but in my defense he was laughing too

Get Out.

Originally posted by tess453

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Deciding to stay in for a date, Peter and the Reader are faced with annoying and embarrassing comments from the whole team, who are unaware of their relationship.

Word Count: 2,428

Warnings: language, fluff, annoying avengers (??), embarrassed!Peter, embarrassed!Reader, cuteness, LOTR trilogy. (Let me know if I missed any)

A/N: Alright homies, I apologize it has taken me so long to upload something. I’ve been reaally stressed. So hopefully this is okay? For the anon that requested this, I hope you like it. I’d love some feedback, as always. Enjoy reading!


Dark, gray clouds blocked any source of light from shining through the big, thick glass windows surrounding every inch of the building.

The entire tower was filled with a solemn mood that spread into every corner and room.

Most of the team dreaded days like these, since it put a damper on their mood, (especially Steve).

You, however, cherished days like these the most.

It’s where you find your peace and inner self, no matter how depressing that may sound.

It helps you relax and release any stresses that corrupt your thoughts.

But the best reason of all is that you don’t have to leave the house, even if you had a date with Peter tonight.

However, thinking that idea through, you realized something.

The whole team would be here.

With Peter and you.

During your date.

Well, fuck.

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Shape of You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N (Reader), Jared Padalecki (mentioned), Misha Collins (mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Objectification of reader (sorta - he means well), Implied smut, smut, Dry Humping, Oral (69), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), training kink (is that a thing?), rough(ish) sex, NSFW gifs under the cut.    

Word Count: 3500ish

A/N: This is me proving to myself I still remember how to smut. I haven’t written anything smutty for the longest of times and I have been feeling like it lately. It was harder than I thought getting back into the saddle though. Sorry if it is a bit rough - pun not intended.

It is somewhat inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Shape of You - and maybe a little by the video too.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, instantly drawing Jensen’s attention. He was sprawled out his couch, waiting for Y/N to return to his side. It was movie night and she hadn’t bothered leaving the room to take the phone call. Jensen never eaves dropped and even if he was to overhear something it wouldn’t matter. There was nothing to two of them hid from each other. Literally nothing.

They had both been single for a while and some drunken night they had come to the conclusion, that helping each other blow off some steam when either of them needed it was much prefered from picking up some random dude or chick at a bar.

“If you want I am game,” Jensen teased her, throwing her his best Dean smirk, making her eyes roll so hard he was sure Jared would hear it across the hall from Jensen’s apartment.

“It’s not funny, Jensen! They offered me the part. I’m gonna be Wonder Woman,” she complained, making Jensen shoot from the couch and wrap her in his arms, spinning her around the air not caring one bit about her objection.

“That’s amazing Y/N/N,” he laughed putting her down but not releasing her from his hold, “what are you so worried about?” Jensen gently stroked her hair away from her face, studying her face and trying to figure out why she wasn’t over the moon about this. She had a tendency to overthink things. He knew that. He literally spent 2 hours on the floor of her bedroom leaning against her bathroom door trying to talk her out after the first night they had slept together.

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Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

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READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

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The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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everyone, my third viewing of BatB and I have gathered details on Stanley to ensure my son is in safe hands

- Stanley?? Helped Lefou onto a table?? He held his hand ???
- Stanley has a big hat with a feather in it - he hat too big for he gotdamn head
- Stanley did not laugh at Maurice when he showed up ranting about the beast
- Stanley is very trigger happy aka sword happy; anything happens and his hand is on that sword hilt
- Stanley would have come to Lefou defense when Maurice went all Angry Pops™ on Gaston and Lefou - cue the seizing of the sword hilt
- Stanley loved dueling with Gaston and shook his hand a little longer than necessary
- Stanley realized Lefou was having trouble spelling Gaston and looked up pointedly at Gaston’s name on the ceiling
- Stanley is an excellent dancer, work it boi, and the fact he ended up dancing with Lefou means he was dancing in all of the women’s places too as they rotated around the room
- Stanley and Lefou

I’ve got my swim trunks, and my flippie-floppies

for @legividivici, hope you like it!! <3 (ao3)


The last place Clarke expected to run into anyone she knows is the literal middle of the ocean, but the cruise ship has barely left port before she spots a familiar head of tousled curls ahead of her in the crowd.

She loses sight of him before she can get a good look, so she chalks it up to her imagination. It’s entirely possible that Bellamy is on the same cruise she is– they did, after all, both just graduate, and therefore have the same budget and scheduling constraints– but she tells herself it probably isn’t him. And that even if it is him, it’s not like they’re going to run into each other.

So of course the next day she’s on one of the decks by the pool when a shadow falls over her and his voice says, “Is this chair taken?”

Clarke pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head and wrinkles her nose at him.

“I don’t know, I my tiara really ought to have a chair of its own.”

Bellamy smirks and sits on the edge of the chair, not moving her stuff– not yet– but settling in to bicker with her. As is their custom.

She and Bellamy were RAs in the same dorm two years ago, and they had differing ideas at first about how hands-on they needed to be with their freshmen. Despite the way they picked at each other, by the end of the year they’d become reluctant allies, his calling her ‘Princess’ taking on less of a sneer and more of a teasing edge, her comebacks laced with a smile. They had each other’s backs.

But she didn’t re-up her RA contract for her senior year, and he did, and they’re not the type of friends to outright admit they miss each other, so she hasn’t seen nearly as much of him in the past couple of semesters as she would like.

“You here with Wells?”

“And Raven,” she nods. “I was saving those seats for them, but I’m pretty sure they ditched me to have tiny cabin sex.”

“O and Lincoln ditched me pretty fast too. I think they’ve all forfeited their right to a saved seat,” he grins, passing her bag back to her. The way he lounges back in the chair, skin already browning, wind ruffling his hair, he looks like something straight out of an ad. Or Clarke’s fantasies. Either one, really.

Just because she used to think he was a Class-A dick (which he is, but not in the way she thought. In the fun way.) doesn’t mean she’s never noticed how great his hands are, or how he’s got perfect hair for pulling, or how there’s probably more than one way to wipe a smirk off his face.

“Sure, make yourself at home,” she grumbles. He grins at her and pulls his shirt off, which is– honestly just so unfair.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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Come Clean - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3,262

Summary: The reader catches Jensen snooping through her phone.

Part 1 Part 2


“What the hell was that, Jensen? Tell me now.” Danneel demands angrily narrowing her eyes.

“Um…she…well…I’ll be right back, ok?”

“What?!”

“Just give me a minute! I have to talk to Jared.” Jensen bolts to his costar’s trailer without waiting for a reply.

