but my friend put her in there so i took the advantage anyway

Flowers for my sister

A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by queerevens

Originally posted by wincester-oops

You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.

“What?” You hissed at him.

“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.

“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”

“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.

“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.

“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.

Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.

“Seriously Sam. Drop. It.” You hissed at him.

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Hatefuck C.H.

This imagine is based on this song. 

You can read part 2 here

Trigger Warning: it contains smut and swearing 

Word count: 2,5k+

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.  


Heartbreak.

That was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Numbness came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears, but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.

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Just Roommates

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Request: Hi! Can u do one where the reader is in love with Dean and one day he brings a girl to the bunker and introduces her as his girlfriend and the reader is kinda mean to her, but later on tries to move on from Dean with Crowley and Dean finds out and you decide how it ends?

Pairing: Dean x reader/Crowley x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Oh you really shouldn’t have let me decide how to end this one…


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Bittersweet

» Part two

She likes the sad eyes, bad guys
Mouth full of white lies
Kissing in the corridor
But quick to tell her goodbye

Author: amsimaria
Word count: 7,3K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other BTS members)
Genre: Angst/Slight smut (Rated M)
Warnings: Slight violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, Smut, (Jimin’s a kind of a Jerk in this part).  

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Heat of the Moment - Part 3: In the Light of Day

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

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, language   

Wordcount: 1700ish

A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. Which turned into the first two parts. Then @arryn-nyxx said something and boom here is the 3rd and last part.

Thanks a billion to brilliant and amazing @mamapeterson betaing this for me and helping me get the ending just right.

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Knowing that Jared wasn’t exactly thinking straight at the moment, you hadn’t been able to stay put. After finding your jeans hanging over the couch you had ran from the apartment and down the street. Luckily for you, your brother weren’t exactly quiet, which made your job of finding them all the more easy.

You loved your brother to pieces, but sometimes his overprotective nature made you want to kick his ass. You were 24 years old and you knew how to stand up for yourself. It wasn’t like Jensen was some creep from the bar anyway. You honestly couldn’t see Jared’s problem even if what had happened between you and Jensen had just been a one night thing. You hoped it wasn’t and Jensen had given you every reason to think he wanted more, just the same as you before he bolted from the room.

Your heart fluttered and even running down the street toward the alley where Jared’s loud roars were coming from, you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about the loving look flashing in Jensen’s green eyes before your brother had interrupted you. You hoped that Jared wouldn’t scare him away like he had with a few of your boyfriends in the past. Truth be told you hadn’t lost anything by that, even if you had been pisseed with your brother for his overprotective behavior, but Jensen was different.

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New Beginnings (Teen Dad AU Jungkook) Pt2

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Hey girl! Loved your Jungkook AU ‘New Beginnings’. Can you continue it? Any way you want😄


Part 1


“Just give me her” Ahjoong hissed at you “you aren’t allowed to have her” you tell her as you held Yoomi close. “She’s my child I have all the right to have her” she told you as she nearly grabbed Yoomi before she was yanked away. “Don’t touch my daughter” Jeongguk hissed as he made it to your house. “Kookie” she said excited as she reached for him. “I’m ready to be a family with you baby” she cooed as she went to touch him but he backed up. “You called my daughter, a good for nothing little bitch. You held her little arm so hard it bruised. You aren’t touching my daughter and you’re never going to be my girlfriend again” he spoke. “Anyways you’re only running here because you need someone to pay for your life” he finished as he took Yoomi from you. “You’re freaking pregnant again with someone else’s baby. I’m not raising that baby” he says as he smiled at his daughter. “Now leave, my…girlfriend and baby alone. Understand” he told as Ahjoong. “Is she the one making you say that? Did you knock her up?” she asked as he scoffed “I just don’t want to see you around my baby” he says pulling you close. “Leave before I call the cops” you tell her as she rolled her eyes “realize what you’re leaving Kookie” she says “a woman who’s gonna have 10 kids before she’s 30″ he joked as she stomped away from you guys.

~

You were forced to sit down in Jeongguk’s apartment, it wasn’t fancy but he was working hard and doing well so it meant a lot more to him than anything else. “Why am I here?” you asked him as he smiled “I’m going to make you something special” he says as he sits Yoomi into your lap. “Why?” you asked him, you shivered lightly as Jeongguk was right behind you “because you’re an amazing babysitter and a good friend” he coos into your ear before placing a kiss onto your cheek. “The one guy at my work is an amazing cook so he gave me a lesson because he cooks for his wife all the time” he told you as he began pulling things out of his fridge “how much did all of this cost?” you asked as he made a sound and waved it off. 

Yoomi made a sound as she tried to stand up on your lap “daddy” she yells as she bounced on your lap “MiMi daddy is busy” he hums as she whines. She loved her father a lot and that was very clear to you as she always wanted to be hanging off of him. Jeongguk stepped out of the kitchen wearing an apron holding a cute little girly bottle “apple juicy for my little boo” he cooed as he bent down to her level puckering his lips and she leaned in giving him a ‘kiss’ covering him in slobber before passing her the bottle. Moments like these melted your heart deeply “makes you want to have my babies doesn’t it?” he jokes to you, you let out an airy chuckle as he smiles “food should be done soon” he told you as you nodded. 

~

Jeongguk sat a simple meal of shrimp fried rice in front of you and you grin at it “looks nice” you tell him as he gave you a toothy smile “thanks” he says as he heads back into the kitchen grabbing another plate along with a little bowl of plain rice for Yoomi. Yoomi instantly stuck her arms out for Jeongguk and he took her from you “so you start your senior year in a week right?” he asks making small talk “yeah” you say rubbing your hands along your pants “I can still watch Yoomi if you want me too” you tell him “I can afford daycare now, my boss knows my situation and pays me a bit more” he says as you frown. “Do you not want me to?” you ask him awkwardly “it’s not that Y/N. You’re still a teenager, you need to be a teen” he says “you didn’t get to be a teen” you mumble. He scoffs “I had sex and knocked a girl up, that’s what I did as a teen” he told you “then why do you want me to be a teen so bad?” you hissed “because no one will sleep with you” he shot back as a look of hurt crossed your face. “Y/N” he says as he saw the pained look on your face, you pushed your plate away as you got up. “You’re a jerk Jeongguk, no wonder you ended up a teen parent” you threw at him as you put on your shoes. 

Jeongguk put Yoomi down on the ground as he got up “excuse me?” he asked you getting up in your face “you were nothing more than a fuckboy, you and your whole group-” “your brother was in that group-” “that’s how I can verify it” you threw at him quietly so Yoomi didn’t hear. “You took advantage of my feelings for you for the past two months so you wouldn’t have to pay for someone to watch your daughter. But guess what? Starting tomorrow you’ll have to” you tell him as you walked out of the apartment leaving him there in shock. His palm slammed into his head before he pulled his hair, he couldn’t do or say the right things to you or to anyone it seemed. He sunk to the floor burying his face into his legs and soon he felt little hands on his legs as he glanced up seeing his daughter there with what seemed to have concern written on it. “Don’t worry baby girl, well get through this” he told her as he picked her up, he knew he had to move forwards even if you weren’t there. 

~

“What do you say? A date after school” Kwisik, a boy who hit on just about any girl asked you. “No” you said simply shutting your locker “aw why not bab-” “leave me alone alright, you’re just trying to get in my pants” you tell him. He scoffed leaving you there alone as you sighed heading to class. 

You went through your day normally, you hadn’t talked to Jeongguk in two weeks. Even with calls and texts you wanted nothing to do with him but at the same time you did. You were worried about Yoomi and if someone was taking care of her or he had to do something special for her. You wanted to visit her, you felt motherly towards her. Walking out of the school you were tapped on the shoulder “some guy with a kid is looking for you” an underclassman girl told you as you looked towards the gate of the school where you could see Jeongguk there with Yoomi, you walked towards him confused as he could see that people were sending him glances and whispering. Of course people remembered him, he was the only guy in the school to get a girl pregnant in years. 

