Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word count: 3,232
can u do one kinda like the french mistake but in reverse where J2
are sent to the spn world (dean and reader have feelings for each
other but don’t know yet) and in the “real world” jensen is
married to the readers actress and dean is jealous xo
“What the… hell?” Jensen breathed out, moving around frantically.
“This- something’s not right” Jared frowned, looking around him “Wasn’t the scene supposed to finish at this?” he added.
Jensen nodded his head “Yeah but- forget that. Where the heck is everybody? And where did they take the cameras?”
“More importantly- what is… this?” Jared breathed out, pointing to the wall right in front of him. Ure he knew what it was but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be there. connected to another wall and then another and in the end forming a complete, closed room. And even worst than everybody being gone along with the cameras, this looked so realistic to the point it scared them.
Jensen laughed nervously to cover up for his discomfort “Bet Misha decided to play some really messed up joke on us”
“I am actually really hoping it’s that because if it’s not then-”
“No, no this is messed up. It is too messed up to even think about let alone-”
“Dean? Sam? Oh hey guys! Didn’t know you were here” you smiled at them as soon as you entered the bunker. You frowned for a second as you took a look at them. The way they were standing was different from normal.
request: none pairing: newt scamander x reader word count: 1,100 warnings: unedited fluff a/n: first original post on this blog woohoo!! requests are open so send some in if you’d like and i promise i’ll edit this when i have the time, i just wanted to get this up because it’s been sitting in my drafts for a couple of days
You take in a deep breath of the cold winter air as you
leave your apartment building, snowflakes getting caught in your hair and
eyelashes as you stare up at the sky. There was always something about the snow
that relaxed you, the mere sight of it warming up your entire body as if you
had just had a mug of Queenie’s hot cocoa. After a long day of tidying up the
creature enclosures as well as Newt’s shed and helping Newt look after all of
his creatures, it felt nice to actually be outside.
Newt watches you from the steps, the fond look gracing his
features unbeknownst to you. His hand twitches at his side, the desire to brush
your hair away from your face overwhelming him for a few seconds before he
pushes it back down. However, he can’t stop the blush that appears when you
smile at him, your eyes alight with happiness at the many wonders of nature.
He’s seen that twinkle in your eyes many times, especially when you’re in the
case with him. Newt loves spending time with his creatures but he swears that
he could spend eternity with you and never get tired of it.
“Sorry,” you apologize as Newt takes a step down from the
stairs, your footsteps falling in sync as the two of you begin the walk to Central
Park. “I just really love snow.”
“Completely understandable,” Newt says, shaking his head as
he waves off your apology. He shoves his hands into his coat pockets, his right
hand gripping his wand just for the sake of holding something. It’s been a long
time since Newt has gone out without his case in hand. He suddenly begins to
worry about his creatures, hoping that all of them are safe and haven’t
escaped. His mind begins to race with every different possible scenario and just
as he’s about to suggest going back to the apartment, he feels you place your
hand on the crook of his elbow.
I don’t believe in god, but I believe in the desperation to be reminded that we are breathing. I believe in falling leaves fading to floating snowflakes, and the idea that the human race is interconnected in more ways than one. I believe in creatures of the stars, and that being truly alone is an impossibility.
I don’t believe that human nature is good or bad, but I believe that we are no longer natural humans. I believe that incidents are more than just coincidence, and that nothing can be taken for granted. I believe that music and literature can change everything about a person, and that freedom is a state of mind.
I don’t believe in politics, but I believe in the ability to change the perspectives of others based on seemingly habitual reasoning. I believe in self respect, acceptance, and an open mind that our society walked away from years ago.
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light’s gone, day’s end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She’s in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
‘Cause we’re just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
Yukianesa and Jack played with the children, also helping them with new ideas and other things with their imagination, being creative along having fun before the ice maiden decided to make her land rain in gentle snow with her snow breath as small soft white balls of snow alongside snowflakes appeared. The children were happy to see it as they try to touch the snow flakes.
“Maybe we’ll have a moment to breathe, Snowflake.” The action had died down, it allowed for the siblings to actually breathe the air that wasn’t poison to them. “Are you going to be okay getting the school back to the surface?” Piotr had confidence in his sister but the first time she teleported the entire school it took alot out of her.
Sat on the hood of his car, Ben just finished tuning his guitar before he thought for a moment. Starting a tune of a song that he’s recently heard on the station, Ben began to sing; “White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light’s gone, days end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men—“ He only stopped when he heard someone approach, clearing his throat he looked over with a sheepish smile. “Hey.”
Spring (Aries, Taurus, Gemini): Catching butterflies, being late, having a book collection, reading under a tree, thunderstorms, cleaning the entire house for no reason, bubble baths, blow up swimming pools.
Summer (Cancer, Leo, Virgo): Sun bathing, bird watching, camping, vacations, sleeping in late, buying a whole new wardrobe, calling into work when you aren’t really sick, sneaking out, long road trips, midnight snacks.
Fall (Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius): Crunching leafs, cool winds, rustling trees, cozening up by a fire, apple cider, pumpkin pie, family dinners, sleeping in the grass and waking up cold, whispers, and just the slightest chill.
Winter (Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces): Seeing your breath, ice skating, snowflakes, baking, making forts, hiding in your bed all day, making lists, hot chocolate, reading books, phone conversations that last an entire day.