“What’s up?” Jared asks when Jensen bursts through his door like a mad man.

“What did Y/N say?”

“About what?”

“Don’t fuck with me right now, Padalecki.” Jensen growls surprising them both.

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Make You Feel (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Prompt/Summary: You convince Pietro to smoke weed with you. Smut will occur, beautiful, beautiful, stoned smut.

Based on the song Make You Feel by Alina Baraz (which sounds amazing stoned, I highly recommend it for smoking playlists)

Warnings: 18+, Drug use (smoking pot), UNPROTECTED SEXY SEX

Word Count:  2171 (Oops haha)

IMPORTANT NOTES: This DOES include smoking pot, so please don’t bitch at me about weed, I am very pot friendly, and an avid smoker myself. So, I thought this would be interesting because smoking weed makes we wanna fuck someone. So, if you aren’t a weed fan, I respect that and please move along. Thank you so much, NOW ONTO THE GOOD STUFF

 This is my first Pietro, so be nice por favor <3


“I’m not sure about this Y/N.” You grabbed the handle to your door, pushing it open. A reluctant Pietro following behind. You closed and locked the door before turning back to the blonde in a blue t shirt.

“Hey, do you trust me?” You walked towards your best friend, crossing your arms.

“Da.”

“You’ll be fine. Come on.” You grabbed Pietro by the arm and lead him towards your balcony. You were a college student at NYU, and for credits, you were interning at Stark Enterprise, specifically Tony’s office assistant. When you mentioned how annoyed you were with your roommate and everything to do with dorms, Tony being the sweetheart he was, offered to let you stay in the tower, which meant living with the FUCKING AVENGERS. You had become close with Steve and Wanda, but shared a very similar sense of humor with Pietro, making you two extremely close. You hung out whenever he wasn’t on missions or you at school or in the office.

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Kill Zone - Part 1: Better Left Alone

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Sam Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak,  Dean Winchester, Cindy Stevenson (OC), Ella McKenzie (OC), Rowena Coven,   

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Mention of character deaths, Mention of murder, slight violence,  

Word Count: 4500ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

Technical terms: 

Surrogate: A replacement for someone in the killer’s life.

Unsub: Unknown Subject aka the Killer.

MASTERLIST

You sipped your coffee as you went over the case files again. You hadn’t seen your friend for a long time, and honestly you felt a little shitty asking him for a favor like this. It was something you would have to live with though. If this Dean Winchester guy could help you pinpoint the location the kill shots steamed from, then maybe you could actually make some headway in this case before a 3rd victim turned up. Ella McKenzie had turned up 7 weeks ago, and Cindy Stevenson, 3 weeks ago. If the unsub was sticking to that pattern, it didn’t give you and Cas a whole lot of time to find him before another girl went missing.

You were deep in thought, reading the coroner’s reports over and over again, as well as the initial police reports, searching for any possible link between these two women. You were so far away in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the 6’4” man smiling at you from the doorway. You didn’t hear him approach you, and he didn’t make himself known to you before he was leaning down over your chair half whispering, half talking into your ear.

“Looking good G-woman.”

You nearly jumped of the chair, your hand instinctively flying to your gun, as your eyes finally landed on the long-haired man, holding his hands up defensively before him with a huge grin on his face.

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Request: We got you

Request: How about a story where Y/N is a new girl in Charming, working as a waitress at the club’s favourite dinner. You start to get close to them and they ask you to help serve at some parties and at one a prospect, or hangaround, gets a little too handsy and they have to step in?

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: harassment

Originally posted by karladahmer

They got divorced. After years of happy marriage, my parents got divorced. I guess it wasn’t such a happy conjugal life after all. I was in college and my last summer break was close, I had no idea where I should go. My father was still living in our house, but mom had moved to California. My only plan was to work during the summer, save money, and when mom called, telling me her friend had a job for me, I made my decision. I packed and hopped on a plane to California.

The job was as a waitress in a Charming’s diner downtown and I just glad to have my own money and that experience. I had been doing fine, getting good tips, especially from the Sons. The Samcro bikers were regulars at the diner, coming over from breakfast or lunch after a run to somewhere out of town. I liked them, despite all the things I had heard around town. They were always nice to me.

That morning, they were talking about a party and it would be a big one apparently. They sounded so excited that I thought I had become invisible as I poured coffee on their cups, but then Bobby talked to me.

“How about making some extra cash sweetheart?”, he looking at me over his glasses, “This is gonna be a huge party and Gemma could use some help. You have experience, should help serve at the party”

Gemma Teller. I had heard a lot about her and, to be honest, she was the one who scared me among the Samcro family. I bit my lip, “I don’t know Bobby”

“I know you heard about our parties and that we’re savages”, Tig smirked, “But we will keep you safe. I promise”

They were looking at me, waiting for an answer, “I’ll think about it. I promise”

I did thought about it and realized, looking at my plans for next semester, that the extra cash would be great. I knew my mother wouldn’t like it, but I said yes anyway. Boys showed up at the diner on the next day and Jax gave me his mother’s number, I had to deal with Gemma now. I was so nervous when I called her, but she was gentle and said the boys had said good things about me. She needed me at the clubhouse on Friday night, but if I could be there earlier it would be even better. By the end afternoon I met Gemma at her office and she introduced me to the other girls helping at the party. They were used to those parties and I felt a bit intimidated, worried about doing a good job.

I had been helping Chuck all day and was seated outside, on a break, when the boys arrived. They hopped off their bikes and Chibs was the first one to see me, wrapping ar arm around my shoulders, “Hi darling. How are you doing?”

“Good”, I smiled, “Gemma is great, she told me to help Chucky, stay close to him”

“Don’t worry sweetheart”, Bobby entered the clubhouse as we all followed him, “And tells us if anybody bother you”

“Okay”, I nervously nodded.

“We mean it”, Tig emphasized and kissed the top of my head. They were being nice, but I was still nervous. I decided to find Chucky and go back to work. 

Boys were right, it was a big party indeed. I saw kuttes from at least two different places and many hangarounds too, people who knew the Sons and were friends of the club. Chucky wanted me to stay behind the bar since I was new around there, said he didn’t want anyone taking me for a sweet butt or crow eater. I did what he told, but that didn’t stop men from hitting on me. I had said no a dozen times already and it had worked so far. 

I just had opened a new bottle of whisky when this young Son leaned over the counter, asking for a drink. I served him, but he didn’t let me go, grabbing my wrist. 

“Let go”, I calmly said, but he just smirked. 

“You do know that you’re here to please, don’t you babe?”, he licked his lips and I only felt disgusted. He was drunk and couldn’t hold my wrist when I pulled back.