“Why are you here?” you asked quietly “I was worried about you” he spoke “Yoomi can say mama now” he says as you stood there “we were looking at pictures of everyone and she saw you and called you mama” he explained. “I’m sorry but I knew I couldn’t just let it pass. Your her mother even if you’re not” he says. “Jeongguk..” you whispered as he cupped your face with his free hand “I was harsh but you should be able to enjoy being free” he says “I’m happy watching her, I enjoy it” you told him calmly “I’d sleep with you” he says as you looked confused “I told you no one would sleep with you but I know many guys would but you’re smart enough not to do what I did” he told you embarrassed that he was saying all of this in front of your school. You grabbed his hand off of your cheek and pulled him down the sidewalk.

~

You two sat down in a small coffee shop down the block before Jeongguk got up and grabbed a high chair “I’m sorry” he says again as he sat Yoomi down in the seat “I care-” “you have to order something” the person behind the counter told you guys as he sighed and headed to the counter ordering things for you guys before he came back. “I care about you okay, I realize that after the past two months as you took care of my baby girl. I want you to have a real life as a teenager and not have to watch a child-” you cut him off by placing a kiss onto his lips. He instantly kissed back before you pulled back “I hate being a teenager” you whisper to him as the sound of slapping filled your ears as Yoomi was demanding attention from you guys “sorry baby” he coos as your order was called “I’ll be back” he says as you you nod glancing over at Yoomi. 

“Mama” she spoke reaching out for you as your heart raced at the cuteness, you slid from your spot going over to her picking her up from her seat smiling. “Hello baby girl” you whisper as she instantly cuddled into you “sorry I left you” you whispered as you placed a kiss onto her head before petting her hair “daddy got you a sweet little treat” he called as she instantly pulled away from you looking at the sugary treat excited. He sat down beside you and smiled giving you a up of iced coffee and began pulling pieces of the bun off and handed it to Yoomi who happily took it and put it into her mouth.

snape’s fictional, i don’t hate on him. i hate on everyone who is like him and by defending him, you are defending everyone who is like him.

(this was originally a caption on my ig fanacc because so many people kept bringing it up and attacking me for attacking snape, but i think i’ll put it up in here.)

“why do you keep hating on snape? he doesn’t deserve this! stop being so cruel! etc etc!”

yeah well have you ever considered the fact that snape is a FICTIONAL character who will never, ever be affected by all the “hate” he receives and that i dislike calling calling ppl out on the smallest things but since he isn’t real it’s actually FINE?? because he’ll never see it? because he won’t be crying himself to sleep? because he’s FICTIONAL and dead, too, if fictional ain’t enough.

and have you ever considered that by hating on this fictional character, i’m actually hating on every teacher that took advantage of their authority and tried to wreck me down like snape constantly attempted to do so with harry and hermione and neville and doubtlessly many others too??

(i’m sixteen now and none of my current teachers are assholes like snape was but i still think of my older ones and what some of them have said and i still wonder if it was my fault and if i did deserve it and if they were right. it’s been years and i still think about what i was told when i was only ten to thirteen. and my teachers never threatened to kill my pets and did half of the things snape did in his classroom, so i can’t even imagine what hermione and neville obviously went through later on when they were alone and had nothing to do but think)

anyways. and have you ever considered that by hating on snape i’m actually hating on every single boy who’s prejudiced against a group of people but still liked one girl from this group but NOT apparently enough for him to stop being a racist motherfucker??

and that yeah he maybe “liked” her but he still hated her because no matter what you say about his patronus and him dying to save the world and all that bullshit, it doesn’t matter. he didn’t like her. if you like someone, you don’t join a group who wants to kill them. if you like someone, you don’t call them a slur. especially a slur during the time of a war that revolved around it.

if you like someone who died because of you and left nothing behind but a baby who knew nothing of the truth, then you don’t just bully the child.

i’m not hating on snape specifically; he’s fictional. i’m hating on every person who is like snape.

“i was bullied and my crush friendzoned me and befriended my bullies!”

1. don’t say the word friendzone in front of me it’s disgusting and it’s just a way to attack people (girls specifically) for their right to say n o.

and

2. are you saying that you can relate to snape because you were bullied and your friend joined your bullies? are you sure that’s all?

bc it ain’t enough.

if you were racist and ready to kill people you were racist agains, and if you were literally ABUSIVE against children while you were an adult and in a place of authority over them, and if you called your friend a slur which was the reason behind why they left your ass in the first place, and if you outed someone just to expose them to the world and get them fired then

congrats, you ARE like snape and congrats, you need to get the fuck out of my blog because i don’t have any respect for intentionally abusive assholes and racist motherfuckers :) x

anonymous asked:

I feel down after the new episode, do you think it is still possible that dean will stop sleeping around with women and get together with cas? idk i feel like it will never end and since 11x23 we've seen dean repeat too much that cas is a brother/best friend and it's starting to make me nervous

Well, Dean is a single man, not in a committed relationship (even if WE can clearly see he’s obviously married to Cas), who is allowed to sleep with whoever he wants. Period. But there are some things in that whole scene in the Pickle Jack Shack. And I mean really… the whole place is a sexual innuendo.

Sorry for my “photo of the tv screen screencapping” but… that phallic pickle protruding from the bull riding sign? Ooookay.

(this is also for my two anons asking about what the significance of “Riding Larry” is, so heads up. All will be revealed!)

Also, isn’t it awesome that Sam picked agents Moon and Entwhistle– the two deceased members of The Who as their aliases. THE WHO? on the nose aliases there.

Dean had been “Springsteen, like the Boss” the night before when he’d been talking with her. After she agrees to tell them everything that happened, here’s what she says, with my commentary in parenthesis:

Elke: He ordered burgers to go. It was gonna be a minute. We were slammed. And you knocked back… four shots of tequila?

(already yet another implication that Dean had been drunk, when four shots of tequila for him is probably a warm up)

Elke: Put some (finger quotes) “sick jams” on the juke, and then you hit the bull.

Sam: he what?

Dean: I what?

Elke: Oh yeah, you had the hots for Larry as soon as you walked in here.

(immediately setting an entirely different tone for this conversation, by presenting Dean’s interest in Larry– the mechanical bull with a huge pickle for a phallus– as sexual. Larry is a man’s name, and Dean had “the hots” for him.)

Sam: (quite befuddled by this) He… Dean… you rode Larry?

Dean: (considers this for a minute) Was I good?

Elke: You were– amazing.

(Dean processes that– the fact that he apparently demonstrated skill at riding Larry, and then hums in acceptance of the fact. He smiles. Elke smiles, Sam rolls his eyes so hard he nearly pulls a muscle).

Elke: Anyway, We got to talking, and… you know…

(remember what she’d said earlier, that they were “slammed,” meaning overwhelmed by a rush of customers. Not exactly the sort of situation in which a waitress can “get to talking” with a customer just waiting around for his dinner order to be ready, you know? I already suspect that Elke realizes that Dean WAS roofied here, and didn’t exactly remember what he’d said or done with her… AND THIS I BELIEVE WAS HER TEST TO PROVE IT. She needed to confirm whether he did or didn’t remember what had happened. I’ll quote her here, and then explain afterward)

Elke: (in response to Dean’s complete straight-faced, emotionless waiting for her answer) We blew off some steam.

(Dean STILL has to stop and work out exactly what she means, and then when it registers, Dean only replies with a surprised little “Ah!” Not seeming to recall anything. Because he didn’t. And this doesn’t seem to bother Elke. Because she’s already been told that he was “roofied.” Because most folks would be upset that someone had no obvious response to the confirmation that they’d apparently had sex… It’s kinda insulting, you know? BUT ELKE WAS NOT INSULTED BY DEAN’S LACK OF ANY SORT OF RESPONSE TO THIS INFORMATION. Like the slap to his face earlier implied she would be.)

Sam: Did you see him talking with anyone else?

Elke: My bartender said she saw him run out of here like his pants caught on fire. We were supposed to meet up after close-up. But you never showed… 

(Dean looks lost again)

Elke: Poor thing, you were all roofed up! I didn’t… I am so sorry if I took advantage of you.

Dean: (smiling uncomfortably… because yeah… and patting her on the arm) It’s okay.

