying.


But Mycroft, the rock that keeps you grounded, stands there all the same until your shakes become small shudders and your cries a shorter.


Careful not to wipe any snot onto his jacket you try to look around for Donna only to find the space bereft of the large canine.


Shrugging gently out of Mycroft’s comforting hold you call to her.


“It would appear that Donna was more interested in fully investigating the contents of my briefcase and decided to drag it into the breakfast nook for further analysis.”


“Oh my god Myc-I’m so sorry-”You start making a run toward the breakfast nook but Mycroft causes you to pause.


“I’m not too worried ______, it was an old briefcase and I was looking for excuse to purchase a new one,” Mycroft states as a matter of fact way.


“Mycroft…”


“Besides if we can train Donna to do that to Sherlock’s things when he watches her on our honeymoon a damaged briefcase is a small price to pay,” Mycroft adds cheekily and dodges out of your range.

Title: a new future to make

Pairing: SamxJodyxDonna

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 1,571

Notes: for the SPN Kink Bingo, square used ‘Lactation Kink’

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Donna smelled like baby powder, sweet and soft. The skin down the curve of her neck was perfect for kissing. Along the swell of her breasts, the drag of Sam’s tongue had her shivering. A hand tightening in his hair, pulling him closer. Donna was far enough along in the pregnancy that a little pressure, a little tug of teeth and Sam’s lips around the swollen pink of her nipple, and she was dripping.

Sam had never in his life looked at a pregnant woman and been aroused by the fact of their pregnancy, but with his hand splayed over her swollen belly and his face buried in the warmth of her chest that heaved when he bit just a little harder, there was a strange welling of emotions that ranged between arousal and tenderness. Anticipation. He was excited.

He was going to be a father.

Donna hummed contentedly, sounds of her muffled by Jody’s mouth. Curled outward from one side to fit his head on her chest and his leg slung over her thigh, Sam’s cock tapped pitifully on the rumpled sheets of the empty space in front of his body. He was right where he wanted to be. Rubbing a cheek against Donna’s skin, Sam turned his head up to watch her and Jody kiss.

God, he couldn’t believe that he got to have this. To have them. To have a family.

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Do you think it’s still out there?

“What do you think it was?”
“No idea.”
“Do you think it’s still out there?”

Can we just talk about this little moment here? 

First of all, can we talk about how Ten is positioned here? Holding his head in his hands? How did he get to this position? I like to headcanon that perhaps while talking about what happened on the bus to Donna, he got a bit emotional when re-teling the events of his possession and maybe ducked into his hands to wipe his eyes (similar to the End of Time when he’s talking to Wilf–if this is what was intended to have happened it would have been a great parallel scene.) 

Now, onto the scene. Notice how in the gif, after the Doctor’s eyes shift to look at Donna, they widen slightly–in fear. It’s like the Doctor was so wrapped up in the events on the bus that he didn’t even think of the possibility that the creature would have survived, having simply been expelled from Sky’s body.  But now that Donna has brought that up, something the Doctor didn’t dare to think about, the terror that had finally subsided after being released from the entity’s control has crashed back in. It would be so chilling to think that the creature that just nearly killed you is still out there and could maybe find a way in again. I’ll bet the Doctor and Donna got off that planet as soon as they possibly could.

And also I love how Donna didn’t even need a verbal answer from him to know that the answer was a very distrubing “yes.”