“I’m not your babe”, I hissed. I knew I should tell one of the boys, but I also wanted to handle it on my own, “Get lost”

He glared at me for a second and then shrugged, walking away from the bar. I rolled my eyes when I saw the prospect patch on his back. I breathed deeply as I looked around and noticed Gemma staring at me across the room. She just raised an eyebrow; I nodded that everything was fine and continued to work. At some point, people started to leave, find rooms or just fall on the couches or floor. Gemma told me I could go, paid me and kissed my cheeks, saying I had done a good job and she hoped to see me again soon. I grabbed my car keys and walked outside. I just had closed the door behind me when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest.

“Leaving without saying goodbye to me?”, his drunk giggle was enough for me to recognize the man as the idiot that was hitting on me later. 

“Let me go”, I clenched my jaw and was ready to hit him if I had too. My father had insisted on self-defense classes before I leave for college. He laughed but it got choked on his throat when someone else held him in a lock. Chibs kept me from falling, holding me by my waist.

“Are you okay?”, he asked. I nodded, watching Tig and Happy hold the prospect as Jax approached him. Samcro president had a smirk on his lips and I couldn’t listen him, but he clearly was threatening my stalker, whose eyes widened. 

“Do. You. Understand?”, Jax asked louder, the prospect nodded and he told Tig and Happy to let the boy go. He ran as the devil himself was after him and Jax finally turned to look at me.

“Are you okay darling?”, he asked.

“Yes”, I nodded, “Thanks… What did you just say to him? You scared the shit out of that boy”

“Don’t worry about that darling”, Jax winked as him and Chibs walked me to my car, “We got you”

My Boys

You run into the living room, rushing around hurriedly and grabbing your things. 

“What’s the rush, Y/N?” John asks from his place on the couch. 

“I’m going to be late,” you reply simply, racing to the kitchen to grab your purse, which you had left on the table yesterday night. 

“For what?” Sherlock drawls, lounging lazily on his chair in his robe. 

“My date,” you blurt out, not even thinking about the repercussions of your words. 

There is a stunned silence in the flat for a few moments, both of them staring at you in shock, but you don’t notice because you’re flying about, trying to get everything together in time. 

“Hold on, what?” John asks, standing up. “A date?”

“With who exactly?” Sherlock demands, leaping up and walking over to you in three long strides. He grips your arms tightly, forcing you to stop and look at him.

“Er, Alex,” you answer distractedly. “He’s an old friend from uni.”

“Are you sure he’s alright?” Sherlock presses. “He won’t hurt you?”

You roll your eyes. “He’s an old friend,” you repeat. “It’ll be fine.”

“Positive?” Sherlock continues, his eyes searching yours. 

You smile at his protectiveness. “I can handle myself, Sherly. Anyways, I gotta go. I’ll see you guys later, yeah? Don’t wait up!” 

“Fat chance,” Sherlock grumbles as you race out the door. 

He turns to see John still staring at the space where you had occupied just two seconds ago, with a look of shock on his face. “What?” 

“She’s going on a date, John,” Sherlock says slowly. “I’m sure you know what that is; after all, you’ve gone on plenty yourself.”

“…What?”

Sherlock sighs, rolling his eyes, and collapses back on his chair. After a few long, drawn out moments, John slowly sits back down on the couch, muttering to himself about “stupid” and “hurt her” and “kill him”. 

Sherlock shakes his head slightly, privately agreeing with his friend’s sentiments. 


“You’ll be running back to me soon enough,” Alex predicts as you glare at him, the two of you standing in front of 221B after a disastrous date. Although you had been perfectly civil, Alex had done nothing but drop dirty jokes and sexual innuendos all throughout your conversation, until you had finally told him you had had enough and demanded to end the date early.

“Don’t hold your breath,” you snap. “Oh wait, actually, do hold your breath. You’ll be dead for an infinity number of years before I talk to you again.” 

“Wouldn’t bet on it,” Alex comments, and you feel your hand itch, wanting to smack that smug look off his face. 

“Oh, yes I would,” you hiss, before turning to go back into 221B. 

Suddenly he grabs your arm and spins you, pulling you back to him and pinning you against his car. He leans closer, his warm breath making you shiver in disgust. 

“Come on, darling,” he whispers. “Let me show you what you’re missing.”

You freeze, eyes widening as your brain flashes back to when you had seen Moriarty, how he had murmured that name of supposed affection exactly the same way. The way he had threatened everyone you loved… 

In an instinctive reaction, you bring your knee up into Alex’s groin, causing him to release you and double over in pain. Immediately you punch him in the face, hearing a satisfying crunch as you did so, then follow up with a kick that snaps his head back. 

You know a blow like that would cause the brain to slam into the front of the skull, so you aren’t surprised when he drops like a sack of potatoes, unconscious, his head hitting the ground with a harsh cracking sound.

You turn and run into your flat, hearing the door slam behind you as you run up the stairs. You burst into the room where Sherlock and John are both sitting, and they jump up immediately. 

“Y/N? What is it?” John asks, both he and Sherlock moving forward to stand in front of you. 

“The bloody idiot downstairs happened,” you hiss, shoving past them to collapse on the couch. 

“What did he do?” Sherlock demands, narrowing his eyes. 

“Tried to get me in bed,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. “Then pretty much tried to assault me. He’s unconscious outside right now… and might have a concussion. Not sure, and don’t really care.”

You rest your head on the couch and close your eyes. “Anyways, I’m exhausted,” you continue. “You mind if I crash here for the night? I don’t feel like going upstairs.”

“No problem,” John says casually. While your eyes are closed, Sherlock and John exchange a glance, then with unspoken agreement both head for the door. You can hear both him and Sherlock moving around, but you’re not sure what they’re doing, so you open your eyes, only to see them leaving the room. 

“Hey, where are you going?” you ask, straightening. 

The two of them stop and look back at you, and in perfect synchronization they both say, “Out.”

You furrow your brow in confusion, but nod slowly anyways. “Er, okay, I’ll wait up for you then?”

“If you want,” Sherlock mutters distractedly. 

You close your eyes again and slump back on the couch. 


When John and Sherlock exit the flat, Alex is just sitting up, groaning and rubbing his head. 

“Stupid chav,” he mutters, unaware that two of her best friends in the world are standing right behind him. 

In a flash Sherlock grabs him by the shirt and hauls him up, slamming him against the car parked behind him, which Sherlock knew was Alex’s. 

“Don’t call her that,” John barks angrily. “She’s a thousand times better than you’ll ever be.”