(Sam asks if they have security cameras and then the scene shifts to Sam and Dean sitting at a table watching security footage on a laptop)

Dean: First action in I don’t know how long, and it’s like it never even happened. Figures.

Sam: Ha. See now that’s comedy.


Okay, now HERE’S THE KEY TO UNDERSTANDING THIS SCENE: waffles.

Yes, waffles.

Who doesn’t love waffles? May I direct you to the Waffle Masterpost, containing EVERY reference to waffles ever on this show (well, aside from this episode, but I’ll update it in a bit here…)

http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/156133372175/have-we-ever-seen-waffles-on-the-show-outside-of

But what it boils down to is the fact that waffles in this show share some of the same symbolism with El Sol beer. And if it wasn’t clear enough, there was a huge glowing El Sol sign there for good measure.

But as soon as Dean spotted Elke when he and Sam walked into the bar, he identified her as, “the girl from the waffles.” SHE WAS AN ILLUSION, A DECEPTION. She was the girl from the waffles. Waffles being a “more innocent deception” than El Sol.

Because her story of what she and Dean did contradicts itself. Either they were “slammed” to the point that they were so busy that Dean had to wait so long for his food that he not only had multiple shots of tequila but ALSO had time to ride Larry, or she and Dean had time for a leisurely chat and even MORE time to take a break and go somewhere to “blow off some steam.”

Which was it, lady?

She only knew that Dean LEFT, in fact “ran out of here like his pants caught on fire,” because HER BARTENDER told her. Because Elke was “slammed” with customers. THIS IS WHY SHE SLAPPED HIM. Because Dean ran out before her shift ended, when they were supposed to meet up. He ditched her, and then “pretended” not to even recognize her, after having chatted her up and made plans for after her apparently very busy shift, and that’s why I think she was just fucking with him here.

I mean, either she was so busy that Dean had to wait for service, or she had enough time to have some sort of long talk and a quickie in the bathroom or the alley or wherever. WHICH WAS IT, ELKE?!

So in the conversation that revolved around the fact that Dean had been “roofied,” bookended by “the girl from the waffles” and Dean’s assertion that it was “like it never even happened,” well…

I have serious doubts that anything really DID happen.

I mean, I think he was planning on something happening. He was going to go back after her shift to meet up with her… possibly… but did he ever even get his burgers?! 

And without his memories, is it weird that it took THREE TRIES to find the place Dean had gone that night. That place was the third one they checked out, and Sam would’ve followed the same sort of Hunter Logic in trying to find the burger joint Dean went to, probably starting with the one closest to their motel and working his way out. So Dean bypassed two other perfectly good burger places to walk to THIS PLACE SPECIFICALLY. This place that advertised the mechanical bull riding.

This place where Elke confirmed that Dean “had the hots for Larry as soon as he walked in.”

Dean went out of his way to get a burger from THIS PLACE not because he didn’t think the other burger places were any good, but BECAUSE HE WANTED TO RIDE THE MECHANICAL BULL. My guess? He probably saw the sign on their way back to the motel, and he gave the excuse to Sam that he was going out for burgers while Sam did the research SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SNEAK OUT AND RIDE LARRY.

I mean… ???? This is one of those things that Performing Dean would NEVER do, would NEVER ADMIT TO SAM that he would do. Which is why Sam was so ?????? that Dean actually RODE LARRY.

Because Dean hadn’t been “roofied” yet at that point. That was all Dean.

He wanted to do something silly and fun and homoerotic without being judged for it. This is the same Dean that unapologetically loves Finding Nemo. And waffles…

So he has a few shots of liquid courage and climbs on Larry. We see that scene at the end of the episode. He fully gets that memory back, and what appear to be snippets of Hexed Dean Moments… and yet he gets no memories back of his “blowing off some steam” with Elke.

Because it’s like it never even happened.

I think Elke was slowly realizing throughout her conversation that Sam and Dean weren’t lying about Dean not remembering anything from the night before. So she went from angry over having been stood up and Dean “pretending” he didn’t even remember her, to passive-aggressively answering their questions… to noticing Sam and Dean’s bizarre reactions to hearing that he gleefully rode Larry… and then I think threw in the bit about blowing off steam with him just to see his reaction.

He seemed genuinely incapable of either confirming or denying it, and took her word for it that they did something sexual. He wasn’t gross about it, he didn’t elaborate on her assertion, nor did he immediately deny it either. He just accepted her word and moved on.

Notice immediately after that point she distances herself from Dean with her words… not “he ran out” or “I saw him run out, but “my bartender said she saw him run out.” BECAUSE ELKE HERSELF WAS “SLAMMED.” She was busy DOING HER JOB. She didn’t even SEE him run out without his food.

And really, how the hell long was he there, if he had multiple shots while waiting for the burgers, picked songs on the jukebox, rode Larry, made plans for after work with Elke (that he may or may not have intended to follow up on) while sitting at the bar while SHE WAS BUSY WORKING. Long enough after all that for her to not even notice him suddenly run out? BEFORE HE EVEN GOT HIS BURGERS?!

Like, how the hell long does it take to flip a couple of burgers? 15? 20 minutes tops? Even if they’re slammed?

And he still managed to do ALL THAT ^^ WHILE WAITING?

And then as Dean and Sam ran out the back door, we can see a GIANT glowing El Sol sign just inside the bar.

EVERYTHING that happened in there, aside from Dean riding Larry, was an illusion that started with the girl from the waffles and ended with him escaping out the back door past an El Sol sign.

The ONLY thing we actually SEE that was TRUE was that Dean rode Larry.

(aside to note that Dean confirmed himself that he hasn’t had any “action” in so long he can’t even remember when it happened…)

And for my Larry anons, I have no idea if “Riding Larry” is an idiom, but “riding” is a sexual innuendo. And the implication that Dean rode Larry… well… I mean just watch him and tell me what you think is going on there… Dean… riding a dude called Larry… it’s not complex math here.

(and heck here’s another reference… that time Dean WAS roofied in 9.13… SWEET POTATOES. Salted caramel. Best of both worlds. Salty and sweet. and that reminds me of the other “sweet” references lately in relation to angels… and we’re down the rabbit hole again)

Pietro and the Pie

A/N: Hey @stucked82 I’ve seen our comment and guess what! You got yourself a fic, my dear! Hope you like it?

Request: Maybe a Pietro x plus size. the reader can’t believe Pietro liker her because of her body and because he’s so flirty with all women and she doesn’t think she deserves a hunk like him???

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing. Bad humour.

Originally posted by gyllxenhaal


So it was just another one of those days - you and Pietro Maximoff, just two very good friends out for the day. It wasn’t long before the craving for caffeine got the best of you both and you decided to stop for a brew. You should have know better, really.

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Read the whole story on ao3 here


“Attention! Attention! May we have your attention please?” Fred, George and Lee were standing on an improvised stage in the three broomsticks. The pub was filled with busy chatting students, but now they were quieting down.

“My dear fellow humans.” Stated Fred. “Today has been a wonderful day, with one exception.” He looked around the crowd with a cheeky grin on his face.

“That one exception being the tragic disappearance of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, who have somehow managed to get lost on their way here. Now I don’t think that they mean lost in the traditional sense, after all who hasn’t lost themself in those eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad?” And George shot a meaningful look at his sister, who sat curled up with Luna near the fire.

“Oi! Don’t look at me! I never wrote that!” Shouted Ginny, offended.

“You didn’t?” Asked George surprised.

“No, I didn’t. I am not the one here who made up a song about Ronald’s keeper qualities, now, am I?”

Right at that moment the door of the pub opened to reveal a slightly flustered and out of breath Harry and Draco, who were very openly holding hands.

“Potter..?” Whispered Draco in Harry’s ear. “Why is everybody staring at us?”

“I don’t know.” Whispered Harry back. “But I have the idea it might be because we’re holding hands.”

Draco gave himself a mental slap in the face. He hated missing the obvious.

“Ha! Gay!” Shouted Seamus, as he held up his own hand to reveal Dean was holding it. His words broke the silence and a storm of buzz went through the students. Ron was gaping at Harry with a flabbergasted look on his face, while Hermione gave him a knowing smile. Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly that she knew, but he was glad to see her being happy nonetheless.