“Who the hell are you?” Alex asks, trying to sound tough. The effect is slightly ruined, however, by the quivering tone to his voice. 

“I’m John Watson,” John introduces, giving him a cold smirk that promises bad things ahead. “And this is Sherlock Holmes. You might’ve heard of us.”

Alex’s eyes widen. “Y- you’re friends with Y/N?” he stutters, even more frightened now. 

Sherlock plasters on a sickly sweet smile. “Flatmates, partners, best friends, associates. Take your pick.”

Now seriously terrified, Alex gulps, his mouth dry. “I- I didn’t know, she di- didn’t tell m-”

“Which is all the better, because now we know what you’re really like,” John interrupts. “And no one treats Y/N like that without getting hell from us.”

Alex opens his mouth, but Sherlock stops his next few words by rewarding him with a hard punch on the jaw, releasing him while he did so. Alex stumbles, clutching his face. 

“Dude, you two are crazy-” he begins to say, but John quickly proceeds to shut him up with another punch. 

A couple minutes later, Alex lies on the sidewalk, bruised and battered, while John and Sherlock stand beside him, looking down at him in disgust.

“Weak,” John spits, his old military self making an appearance as he glares at the man - no, boy - that had been so rude to you.  

“He didn’t even attempt to fight,” Sherlock notes distastefully.

“Or flee,” a voice says from behind them. Both Sherlock and John turn around in surprise, seeing you standing by the door, leaning on it and regarding them casually. 

“Y/N, h- how long have you been standing there?” John stammers nervously. 

“Long enough,” you answer, managing to keep a complete straight face despite how much you want to hug them for being so protective of you. 

“How much have you seen?” Sherlock questions, scrutinizing you carefully. 

Your calm expression breaks into a smirk. “Pretty much everything,” you laugh, bounding towards them and giving both of them a hug in turn. John returns it happily, while Sherlock just stands there stiffly until you release him. 

“You’re not mad?” John asks after you pull away. 

Your returning grin answers all his questions, but you say the words anyways. “Of course not. I can never stay mad at my boys, especially after all they’ve done for me.” 

Laughing, you turn and return to the flat, pausing at the door for a second. You turn your head and smile at them. “Don’t stay out too late.” 

Then the door closes and you’re out of sight. 

Sherlock looks over at John. “We are not ‘her boys’,” he argues defensively. 

John smirks at him. “Yes we are,” he chuckles. “Oh, yes we are.” 

Hell on Earth: Welcome Back (Part 1)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester (Sister / Friends / Platonic / However you want to see it), Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Charlie, Kevin, Crowley

Length: 3010+ words

TW: Mentions of Torture, Rape, Child Abuse, Child Soldiers, Etc. 

A/N: So here is Ch 1 of my new series! There’s 6 parts in total, and I may have a sequel to this fic, depending on the feedback I get! 

Catch up on the Hell on Earth Series HERE


Dean and Sam Winchester were in their library, the eldest was reading an old lore book, and the youngest was on his laptop, looking for a case. The silence was comfortable, and much needed as a break from their high-stress life.

*RING RING*

Dean cursed under his breath, grabbing his phone from his pocket. “Hello?”

“What did you idjits do?”

“Bobby?!” he exclaimed. Sam got up from his chair, eyes wide with surprise.

“No, it’s Chuck,” the man replied sarcastically. “What did you boys do?”

“Nothing! We didn’t do anything!” Dean defended. “H-How are you alive?”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be calling you.” Bobby rolled his eyes.

“Where are you?”

“Home,” he answered. “Pulled out of heaven, and woke up on my bed.”

“We’re coming over,” Dean said, needing to see the man he saw as a father in person.

“Good. You can see Ellen and Jo too.”

“Ellen?! Jo? The hell is going on here, Bobby?!”

“I don’t know,” the man bit back. “Get your asses down here as soon as you can.” He hung up the phone, and Dean lowered his phone slowly.

“Welcome home, bitches!”

The two boys whirled around, seeing Charlie on top of the staircase of their bunker. Their jaws dropped.

“Sammy, get the holy water, and silver.” Dean narrowed his eyes at the girl. She only rolled her eyes, but tugged her sleeve up. Sam gave her the holy water which she drank, nothing happened. He sliced the top of her forearm with the silver blade, nothing happened.

“Jesus Christ, it’s good to see you, kid,” Dean breathed, giving her the biggest hug he could muster.

“You too, old man,” she said with a grin.

Sam was next, giving her a huge hug as well. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Water under the bridge, Sam!” She ruffled his hair.

“We’re heading up to Bobby’s, apparently he’s alive.” Dean turned around, heading to his room to pack.

“And so is Ellen and Jo.”

“Damn. What did you boys do?”

“Nothing!” Sam answered defensively. “Maybe Chuck decided to give us a break after all.”

Dean scoffed. “Yea, right.”

“You hear from anyone else?” Charlie asked.

“No one yet.”

“We have an arsenal of people we’ve lost,” Dean added. “There are too many names running through my head right now.”

Suddenly, Sam’s phone rang. They all looked at his expectantly as he answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey!”

“Kevin!” Sam exclaimed with a huge grin. “How are you, buddy?”

“Confused… Back from the dead, but confused.”

The youngest Winchester could only laugh. “Well, we’re all heading to Bobby’s to get this sorted. Why don’t you meet us there?”

“Sure. See you soon.”

When the Winchesters got to Bobby’s house, everyone was already there.

“We all did the tests,” Bobby informed them, showing them the raised skin from cutting themselves with a silver knife.

Dean and Sam nodded, almost at tears. They looked around the room, familiar faces that they thought they would never see again. After days of catching up, everyone left, trying to get back to their normal lives.

The brothers drove back to the bunker, hearts full of joy, even if it’s just for a short time. Dean’s phone rang just as they were nearing the bunker.

“Squirrel, I need to talk to you,” Crowley said, his voice was cold.

“Well, talk,” Dean replied sassily.

Sam raised his eyebrows when he heard him growl.

“Take off the wardings. There’s someone you need to meet.”

“Do you think we’re stupid?” Dean rolled his eyes. “What makes you think we’re going to trust you.”

“This is not up for debate, Dean!” Crowley bellowed. “You can summon me in a demon trap.”

Dean glanced at Sam who shrugged. “Fine.” They prepared the demon trap in the dungeon and temporarily took down the wardings.

Crowley appeared, but he wasn’t alone.

“What do you want?”

He was holding a girl in his arms. Her clothes were tattered, and caked with blood and dirt, but most of her was covered by Crowley’s black jacket.

“Who the hell is she?” Dean’s hand reached out for the gun in his back.

“She is the girl who sold her soul to bring back everyone you lost.”

Sam peered over his brother’s shoulder, examining the girl to see if he recognized her. “We’ve never seen her.”

“No. You guys have never crossed paths.”

The brothers looked at Crowley uneasily. They’ve never seen him this serious, his eyes were glowing red, and any signs of comfort between them was replaced with heavy tension.

“Then who is she?” the youngest Winchester asked.

“Y/N. She’s a girl that one of my demons kidnapped.” His eyes flared with angry red, before he took a deep breath, calming himself. “One of my demons had a deep fascination with making child soldiers. She was a prisoner, they reduced her to nothing- to believe that she was nothing. She somehow managed to find out about you boys, and decided to make a deal to bring back a list of people you lost. Obviously, no one was going to do just that. The bitch that kidnapped her was actually a crossroad demon, and  found out about her deal. She sent my hellhounds right there and then, killing her and sending her to hell where they personally tortured her for years before I stepped in. Those demons are now on the rack, where they’ll stay for ten times as long as the time she was tortured by them.”

“How long was she down there?” Sam whispered.

“Five years.”

The boys stood shell-shocked. Their eyes wide with awe.

“The deal didn’t go through though! How did she bring them back?” Dean asked.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Huddling for warmth or they'll die, sexual tension results -I can never get enough

I love this trope a whole lot, anon. thanks for sending it in! hope you like it :)

ao3


Clarke lets her head fall back against the wall with a thump. It’s only been a couple of hours, and already her phone is dead, her ass is aching from the hard concrete floor, and she’s starting to shiver.

It wasn’t her fault she got locked in the lab. Really.

She’d insisted Monty go home when he offered to stay back with her, telling him she just had a few more things to finish up. She thinks better with a clean workstation, but she’s not in the habit of tidying as she goes, so every now and then she stays an extra twenty minutes after work to clean up. How could she have known the big storage room– kept at a specific, chilly temperature– locks from the outside after hours?

There was no way she could’ve anticipated it, though that doesn’t stop her from berating herself the longer she sits, cold and annoyed and bored.

She’s done everything she can think of to do. She tried to call for help, but found that she had no service. Tried banging on the doors, but that’s useless when nobody is around to hear her.

So she resigned herself to her fate– spending the night right where she sat. She played games on her phone until she realized she’d want it throughout the night to check the time. She organized the shelves, built a tower out of tissue boxes, and set out paper towels to sit on, protecting herself from the cold, cold floor. But now it’s eight thirty, far too early to go to sleep, and she’s out of ideas.

Another thump as her head falls back against the wall again. And another. It’s been two and a half hours, is she already going crazy?

All of a sudden, the door opens.

She squints against the brightness, momentarily blinded.

“Holy shit,” someone says, as she blinks furiously. “Are you okay?”

“Thank god,” she sighs, scrambling to her feet, her limbs stiff. When she looks up again, she can make out the figure of a security guard, just as he steps further in. Too far. “No, no, no–” she cries, rushing toward the door, but it’s too late. It shuts behind him with an ominous locking sound. She swears and beats on it with her palms, knowing it’s no use.

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Periscope

I was watching brendon urie periscopes on youtube and got this idea. You’re welcome. It was also requested.

Request: Can you do a poly imagine with brendon urie x reader x sarah urie
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“‘You’re a dick’, why thank you,” Brendon said, reading off the chat on periscope, “'my mom’s phone corrected your name to breadbin,’ that’s sweet.”

I laughed at that from seat next to him,“'her glasses need jesus’,” I read, “fuck you, I love my glasses.”

“Oh look, more people asking about my dick,” Brendon pointed out on the screen.

“His dick is very nice,” I laughed, Brendon  laughed really hard at that.

“Well, you heard it here folks,” He laughed, resting his head on my shoulder.

“'What does she look like without glasses?’ You’ll never know,” I chuckled.

“She looks very nice without glasses,” Brendon sighed.

“'Where’s Sarah?’ I have no clue,” I said, looking around. Brendon lifted his head off my shoulder and looked too.

“Probably up stairs or something,” Brendon suggested.

I shrugged and read out more comments, “'You’re a slut,’ aw, that’s not nice.”

“Fuck you,” Brendon said, getting a bit defensive, “You’re a douche for even suggesting she’s a slut.”

“Brendon, it’s ok,” I said, patting his back.

“'Why is Bren getting so defensive?’ Because one of you just called my lovely girlfriend a slut.”

“’(Y/n) is sweet, fuck off,’ that’s nice, but it doesn’t bother me,” I said. Sarah stalked down stairs, but neither of us heard her.

“’(Y/n) and Bren should wear eachothers glasses,’ I don’t know, she’s pretty blind,” Brendon laughed.

“Just shush and hand me your glasses,” I laughed, handing him my glasses.

Once the were on his face, he squinted. Sarah had to stifle a giggle when I went bug eyed.

“Holy shit you’re blind,” Brendon said, “this is too clear, it makes my eyes hurt.”

“Wooow, it’s so blurry,” I said, trying to read another comment, “’(y/n) is pretty with glaciers?’ I think I read that wrong,” Sarah snuck behind us.

“’(Y/n) is pretty with glasses,’ I agree,” when she said it both Brendon and I jumped. Brendon jumped so hard he dropped his phone.

“Jesus fucking christ Sarah! Don’t do that!” Brendon cried as I tried to even out my breathing. We switched glasses back as Sarah laughed at us.

“Don’t do that again,” I said, picking up Brens phone, “Sorry about that, guys.” There was a flood of ‘lol’ 'lmao’ and 'it’s ok’ in the comments.

“I think I just shit myself,’ don’t do that, go change,” I read.

“'Jesus fucking christ,’ I don’t think jesus wants to fuck christ,” Sarah read.

“I guess that’s our queue to go, some of you were nice, and some of you were bastards-”

“Brendon,” Sarah warned.

“Bye!” I waved, ending the broadcast.

“Jesus christ,” Brendon sighed, locking his phone and putting it up.

“Could have been worse,” I said, kissing his cheek, “Sarah only scared us once and I only got called a slut twice.”

“They shouldn’t call you that to begin with,” Sarah said, “You’re not a slut.”

“Thanks, babe.” I said, kissing her on the cheek.

“So, food?” Brendon asked. Sarah and I shared a look.

“Taco bell?” She asked.

“Taco bell.” I affirmed.

“Not again!” Brendon exclaimed, a giant smile on his face, nonetheless.

I kissed Brendon on the lips, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Fine, let’s go to taco bell,” He sighed. Sarah and I wooed in celebration, “jeez, my girls are spoiled.”