He had turned it into his personal mission to make as many people happy as possible after the war. Starting by breaking up with Ginny because she and Luna worked way better, followed by his blessing of Ron and Hermione, even if their frequent snogging made him feel left out. Draco had originally not been on his list, but after their quite fun afternoon Harry felt himself willing to add him. Draco might even be able to make Harry himself happy, if Merlin allowed it.

“Classy people you Gryffindors.” Draco straightened his back, he wasn’t going to let people in on how nervous he actually felt, standing here hand in hand with Harry while half the student body stared at them.

“Well! It seems like our last couple has finally decided to bless us with their presence! There’s still a spot free for the two of you near our other pair of fresh lovebirds.” And Lee indicated towards Dean and Seamus.

“We’re not together Jordan. Don’t be absurd.” Draco didn’t sound like he meant it though.

“It’s best to just go with it Malfoy. They won’t let us live it down anyway.” Whispered Harry in his ear. Draco wasn’t sure what he thought of Harry’s face so close to his, but decided now was not the time to figure it out.

Lee and the twins continued their speech while Harry and Draco made their way to Dean and Seamus. “What happened to you?” Asked Harry, pointing at the sling around Seamus’ neck which held his wounded arm.

“Fell of the bed during rough sex?”

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anonymous asked:

OMG! Hello, it's Villain!Deku Anon again and I just want to thank you! I couldn't even imagine myself that you will illustrate this au with your wonderful art style! I can't even describe how grateful I am! ;-; Moreover, I want to tell you my thoughts about it! I love Dabi's and Deku's interplay really a lot, because, I dunno, Dabi behaves as if he was Izuku's aniki? I can see it that way tho. And Izuku's outfit is great! Simple but interesting and functional :) Anyway, I hope that one day -->

HAI AGAIN! TIME FOR ANOTHER LONG ASS POST I’m so sorry it took so so long for me to finally reply to this so I hope it’s worth the wait! I want to also thank YOU for sharing me this wonderful AU<3 I can’t thank you enough and everyone rly loves it! I just wish you can go off anon so we can chat more about this au but I respect your decisions u v u I’m glad you love it all ehehe///

YEs! I was so proud of how those two turned out! Dabi seems to be the mature one in the villain alliance and he always has this mysterious air to him so being the big brother role would fit perfectly! Aaaah// I’m glad you love the outfit! /)///v//(\ I wasn’t sure what to go for ahaha~

I’m definitely developing this! And no worries, all your questions will be answered, hopefully to your expectation ehehe Q w Q

Regarding Todo; HE’S SUCH A SAD PUPPY I ALMOST FEEL BAD BUT I ENDED UP MAKING IT WORST FOR HIM! i wanted to keep the element of him being a tragic character because that’s what everyone loves about him. He did nothing wrong XD Now, I decided that Deku actually DOES meet up with Todo randomly, like they don’t know each other and this is way before the USJ raid and deku ended up showing todo the light, motivating todo to go forward regardless of what his dad says because both deku and todo see the same view, how there are heroes who does things not for the sake of being a hero. so deku was able to save todo that way!

BUUUuut he finds out his saviour is a villain so now he’s conflicted;;; sorry Todo, you can’t catch a break even in this au //holds him

Moving on to bakugou…

Deku does disappear out of trace for awhile and maybe bakugo does notice but he rly doesn’t do anything about it, the ass…. but that’d be so cute is he does start to worry, I’m sure something like that does bug him in the back of his mind. I’m not so good with how to illustrate deconstruction so hopefully it’s done alright;; as long as you get the idea because that’s what deku will do to bakugou, he knows bakugou well enough to do so

After this whole thing, all might emerged victorious like in canon. Villains retreated and this was when All Might realized his mistake, since he recognized Deku during this raid. “PATHETIC” is what he’s say

Thats what I decided to go for! I totally agree with you on this! I don’t mind it at all precious! Thank you! It makes more sense and it’s the BEST THING EVER LIKE BAKUGOU VS DEKU WOW!! All might will see how much of a hero bakugou wants to be and the connection with Deku helps even more in order to save Deku from plunging further into darkness, so all might makes Bakugou his successor! ^^ it also can help bakugo grow as a hero so it’s a good opportunity for him!

All might FEELS SUPER GUILTY so that’s why he’s so focused on saving Deku.. deku’s mom also feels the guilt. All of this is on the news so eventually Deku’s mom find out about Deku and well… it doesn’t go well. deku still loves her as his mom even if she didn’t believe in him being a hero but he came home only to find her will.

Now, not only is bakugou going to be All might’s successor, but Deku will soon inherit AFO as well. When they find the villain’s hideout and all that crazy stuff going on, All Might faces off with AFO.

Deku is still honestly precious even now, he rly tries to bond with the villain alliance members and that eventually gained Dabi’s and Himiko’s trust! Even though he’s given the role of info gatherer/mastermind, he doesn’t take advantage of it and relies on his friends!

As for tomura, this is how it’s gonna play out

He’s now gonna be Shigaraki’s hero just like how Sensei did it. Both the death of  Sensei and his mother made deku feel that he wasn’t enough of a hero to save them but this will only pushed him even further to become a ‘true hero’, especially when sensei actually put faith in him, when no one else did

also cute deku making friends with everyone cause he’s a sweetie that way!

THANK YOU FOR READING! GOOD JOB FOR MAKING IT TO THE BOTTOM! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT! I honestly still have some more stuff regarding this au in mind but that needs to wait until it’d actually done pfft >//v//< I’m tired so ima sleep now;;;

Daughter-Carl Grimes

Requested: Nope

Plot: Y/N is Negan’s daughter who he loves more than he loves Lucille. One day, she finally was able to do a waterfall braid in her hair-and since her mother is already dead-she ran to go tell her father. Negan doesn’t care if he’s sitting in his room having a meeting or about to let Lucille feed, he will stop everything for his baby girl. This particular day was the day Carl Grimes just so happened to be sitting in Negan’s room, staring down the man as he paced and talked about how good it had felt to kill Carl’s friends. 

Warnings: Swearing (duh), death, mentions of death, mentions of cancer

Paring: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader 

Word Count: 6,393

A/N: Hey! Sorry this is super long, but I just kinda kept writing. Let me know if you want more of this. (Also sorry for any inconsistencies, I wrote this over a couple days) Part 2 is up now, right here! <3

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F.U. Part 2

Originally posted by mendesgif

Part 2 of this was highly requested a while back, so here it is and it’s officially my debut piece in writing for the first time in a while! I hope you guys are appeased with it and if you aren’t, then don’t read it? lol

Word Count: 1,817

Part one > here

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It was only the third week.

The last three weeks have been a blur of ice cream, tears, friends and declining his calls.

Whenever he called, he would leave a message, always.

Whenever he left a message, you would listen, always.

Was it healthy? Of course it fucking wasn’t, but what the hell were you to do?

Your eyes burned from the tears that left your tear ducts, staring at the little red notification by the phone icon. You knew you shouldn’t, but you always did.

Delicately raising the phone to your ear, his voice deafened you with regret.

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valkyrieofmarvel  asked:

Fic Request: Tony loved, supported, and protected by the guardians of the galaxy, while Team Cap tries to fight (unsuccessfully) for Tony's attention

I’m not gonna lie, I wrote this in my glitching phone with really iffy characterization for the Guardians of the Galaxy characters. Here you go though:

Tony meets the so called ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ when their ship crashes and the UN sends the Avengers to investigate. Of course by this point the Avengers are simply Vision and Tony, occasionally Peter, but they go anyways Tony once again forcing himself to put on the suit and ignore the memories of the chest plate being ground down into the tender scar tissue below.

Vision leans forwards to rip the door of the ship open right as it’s inhabitant throws it open. Tony can’t help but start as he makes direct eye contact with what appears to be a raccoon with a gun.

He hesitates only for a moment before clearing his throat. “Do you speak English?”

“What planet is this,” the Racoon asks before he turns his head back to scream into the ship. “Quill, come deal with these things!”

“This is Earth,” Vision answers serenely as Tony attempts to process that the animal does in fact speak. “May we ask why you’ve landed here?”