“You love us,” Sarah said, holding his keys out to him.

“That I do,” He sighed, “that I do.”

The Great Backpack Switchup

@ushibakawaka: aww you’re too cute, this request wasn’t bad at all! I actually really loved it! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it(:

Originally posted by visual-17

Pairing: Mingyu/Reader

Genre: don’t be fooled by the summary, this is pure fluff

Summary: In which a tampon, a notebook and a dildo lead Mingyu to his future girlfriend, or a sex addict, either is valid. 

Author’s Note: I may have made this a lot weirder than I should but oh whales, I think it’s funny. Do you guys care for profanities by the way? I have a sailor’s mouth constantly, so I never really censor myself but if you guys want me to start putting in a warning please let me know! I don’t want to offend anyone!  And just a side note: I’m not going to be able to write every request I get, just because I don’t get inspiration to write from the scenarios that are requested. Don’t be offended! I just suck at being creative sometimes. I do keep the idea in my drafts just in case an idea suddenly pops into my head! 

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Is This Love? (JiminxReader)

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL SERIES #5

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: The reader plans to ask Jimin to Valentine’s Dance but Jimin already has a date.

Word Count: 998 words


My best friend Zienna was zipping up the back of my dress while simultaneously lecturing me on how to approach my crush, Jimin , before the Valentine’s Dance tonight.

“And please don’t use that voice you use when you’re nervous.” She said straightening out my dress. “What voice?” I asked defensively. “You know the one where your voice gets all high pitched and you start squeaking. I’ve heard you do it when you were talking to Jimin last week.”

I shoved her off playfully. “I did not!” I laughed. “You did too!”She said slppaing my arm. I groaned. What if I squeaked tonight, I had plans to ask Jimin to go to the dance with me today. I knew he didn’t have a date because Zienna was dating his best friend, Taehyung and he had assured us he was going solo. My plan was to go over to Tae’s house with Zienna and when Jimin and I both didn’t have partners, I figured we would just end up going together.

Zienna was putting on some more mascara when she saw my nervous reflection in the mirror. “Y/N.. Don’t worry. The worst he can say is no.”

I nodded my head gravely, “You’re right, that is the worst thing.”

Zienna laughed at me, she always said I was overly dramatic. In a way, she has point. Last year, Jimin held open a door for me so I mass texted her during a presentation. She wasn’t happy.

Zienna pulled me up by arms and looked me straight in the eye. “You got this Y/N. If he says ‘yes’, then awesome. If he says ‘no’, whatever, I’ll share Taehyung with you and we’ll treat him like fourth wheel the entire night!” I laughed and gave her hug. I wanted to believe that I would be okay if he said “no” but I knew I wouldn’t. I don’t really know what love is or how it’s supposed to feel like, but what I feel for Jimin, when he walks into a room or when someone says his name, feels pretty close to it.

We got to Tae’s house and we rang the doorbell. Zienna was wearing a midi silky rosy pink dress that hugged her curves. I always felt like Zienna had the perfect body which is why I really didn’t want to be standing next to her if Jimin opened the door. I was wearing a strapless silver fitted dress that I paired with shiny reflective gold heels. I felt pretty but I was still really nervous.

“Hey babe- Woah” Taehyung’s eyes raked over Zienna’s over body and I instantly felt a pang of jealousy; not because I liked Tae but because I loved their relationship so much.

“You look amazing Zienna, wow!” He pulled her close and we got inside the house.

Tae led us to the living room where his mother and father were talking to Jimin. We greeted his parents and they complimented us making us thank them bashfully. I looked over at Jimin and he looked handsome as ever. He was wearing a grey tux with silver embellishments and a red tie. I looked down at my own outfit and it looked as though we planned it.

Jimin looked over at me and laughed. “Wow.” He said motioning between our outfits. “People will think we’re a power couple,” He said laughing. I blushed furiously and replied, “A force to reckon with.” He laughed harder.

Zienna looked over at me from her seat on the couch, raising her eyebrows at me. Ugh. I shook my head subtly and then she narrowed her eyes, letting me know that if I didn’t say something, she would.

I turned over to Jimin and took in deep breath. “Hey, Jimin, I was wondering-” I was cutoff by the sound of doorbell. Jimin’s eyes immediately lit up and he said, “That must be Rita!” he quickly moved to open the door and sure as hell standing outside looking stunning as ever was Rita.

“Rita, you look stunning,” Jimin said grabbing her hands and kissing her cheek as he pulled her inside. They walked into the room holding hands. “Hey, everyone!” Rita said brightly. Everyone in the room responded except me. I couldn’t look over at Zienna, I knew she would have that expression she pulls when she feels absolutely terrible at something but also really disappointed. If I made eye contact with her, I would break. Jimin was looking at Rita the way I imagined I looked at him. I wanted to cry or yell and tell him how I felt about him, but I didn’t. That’s how I knew I really did love Jimin, because when you love someone, their happiness comes first and no matter how hurt I was, I didn’t want to spoil something as heartwarming as Jimin’s smile.

“Y/N, I love your dress.” Rita said to me and I smiled as brightly as I could. “Thank you, Rita. You look beautiful.”

“Should we go now?” Jimin said, putting his arm around Rita’s waist.

“Yeah, we should.” Taehyung said, standing up. Zienna moved over to me and whispered, “Are you okay?” I nodded slightly.

“Actually guys, I’ll meet you there. I need to stop by my house real quick,” I lied. Zienna saw right through it too, shaking her head at me.

“Oh, are you sure? We can all wait outside if you want?” Jimin offered sweetly.

“No, I’m sure. I’ll see you later.”

I quickly said goodbye to Tae’s parents and the rest of the gang and got in my car. Only when I was parked in my driveway did I finally allow myself to cry.

A/N

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed the imagine :)

~Armygirl

anonymous asked:

#13 with nessian: " This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…"

I don’t know how this ended up so feelsy? I’m sorry? I may have cried a little bit writing this. 

Nessian - Fluff, Hurt/Comfort - The Shining of The Silver Screen Makes My Heart Beat Faster

Nesta’s first suicide attempt took everyone by surprise.

Yet she survived. The worst part is having to see how deeply it shook those she loves - hell, even morons she’s only ever spoken foul to like Cassian had actually cried out in public when they’d visited her in hospital. She realises it isn’t just Elain who’d miss her. And whilst she recognises that she ought to be touched by their concern, she can’t help resenting it, knowing it will just be one more thing that holds her back the next time. Not to mention the fact that, because of their ‘touching concern’, she now has a personal bodyguard - AKA a stalker - protecting her from herself.

A personal bodyguard who is currently burying his face into her shoulder. “If you don’t like horror movies, you shouldn’t have come,” Nesta says, popping a kernel of popcorn into her mouth and chuckling to herself right as Jack Nicholson starts chopping down a door. “Don’t be such a baby,” she says, both to Cassian beside her and Jack’s wife, who’s sobbing hysterically about the fact that she’s about to get murdered by her psycho husband.

“Why did you make me watch this? What’s wrong with you,” Cassian pines, actually jumping in his skin when Jack starts hacking down the door. ‘Heeeeere’s Johnny!’ Leers the film, and Nesta can hear Cas mumble pitifully into the fabric of her shirt, “I fucking hate Johnny.” She does her best not to let on how hilarious he is making this for her.

“What else is going to be on at 2am other than horror films and porn?” Nesta retorts, glaring the second she sees a lecherous grin crack out on Cas’s face. “And fuck no, I’m not watching fifty shades with you.” No need to mention she already has a bootleg copy back home, currently slotted into her laptop’s disk drive. Suicides went to hell anyway apparently, so why not live life as a fucking piece of human garbage?

“Still can’t sleep, huh?” Cas asks, propping his chin up on her shoulder and looking right at her. She’s long since given up on enforcing personal space with him. Like a large dog eternally trapped in puppyhood, he always seemed to forget that she didn’t want a hug or a shoulder pat or a piggyback up the stairs. Not to mention his habit of keeping close to her, touching her, had been growing on her lately. It helps to keep her grounded; Not that she was ever going to admit that to him, of course.

“Not at night,” she says, staring at the cinema screen but not really focusing on the movie. “Once I’m out though, I never want to get back out of bed.”

“I know the feeling,” he says with a grin. She looks back at him with eyes that tell him that no, he really doesn’t.

Sighing, he steals a handful of her popcorn and picks at it thoughtfully. “Nothing make you want to get out of bed?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes things are good, once I get up. The meds are helping…” She doesn’t know why she’s telling him this, but it feels surprisingly natural. He’s been her near constant companion these past two months, since Feyre’s been away dealing with her psycho ex-boyfriend and Rhys has a world to save with his charity enterprises. Somehow in the midst of all the drama, Cassian’s become her one solid base in the centre of it all.

“I’ve started actually enjoying things again. Sometimes,” she confesses with a small smile, and for a moment the Ice Queen masks drops and she feels a warm, fragile glow in her chest. She hasn’t felt hope in a long, long time, and right now it’s just the tentative embers of a fire that’s long been out, but they’re there and they’re brightening, and right now the only person she wants to show these shy, tender new beginnings to is Cassian. “I had fun tonight,” she says, looking over at him as he finishes the last of the popcorn. “Actual, real fun.”

He looks back at her, swallowing - but that might just be the popcorn. “I- I’m glad my abject terror has amused you,” he says, struggling around his words, and she understands. When she talks about this, her illness, how sometimes she just wishes she was dead and none of this had happened, people get scared and don’t know what to say. Humour is often the best defense, and she doesn’t resent him for it. In fact, in what has recently become easier and actually genuine for her, she laughs.

“You were such a trembling maiden,” she says, smirking.

“I think I was rather brave,” he responds with an indignant sniff. “It went better than last night with the zombie movie. Thanks for holding my hair back by the way. That was too much gore for me. Shame too, I spent a lot on dinner.”

“I can’t believe you were in the military.” She sets the empty popcorn bucket aside and turns in her seat to face him. Despite the screaming and crying and hysterics on the big screen, she feels unusually safe, like those reborn embers of hers really are glowing softly in the space between them.

“I can’t believe you’d want to hurt yourself,” Cassian says, shifting in his seat so that he’s draped over the armrest next to her, so close now. His soft murmur can barely be heard over the theatrics on screen, but Nesta blocks everything else out, focusing solely on him. “You’re so unstoppable and ferocious and bright. I don’t think anything could ever - would ever dare - get in your way except you.”

She meets his eyes, studies his face, lit by the flickering, ever changing light of the movie screen. He’s not beautiful, not some Mr. Darcy come to be her knight in shining armour, but he is possibly the warmest human being she ever did meet. A dozen people have told her she’s an idiot for what she did, as if it weren’t an illness, as if she chose to feel this way. He’s only ever been there to hold her hand - not that she would ever let him.

“Cas,” she says, “can I kiss you?”

He reaches over to the armrest and takes her hand in his, his rough fingers lacing with her delicate ones. This time, she does not draw away. “My dear, impossible Nesta,” he leans his forehead against hers, his nose brushing against her cheek, “you may.”


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Happy Birthday, spooning-always-leads-to-forking!

Originally posted by itadakimasu-letmeeat

Happy birthday to @spooning-always-leads-to-forking from all of us here at @everlarkbirthdaygifts! We apologize for posting so late in the day, but hey, this way you get to party a little bit longer, right? ;) To help you celebrate, @shesasurvivor has written a story just for you! Enjoy!

Title: If you like making love at midnight

Rating: M

Author’s Note: Happy birthday! Enjoy this little piece of Everlark-on-vacation, with slight influences from The Piña Colada Song! ;)

“Mind if I join you?

I try not to let myself look as annoyed as I really feel about this question. The entire reason I came out to use the hot tub so late at night was precisely because I wanted to be left alone, and not be bothered by the other loud, annoying hotel guests. I know it would be rude to make that apparent, though, so I put on the most fake smile I can muster, and turn to nod assent to the intruder.

I stop when I see him, caught off guard. He’s not what I’m expecting, not by a long shot. He’s my age, which immediately would make me coil away, my guard already up. But there’s something about him that already puts me at ease. Maybe it’s his gentle eyes, which I think are blue, but it’s so hard to tell for sure in this dim light. Or maybe it’s the kind smile plastered across his face as he looks down at me, genuinely awaiting my approval.

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Charades

I have no excuse for this. I’m garbage and I know it. cross-posted on AO3 here. hope you enjoy this trash!


“MY TURN!” Lance jumped up eagerly, already reaching for the helmet containing folded up papers containing short phrases.

Five days since their last fight, the team decided to relax for a bit and teach their Altean friends some Earth games. They were currently playing charades, and Allura and Coran were not getting the concept at all.

“I just don’t understand how ‘What’s up dog?’ makes any sense as a phrase. Why is the dog up?” Allura pouted. The most difficult part of this game seemed to be Allura and Coran making sense of the odd human phrases, and the paladins understanding the Altean phrases in return.

“It doesn’t, but it’s something that used to be said on Earth,” Hunk tried to explain. “I’ve never heard anyone say it anyways- which one of you put that it?”