The raccoon opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off by the appearance of a green woman who snaps at him. “Say nothing Rocket, we know nothing about them.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” the animal, Rocket, snarls at her.

“I am the Vision, and this is Ironman,” the android introduces them. “We’ve been sent by the United Nations to determine whether you pose a threat to society.”

“Depends,” Rocket smiles, “Got any shit for us to steal?”

A man, who appears to be human, suddenly surfaces behind the other two. “Sorry I took so long, what’s this about?”

“What’s your intent here on earth?” Tony finally asks as he takes off the helmet to make eye contact with him. “Because I have a ton of other shit right now and I don’t need to deal with another alien invasion.”

“I’m Peter,” the man tells them. Then he jerks a thumb at his two companions, “This is Gamora, and that’s Rocket. We also have Groot and Drax onboard. We weren’t actually planning on invading we kinda crashed.”

Tony digs the heels of his hands into his eyes, “How long will it take you to repair your ship?”

“I don’t know,” Rocket scowls, “You showed up and interrupted me in the middle of the diagnostics!”

“A week?” Peter guesses with a shrug. “The thermal protection unit is down.”

“Very well,” Vision says, “We’ll have to request you come meet with the UN than, at the very least so that we can prevent a global panic.”

“Another one, you mean.” Tony mutters under his breath his eyes flicking down towards his chest.

Eventually, the Avengers manage to get all of the Guardians except for Drax to come with them. The Guardians simply refused to leave the ship alone, and decided that Drax’s literalness would contribute the most confusion to their discussion with the UN.

Tony does his best not to stare at the fact that the plant Rocket is carrying is most definitely alive and moving. Instead he focuses on what happening in the UN meeting, trying not to remember what happened with the last group of so called heros you he’d been here with.

Eventually, everything is sorted out except for where the ship repairs and Guardians housing will be. Tony hasn’t been listening for a while now, not when Vision’s voice still makes him mourn for Jarvis.

“We could stay with Mr. Stark,” Quill says, catching his attention.
Tony bites his lip. “The compound is available, and Vis can keep an eye on them when I’m gone.”

And that’s that, Tony finds himself caring for yet another superhero team.

However this team tries not to take advantage of him, promising to compensate him once they figure out how to convert credits to American momdollars.

Tony can’t help but become fast friends with them all. It’s not like with the Avengers where they didn’t understand how much effort she Tony put into their care. These criminal heros he met days ago somehow manage to be more thoughtful than a team of superheroes he’d known for years.

It isn’t automatic, but Tony comes to appreciate all of the guardians in a way he never could the Avengers. Rocket and him share a love of mechanics, Peter and him for music. He has a healthy respect for Gamora who reminds him of how Natasha could’ve been. As for Drax and Groots, he finds them funny and cute respectively.

At When the Guardians repair their ship, Tony can’t help the sadness that fills him. He knows they have to leave, has been anticipating it, but he still can’t help but wish they could stay longer.

“Don’t worry,” Peter winks at him, “We’ll be back soon.”

And they are; the Guardians attempt to visit once a month minimum, often bringing him and Vision small trinkets from their travels.

“Do I want to know where you got this?” Tony asks once.

There’s a small pause on Peter’s end, “Probably not.”

“You know what,” Tony sighs, “It’s not my Jurisdiction, i only work on Earth.”

When they return and discover that the Rouge Avengers are due to come back for trial next week, they refuse to leave.

“As if we would leave you to deal with them alone,” Gamora grumbles when Tony asks why. “We’re friends.”

Tony manages to secure permission from the UN for the Guardians to come with him when the time for the prison transfer occurs. The Rouge Avengers had turned themselves in, and so T’challa would hand them over to Tony to bring to the UN today. Still, Tony didn’t want to be their alone. He couldn’t help that when he looked at them all he could see is red.

“They don’t deserve your respect,” Rocket tells him. “If they only turned themselves in after years of you revising the accords, of working for this, than they’re assholes who don’t really believe in the accords. Don’t respect them, and don’t trust them.”

“I am Groot!”

The Guardians and Vision stand behind Tony as he talks to T’challa and forces the Rouge Avengers to wait on him.

“Tony,” Steve calls out when he steps into the empty tarmac they’re meeting.

Rockets words echo in his head as Tony ignores Steve; he’s a criminal after all, and not even a simple thief like the Guardians. Steve is a terrorist, through and through.

“Thank you for overseeing their arrest, King T’challa,” Tony says as he firmly shakes the other man’s hand.

“Thank you for taking them,” T’challa says. “I am glad that we were able to work this out.”

There’s a snort behind Tony and a snide, “about time,” that Tony knows comes from Peter.

Both T’challa and Tony ignore him in favor of making their way over to the Rogues.

“Follow me,” Tony demands coolly before turning on a heel and making his way to the quinjet.

“Tony,” Steve calls out as they board, “How are you, how’s Rhodey?”

“Don’t say his name!” Tony hisses, glaring at him.

Drax comes to stand behind Tony, “I would sit down now, so we can secure your restraints”.

Steve glares at him defiantly, before finally taking a seat. The Guardians walk around to ensure none of the rogues can make any kind of escape, before they are content enough to sit back and watch from a distance.

“Are these really necessary?” Clint asks, shaking his hands and with them the chains that hang down.

“Yes,” Gamora tells him glaring. “And if you move I will not hesitate to harm you.”

Clint slowly lowers his arms and Wanda glowers at Tony, “So these are the kinds of people you work with now, alien thugs who are willing to hurt normal humans.”

“Better than terrorists,” Tony informs her bitingly. “Besides, she threatened to restrain a known criminal with a history of violence whereas with you guys I couldn’t even be sure that one wouldn’t be invited to live in my home.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, and he sounds so confused.

Peter rolls his eyes, “It means Wanda messed with his mind and worked with Nazi’s but you still invited her to live with him. We understand friendship, we wouldn’t do that to him”.

“That isn’t how it-”

“Shut up!” Rocket screams, “No one gives a shit what you have to say.”

There’s a brief silence, until Vision speaks up.

“Thank you, Rocket.”

You Made Flowers Grow in My Lungs, but I Couldn’t Breathe

A/N: hey guys, once again I’m sorry for lack of content. This is really mediocre, but like… Here it is ig. This is based off of a fictional disease called the Hanahaki Disease, where a person will cough up petals and flowers due to unrequited love causing flowers to bloom in that person’s lungs (yeah I dunno but I like the idea okay it’s my blog I do what I please). It’s also loosely based off of some fanart I saw. Anyways, please enjoy, this is my first bmc fanfic, I hope it’s good :)

Pairing: Boyf riends

Word count: 4105 (jesus fuck im so sorry im jst emo abt the musical/book also michael)

Warnings: uhh lots of angst, sad michael, drugs, spoilers from the book ending, like literally almost all the dialogue here is pulled directly from or references something in the book, i think that’s everything?

(also, side note: Even though I’m using events and dialogue from the book, the characters look like how they are in the musical, i.e michael isn’t a white-bread motherfucker, neither is christine)

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Sweet as Marilyn, Cold as Cleopatra

****Long post alert***. This is primarily for the asks rotting in my inbox for months. Apologies! I have been MIA from Tumblr and the bowl for a while now (sick). Anyway, the title of this post pays homage to two seductresses I admire a lot. My sugar daddies who have been great mentors. The horrible men I’ve dated who have equally taught me a lot. And Robert Greene (author of Art of Seduction and Mastery. Great books. READ them!),You become a master by observing first. Analyze. Learn. Practice. Experiment. Apply. Transform.  "When you learn the rules, you can dominate".

Lesson 1: Seduction is more psychological than physical. The physical aspect of it is important as well. That’s it’s own category. But when you understand what your sugar daddy truly wants, you can (dare I say, ) “manipulate” him better. Anyone can be seductive. From skinny to bbw to medium size to giant scar on your forehead. You can succeed as a sugar baby. You just have to understand how to play the game and yes, I do think it’s all a game. So next time your sugar daddy yaps about his robust, lazy wife who may or may not be fucking the foreign gardener and spends 9 hours at the country club; and his cocaine addicted son at Harvard, LISTEN. He wants a shoulder, so be that. The key here is to show that support, care, and understanding but at the same time, don’t tangle yourself in the drama that you become his on-call therapist. Don’t call him at 10pm at night to check up on him. Unless he’s willing to pay you $800 per hour. When you understand what a person wants/how their mind operates, you can cater to their needs/deal with them better. OBSERVE. When you master psychological seduction, you will be well on your way.