Keith’s cheeks colored. “In my defense, I didn’t talk to a lot of people on earth so I didn’t know, okay?”

Shiro tried to hold back his amusement, but Pidge and Lance had no quarrels about laughing at the red paladin.

“Don’t tell me you put phrases like ‘That’s groovy!’ in too!” Lance laughed harder as the blush on Keith’s face darkened.

“Shut up!” He covered his face with his hands. “Just take your turn already so the game can be over.”

Lance winked at the blushing boy, “I guess you really are the red paladin!” He snorted.

The rest of the team made sounds of annoyance at the joke, but Lance succeeded in getting the attention off of Keith’s lack of social skills and back on himself. He unfolded the paper in his hand and grinned widely at the phrase he had to pantomime. He shoved the paper in his pocket and cracked his fingers, overly exaggerating his movements. “Are you ready?”

“Yes!” Keith and Pidge shouted in unison. Hunk rolled his eyes in response to his best friend’s question, already familiar with his theatrics. Shiro smiled softly at Lance, nodding his readiness, then turned to Allura and Coran, his smile morphing into one of encouragement instead.

Lance held up three fingers.

“Three words!” Pidge shouted.

Lance nodded, then held up one finger.

“First word,” Hunk said.

Lance nodded again, his smile wide before suppressing it and putting on a serious façade. He brought his hands up to his neck and squeezed lightly, trying to get the word across.

“Laryngitis?” Keith asked. Lance gave him an annoyed look, shaking his head.

“Choking?” Allura asked. Lance nodded excitedly, pulling his hands away and holding them in front of his body, palms facing towards each other. He moved them closer together slightly. “Choke?” she corrected.

Lance grinned wide, nodding again. He held up two fingers.

“Second word,” Coran supplied.

Lance pointed at himself.

“You?” Hunk asked.

Lance shook his head and brought his eyebrows closer together, looking focused. He repeated the gesture.

“Me?” Keith guessed.

Lance smiled again and smirked.

“Choke me?” Pidge asked, confusion marring her expression.

Lance held up three fingers.

“Third word,” Shiro said. Lance made eye contact with the black paladin and crossed the room to stand by him. He flung his arms out, one hand gesturing to his crossed legs, the other held by Shiro’s head.

“Leader?” Keith guessed. Lance shook his head.

“Shiro?” Hunk asked. Lance shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh my god.” Pidge groaned. “Choke me, daddy.”

“You got it!” Lance cried, his body shaking with laughter.

Blood rushed to Keith’s face as he comprehended what he heard, his features morphing to convey a look of pure horror. Pidge cackled manically, falling backwards on the floor due to the force of her laughter. Hunk made a face, not too surprised with Lance, but slightly grossed out all the same. Allura and Coran exchanged a look of confusion, not quite understanding the meaning behind the phrase.

And poor Shiro’s cheeks turned pink, his flesh hand already covering his eyes in embarrassment as Lance wrapped his arms around his neck, settling into his boyfriend’s lap. “So what do you say?” Lance grinned, “Wanna choke m-“

“Lance!” Shiro interrupted, torn between laughing at his boyfriend’s shamelessness, and crying. He did not need for his team to know this much about their relationship.

“And on that note, game’s over!” Keith called, getting up and moving towards the doorway.

“You guys are so gross,” Pidge laughed, following behind the red paladin.

“I don’t understand?” Allura complained.

“You’re better off not knowing,” Hunk informed the princess, grabbing her and Coran each by the arm as he ushered them all out of the room, “Trust me.”

Off Limits - Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,966

Summary: Sam tells Dean that the reader is off limits. Dean’s never been one to follow the rules…


“Shit. I’m stuffed!” Dean says walking lazily out of PF Changs with his younger brother.

“Yeah me too. I feel like I need to go for a run.” Sam groans looking uncomfortable.

“A run?! The rest of the world takes a nap when they eat too much!”

Dean scratches the scruff on his chin while he wonders how the hell they are related. Talk about friggin opposites.

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Ponds || Tom Holland

| Tom Holland Imagine| 

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“You know, if you get any closer to that duck, you’ll fall in the pond,” I heard a soft chuckle from behind me. I turned around to face Tom. He stood with his arms crossed, looking at me with a smile. I took a small step back, but the muddy ground prevented me from stepping any further back, I felt myself slipping and soon enough I felt the cold impact. Water splashed everywhere, a few ducks cleared the space around me. 

“Told you so.” 

I sent a glare as I tried to get out of the water, failing miserably. I looked up at him and let out a huff as I saw him stood, doubled over laughing. He walked towards me and helped me out, still laughing at my misfortune. I trudged past him, shivering as the air began to get colder around me, I was freezing cold. I shook, trying to dry myself off. 

“Can we go? Please?” I asked, still shivering. Tom took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders before pulling me into him. I warmed up a bit, but not enough. Burying my face into his shoulder, I wrapped my arms around his torso, holding him tight. He chuckled and kissed my wet hair as we began to leave. 

I had a few strange looks off of strangers as we passed them, I couldn’t help but feel awkward as a few stared down at me. Finally, we reached Tom’s house, only to find his brothers standing in the garden, watching as we approached them, me still shivering. 

“What in the world happened to you? You look like you just went swimming in the pond!” Harry stated with a chuckle making me roll my eyes as the three boys began laughing, Tom chucking along with his brothers, he soon stopped when I slapped his chest. 

“You got the pond part right, although she didn’t go swimming… She actually fell into the pond,” the boys erupted into more laughter, catching the attention of their mom, she exited the house. Her eyes widened as she took in my appearance, rushing to my side almost immediately.

She rubbed my arms in attempt to warm me up, “what happened? Tom?! You was supposed to look after her. What did you do?” Tom raised his hands up in defense. 

“I didn’t do anything! She got too close to the pond and fell in. I did warn her!” He defended himself, his mom send him a glare as she took me from him and into her arms, I was about to say something about her clothing getting wet, but she had already rushed me into the house. From outside, I could hear the laughter start up again. 

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“Are you mad at me?” 

Silence. 

“Y/n?” 

Still no reply. 

“Okay, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed at you and I should have told my brothers to stop, lesson learnt! Please forgive me, I love you so much. Pleaseeeeeee?” Tom kissed all over my face, landing onto my lips. I couldn’t help but kiss him back. 

I pulled away and smirked, “we’re going to the park again tomorrow.” 

“Why?” 

I smiled, “no reason, but I’ll give you a warning, stay far away from that pond. You might slip or someone might accidentally push you in, just a tip.” I stated before kissing his lips once again. 

Tomorrow will be a fun day.