Lesson 2: Be mysterious/intriguing. If your mom kicked you out of the house when you were a fetus, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF, at least in the initial stages. If you dropped out of college when you were still in the womb, keep it to yourself. When you reveal too much of yourself, you tire/bore people and eventually become forgettable. Everyone has a story. So save your sob story and ex boyfriend drama for the struggling author down the street who has been having writer’s block for the past 15 years.  What does Cleopatra,Marilyn Monroe, and Casanova all have in common? Mystery/leaving something to the imagination. These women/man armed themselves with an air of mystery that left those in their wake yearning for more. I’ve never seen Angelina Jolie as one of the most beautiful women on earth. But man there’s something about her that makes Hollywood go crazy. She shares bits of herself and her life but there’s always that edge of mystery. She leaves you wondering what’s going on behind the *is it fake or is it not fake* lips/smile. The key is timing. Don’t share too much.  Keep them guessing. No need for your sugar daddy or pot to know what cards you have up your sleeves. By sharing too much, you make yourself seem needy and DESPERATE. No bueno.

Lesson 3: Don’t always be available. I used to make this mistake, especially when I liked a guy. Never lasted long in my opinion. So I learned and changed tactics and mannnnn things definitely changed. Sometimes, saying NO works more in your favor. I don’t care if you’re bored out of your mind at home and counting the cobwebs on your ceiling. An occasional NO will put a sugar daddy in his place. It will tell him that you’re not at his beck and call. It will also tell him that you have other priorities outside of sugaring. Your life/time does not revolve around him. If he’s that interested in you, trust me, he will reschedule and work with you. Don’t turn into Mrs.NO to Everything but learn how to use it when applicable. This ties in a bit with mystery. When you say no and he asks what your plans for the day are, cultivate a story if you don’t have legit plans! You can say that you’re going on a short getaway with a group of girlfriends, going on a spa treatment for yourself only, etc. The key here is to appear that you have a fun, adventurous life outside. Your time is PRECIOUS.

Lesson 3.5: Create respectable distance. This ties in with 3. By creating respectable distance, you are again putting a sugar daddy in his place. You need space because you have a life. It will command his respect. The thing about a lot of men is that they loveeee a challenge. Especially wealthy men, who are used to having whatever they desire. By giving him what he wants, whenever he wants it, he will exploit that and before you know it, he will detach and disappear (which a lot of guys do). When you challenge him, it will drive him crazy. It will keep him on edge. He will come back for more. So treat yourself like a rare gem. There are vultures out here. So when you play into his wishes easily, well… easy come, easy goes.And before they go, they will devour you completely. When you allow him to insert himself in every aspect of your life, he will probably take advantage of you. The key here is to create enough distance that he’ll keep wondering about you but not so much that he completely forgets you. This can be tricky but it is not impossible.

Lesson 4: Confidence. I’m one of those people who believe that while some have innate confidence, others have to learn it. So if need be, LEARN confidence. It takes time and patience. Trial/error. Note what your shortcomings are and practice on bettering yourself. It could range from repeating daily mantras to yourself to changing a specific look about you, practice! practice! Note what your strengths are and USE it to your advantage. Again practice!  Marilyn Monroe wasn’t always a sultry, seductress. In fact, from her appearance, her voice, her make-up, to her persona, she had to practice it all to master it, especially in public. It took her years, but she eventually morphed into one of the most iconic seductresses of all time.

Lesson 5: Be bold/ assertive. There is a fine line between boldness/assertiveness and Mrs.Yes. It is okay to voice your interests, opinions, dislikes, etc. It is equally okay to disagree with something your sugar daddy says/wants. The key is to do it respectfully. Don’t try so hard to please him that you agree to everything (including things that make you uncomfortable). If he wants you to have sex with his bald, hairy micro-human friend from the country club and the idea makes your vagina retract in disgust, SPEAK UP. Don’t be Mrs. Yes because it can be dangerous to you. Plus you will give him the upper hand.

Lesson 6: Be playful. You don’t have to be serious 24/7. Make effective use of body language by using eye contact, touch, smiling, etc.Position your posture in such a way that you appear comfortable but not slouching. Engage him in fun activities sometimes. Show him what you enjoy doing/try to learn what he enjoys as well. I remember when I first took my sugar daddy to a rave. He was soooo out of place with his expensive ass suit but we had such a good laugh. It was fun. It is also okay to flirt and tease but do not over do it. . If he tells you of his former beauty queen ex wife who divorced him, took half his wealth, and got full custody of the kids, it will NOT be a good time to start flirting then or batting your eye lashes. The key is to know when to be playful and when to engage in a serious conversation with him.

Lesson 7: Stroke his ego occasionally, especially when he’s a good boy. Let him know you enjoy his company, his time, what he gives you, etc. It’s tough to balance but you don’t want to seem like you can’t do without the lifestyle he grants you. Remember, you are accustomed to a luxurious lifestyle. Men like feeling like protectors, especially wealthy men. So stroke that big fat ego and let him think it. When he misbehaves, adjust accordingly. 

Lesson 8: If all else fails, create/channel an alter-ego. It sounds somewhat extreme but I have one. I created a whole new persona for myself. When I first started out four plus years ago, I appeared too innocent. And that was my biggest weakness. My naivete showed and definitely I was taken advantage of and cheated but I learned. FAST. Soon after, I stopped telling men I was inexperienced. I stopped allowing myself to appear innocent. I became a chameleon.The person I am with sugar daddies/ on pot dates is completely different from the girl I am at home/school/work/with friends. With these men, I am a worldly, experienced WOMAN. I am used to ultra-luxury and deserve nothing but the best. Of course at home/elsewhere, I am a girl/ nursing student who studies a bit too much, curses a bit too much, enjoys being wild with friends and plans on attending medical school to become a psychiatrist. Find what works for you and channel her. We all have inner goddesses and seductresses in us. 

Lesson 9: “Be nice, be nice. Until it’s time to stop being nice…" Okay, this sounds psycho meets fatal-attraction-esque but no worries! know when to curse a  pompous, disrespectful son of a bitch out. Seriously, know when to walk away. Channel your inner Cleopatra/Bitchery and crush his ass. Do not be afraid to stomp an arrogant asshole out of existence (figuratively of course). I don’t care but no amount of money is worth being disrespected. If you allow a man to disrespect and treat you like a common commodity, he will not stick around for long. He will use, abuse, and break you. And frankly, You DO NOT deserve that. If he calls you a racial slur ( and claims it’s a joke, LIES), forces himself on you, disrespects you in anyway hurtful and dehumanizing, among other things, WALK THE FUCK AWAY and report the incident to authorities if the action warrants it. And let your middle finger do the rest of the talking. 

**All in all, I hope this helps someone out here. Remember, what works for one person make not work for you. But you can still learn from others around you** And that my friends, is the most important lesson of all.

xoxo

M

Oblivious to the Obvious [Poe Dameron x Reader]

Summary: Poe has had a crush on the reader for ages, and asks Finn for his advice, which leads him to make several very sudden decisions.

Word Count: 6000+

Warnings: Moderate to Severe Accidental Injury

It wasn’t like Poe was looking for excuses to get to maintenance. (Well, once, he had sped up the disrepair of his com link just a little bit.) Otherwise, all eight visits to the maintenance wing over the past month were for completely legitimate reasons. It was as if his X-wing somehow knew that there was a wonderful girl at the reception desk and kept falling apart just so he could see her. This time, it was the navigation system that had decided to give out. System in hand, he walked to the to the desk where Y/N spun around in her chair until she saw him.

“Oh! Hi, Poe!” she greeted with her bright, heart-stopping smile. She was looking awfully cute with safety goggles rested on the top of her head, pulling her hair back. She had a smudge of grease on her cheek that she probably didn’t even realize was there, and her eyes were lit up as they usually were with a playful spark.

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making it work.

Originally posted by watch-me-wang

inspired by these prompts (one) (two) by @the-modern-typewriter

“Why do you hate me?”

“Hate you? I don’t hate you, that would require me spending far too much time thinking about you.”

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“You could at least pretend to care about someone other than yourself.”

“I could, but lying is a sin, dearest and it seems like a lot of effort. Or are we also pretending you think I’m a good person?”

genre: angst(?), romance 

word count: 1.7k

Getting married to Jimin, sorry Prince Jimin, wasn’t my choice nor his. It was obviously my parents, they had arranged all of this since the two of us were in the womb. I hated being engaged to this jerk, he knew he was on top and took advantage of it, at least I was still humble despite my power. “Do I have to marry him?” I asked my father seriously, “It’s already been decided, so don’t you go off.” How he knew I would flee, I had no idea but I was going to do it anyway. I couldn’t stand Jimin, he was the definition of ‘I’m the prince so bow down to me because you’re unworthy’, specific as it may be that pretty much was a summary of Jimin.

I was grateful that I had decided to learn how to drive when I put an overnight bag into my car; the way I dressed made me appear like a commoner, this was a recurring thing I did. The hood of my jacket was pulled up as you drove away from my mansion into the next city over, where I usually ran away to. The car windows were down and I drove at a high speed until I reached your favourite place to be. It wasn’t magnificent, nowhere near home but it was comfortable and warm, unlike home. My phone was switched off, I had an emergency backup if I really needed someone. I entered Kai’s, my secret best friend, house and flicked the light switch.

“Yo, Kai! Where you hiding?” I shouted and her small head appeared from around the corner. “___? What are you doing here?” she laughed as she placed down her frying pan. “First of all, you’re ridiculous for thinking a murderer or burglar would switch the light on when they enter your home. Second of all, I wanted to get away from the hectic stuff at home. The parents are making my become Jimin’s fiancée.” I told her, dropping my bag and rolling my eyes simultaneously.

“Oh, the dickhead prince that the whole nation knows about? The one that has a new girl back at his everyday?” she asked as she walked towards her kitchen. “You got it. I’d be okay with it if it weren’t him, he’s so arrogant and annoying and I want to punch him every time I see him but enough about him. What’ve you been up to lately?” I asked Kai as she poured me a glass of juice. “School stuff, a couple dates, guys and girls. No luck.” she muttered as she sipped her juice. “At least you have the freedom to date.”


“Where is the princess?” father spoke as I was found missing from my room. “Did she leave? I specifically told her not to!” he said, practically ripping his hair out of his head. “You know she’s more likely to do things when she’s told not to.” mother told him calmly as she had her breakfast. “Where did she get that from?” “You were no difference as a prince, honey. Sneaking away to see me. You know, maybe we shouldn’t have arranged her marriage, we’re not arranged.” she told him. “But we’ve done what we’ve done now.” father muttered, giving up on wondering where you were. “She’ll come back in her own time.”


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anonymous asked:

Ive had this idea on my mind for a while. What if Sans stumbles upon a human that can do magic, and of course he's wary, so he keeps an "eyesocket out for them", but the more he watches them the fonder he grows of them.(turns out they're a huge dork)

better late than never, right?

….right?

(hope you like this, i had so much fun and i kinda got carried away with it)


read me before following!

Pairing: Sans/Reader

Summary: Given the complicated history between monsters and humans, wariness of each other is nothing personal. Well, except between you and Sans. That’s very personal for one big reason: you can use magic.


After moving up to the surface, Sans sort of noticed that he’d been more reserved than usual.

He couldn’t really blame himself for that. Trust…was a hard thing to muster. Especially when he spent most his life watching not only over his brother, but himself.

It wasn’t as if the Underground was a harsh place to life. The camaraderie of monsters was simply more prevalent than it was on the surface. Humans had so much to learn. They focused more on what was different between them than what was the same. Despite being trapped on a small planet in the middle of nowhere, they still managed to create new wars over old ideologies.

…well. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so harsh on them for that. After all…monsters held on to a certain kind of hatred for so long that it warped their realities and morals, too.

Back to the point: Sans wasn’t as friendly to humans as he was to other monsters. He hid it well with casual banter and whacky jokes. Anything to make people comfortable with his presence. If he could make himself seem safer by putting on a façade, then he would do it with the fakest smile he could muster.

But…living on edge all the time was tiring.

Especially since nothing had changed. When he was part of the sentry back in Snowdin, he would watch the world go by and keep his upbeat attitude for his brother.

Now, everyone he interacted with – aside from Papyrus – received the same treatment. Keep the humans away. Make sure your SOUL was locked up tight. And never let your guard down.

Even here, in the park, he couldn’t rest his bones. Seated on the bench, the sun raining down on his bleached skull, there was still a prickle of uncertainty flitting down his spine. He let his eyelights go dark in his sockets, relishing the warmth of this heady summer day, and absorbed every shred of stimuli that swept through him.

Flinch.

“Whoa! Are you okay? I’m so sorry!” you shouted, having nearly mowed down the skeleton.

The gaggle of dogs continued to sniff and prod at him with wet, slimy noses, snuffling at his clothes and their tails growing stiff from pinpointing the source of the smell. You had your hands full. Literally. Their leashes were tangled up and around your wrist and fingers.

He had to admit, for a dogwalker, you were bold. Rollerblades strapped to your feet, wristguards and a helmet to keep you safe. You were already drenched with sweat trying to keep up with them, but luckily the tanktop and shorts were there to help you cool off from being worked so hard.

“heya, pups.” Sans reached out and patted one of them on the snout. They immediately reared back and barked playfully. “heh, yep. figured you’d get a kick outta me.”

“Sorry about that,” you repeated, burning from both the weather and sheer embarrassment. “I didn’t even see you here. The park is usually empty this type of day since it’s during school.”

“yeah, guess both of us don’t have that commitment then, huh?”

“Nope. I’m living the dream, as you can see.” You nodded to the group. “I work at the…well, it’s a nonprofit organization for rescued dogs. Maybe you’ve heard of us. ‘Bark Over Bite’?”

He hadn’t, but nodded anyway. “sure have. doin’ great work out there.” He figured as much, based on how comfortable the pups were with you.

“Anyway, gotta get back out there. I’m on a tight schedule. Thanks for not scolding me! You wouldn’t believe some of the nasty things old people say when you get in their personal bubble. I’m guessing you’re a little on the younger side, then.” You smiled politely. “See you!”

He didn’t bother saying anything back, already relieved you were gone.

Sans was content to spend the rest of the afternoon by himself, like he’d planned, but you obviously had other plans.

“WHOA! Slow down, guys! Wait!”

Even from this far away, he heard the sheer panic in your voice. Something that sent an unpleasant skittering along his bones. He glanced over and saw how wobbly your stance was, how your muscles strained as you did your best to come to a stop. But the full weight of your horde of dogs was enough to tear you from that hope and put you back into a dangerous reality.

Sans followed your trajectory and saw where you were headed. There was a small crowd of kids with ice cream cones wrapped in their sticky hands, lapping at the treats. They spotted the dogs and decided to call them all over with their afternoon sweet as an incentive. Between the high-pitched cooing and the whooping and cheering as the dogs zeroed in on the ice cream, Sans saw a recipe for disaster.

“HEEL! SIT! STAY! GUYS, PLEASE!”

By some miracle, you’d managed to stay upright despite the leashes propelling you forward at breakneck speed. Sans stood on top of the bench to get a better view, his SOUL flaring to life in the middle of his chest, and his fingers ready to snap into action despite how little he really cared.

In a split second, he felt the CRACK! of magic.

Your body turned light blue. So did the dogs. And kids. Their SOULs were drawn out of their chests, so heavy and thick with excess magic that they ran in slow motion. None of them knew what was happening to their bodies so they all hesitated…just long enough that you passed through each other.

He couldn’t believe it.

Sans didn’t do that.

So who did?

He searched around but couldn’t find any other monster. It was just humans here.

At the end of the path, you had managed to stop long enough to tear the rollerblades from your feet. You’d met a rough stop by crashing into a tree and flopping into the grass, but the dogs were completely fine. The kids were shocked. Shaken up a bit. Some of them jumped up and down and shook out their limbs as best they could, at least not hard enough to have the scoop of ice cream fall from their cones.

Sans scanned the perimeter but for some reason he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

Maybe it was because…

You were the one who used the magic.

No.

Way.

You approached the kids more calmly this time. The dogs panted and wagged their tails, licking the fallen ice cream cones and tears from the kids’ faces. The teacher, who must’ve stepped away for just a minute to help another kid with a bloody nose, saw the commotion and rushed over.

“Are they all trained? Will they bite?”

“Nah. These are our best-behaved dogs. Err, I mean, they’re still learning boundaries, but none of them are aggressive and work closely with kids.”

Sans watched you check the kids secretly for wounds. And then…

“Hey, I think I’ve got a few leaves in my hair.” You approached a child with a slight scrape on their elbow. “Can you help me get it out?”

She nodded and reached up, pudgy fingers tangled in your locks. You winced from her rough handling, but she managed to grab one. It looked…especially green. Almost like fresh grass sprouting in the spring after a long, earth-quenching rain. And after she took it, it almost…faded away. Her scrape didn’t look so red any more…wait, where did it go?

If he had a stomach, it would’ve dropped.

“See you later, puppy!” one of the kids cried. “Bye bye!”

You waved and the dogs followed you, satisfied with their midmorning treat and the overwhelming affection of the kids.

Sans wasn’t going to ignore this. It was crucial information.

A human. Could use. Magic.

And maybe it wasn’t that well developed. Maybe you were just the freak product of some ridiculously recessive gene soup. But he knew one thing: humans with magic once wrought havoc on monsterkind hundreds of years ago. If they had the advantage now, who knew what kind of selfish, horrible things they could accomplish?

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING TODAY, SANS?”

“heading over to the animal shelter.”

“OH, EXCELLENT! I HAVE SOME EXTRA CANNED FOOD THEY MIGHT USE. FRISK DROPPED IT OFF BECAUSE TORIEL MADE THEM GIVE BACK THE PUPPY THEY TOOK FROM THE SHELTER. NYEH HEH HEH! IT IS NOT THEIR FAULT, I DON’T THINK…ANIMALS ARE DRAWN TO THEM. I THINK THEY CAN SENSE WHEN KIDS ARE GOOD. DON’T YOU THINK?”

Sans poked at his breakfast. The milk in his cereal bowl bubbled at him in response.

“you’re awesome, bro. i’ll make sure to ask if they want it.”

“HOORAY! THEN EAT UP. YOU’LL NEED YOUR STRENGTH. I’LL LOAD THE FOOD IN THE BACK OF YOUR MOPED. MAKE SURE THAT THE TRUNK IS LOCKED THIS TIME.”

Papyrus was busy on the surface. Which was good. He had his own business going and made a lot of friends. Sans knew that his brother would flourish so long as he held on to his boundless optimism and confidence. He met so many cool people in town after seeking out friends, and Frisk introduced him to the more proper way of expanding his social network. By now, he had far more friends than he did strangers in his life – and Sans was very proud of him for that.

Sans, on the other hand, mainly kept in contact with old pals through his phone. He and Toriel texted often. Alphys tagged him in bad memes on Undernet. And he was always typing up bad jokes on the selfies his old buddies took.

For right now, he worked by himself on some independent science projects. He never thought he’d jump back into it, but after Undyne bought him that kid’s chemistry set as a joke one year, he was determined to create something that would knock the big grin off her smug face.

He parked in front of the place and managed to pull the box full of food out. He was sure that the shelter wouldn’t reject the donation.

The atmosphere inside was…nice. Seemed like a clean and friendly enough place. There was a playpen off to the corner where several puppies were barking and wrestling with each other. A cat seated on top of the counter stared at him, slow blinks and all, as it repositioned itself to lean toward the bell at the counter.

Ring me! it read.

He did as he was told, but not before setting down the box on the ground so he wouldn’t have to deal with it any more.

“Coming!”

He recognized your voice. He hadn’t expected you to be here today; he thought maybe he’d snoop and try to pick up on some clues. Not that you would actually show up. He really hoped that you didn’t—

“Hey! It’s you!”

—recognize him.

You grinned and leaned over the counter, your hair in disarray. It looked like one of the animals had gotten sick all over your shirt. That or it was paint. “Nice to see you again. I’m glad you decided to check us out! What can I do for you?”

Sans bent down and brought up the case full of food. “got some donations for ya, courtesy of my bro. he was real touched when i told him about what you do, so this is from him.”

“Oh man, tell your brother he’s the best!” You reached over and snatched it from him without any hesitation. You must’ve been used to hauling dog food back and forth, because you didn’t even flinch from the added weight in your arms. “Hey, he should stop by sometime. The dogs would probably thank him personally. How does he feel about wet puppy smooches?”

That got a smile out of him. “eh. think he’d rather they don’t. he’s got a thing about affection.”

“Ah, no problem, then. We’ve got some oldies here who don’t wanna do anything but cuddle. Did you want to take a tour?”

“ok.”

He wasn’t sure why he said it. He meant to do some light spying and then take off. Not interfere with what you were doing. Maybe he was just curious because he wanted to see the extent of your powers.

As far as he knew, you could do two: blue and green magic. That was more than what he had control over, and it was unheard of for anyone to use more than one. What was your deal?

The rest of the building was basic. There were a few acres of land in the back with a tall enough fence that the dogs couldn’t jump over it. Lots of worn toys strewn everywhere. Drool around every corner, some pictures of the dogs that some kids drew hanging over their beds. It smelled bad, and the place looked like it’d seen better days, but you were trying your best to keep it together.

“crazy what happened yesterday, huh?”

You paused. Finished stacking the cans in the cupboard. “Oh, the kids? You saw that?”

“yeah. it’s real lucky no one got hurt.”

“I know. I should’ve been more careful.” Your voice was soft now. “Sometimes it’s hard to control…the dogs. You know. And they can be a little…wild, when they’re distracted. I think all they need is…practice? I can help them the best they can.”

“sounds like you’re stretched thin here.”

“Kind of. One of our supervisors quit. He moved away to retire somewhere warm and tropical with his husband. Not that I blame him. But that means longer nights for me! Which, I don’t mind, I practically live here. And overtime pay is great. Still kinda lonely though.”

He stared at your dejected expression.

“But I mean. Anyway. It’s not that big of a deal.” You shoved it all aside. But even from here he could see the uncertain waver to your SOUL. “So, uh, where do you work, Sans?”

“right now i’m takin’ a break. who knows. might end up teaching a few courses down at the community center. but eh. besides that, don’t really got a plan.”

“Man, that’s so cool. I mean. You seem pretty well put together. I never would’ve guessed.”

“heh. uh, thanks?”

It started to get dark outside. Sans hadn’t learned much about you in terms of what your magical skill was like, save for the very clear uncertainty from your awkward runaround about yesterday’s near mishap. So this was a bust.

“I gotta get back to painting this new playroom. I’ll see you around, hopefully.”

“yeah. see ya.”

From the corner of his eye, he watched you stare hard at the blank wall you’d been working on. Your clothes were a mess, the paintbrushes frayed, and it looked like you’d all but given up on trying to preserve the floor from your wrath. In the middle of it all, you managed to let out a weary sigh and push yourself to finish.

Sans headed home and found Papyrus already setting the table for dinner.

“SANS! HOW DID IT GO? DID THEY ACCEPT THE FOOD?”

“yep. a girl at the front desk told me to tell you that you’re super cool for thinkin’ of them. think you’ve got a new fan.”

“WOWIE! I SHOULD STOP BY AND GIVE HER ONE OF MY GLAMOR SHOTS. IT WOULD HELP SPICE UP THE BUILDING! EVERY PLACE IN THE CITY NEEDS A PIECE OF PAPYRUS, BUT ONLY THE MOST HONORED WILL RECEIVE IT!”

Beep.

“YOUR PHONE IS MAKING NOISES AGAIN. IS IT ALPHYS?”

“think so.” He drew the text up to read it and respond before he shoved his phone away.

aly aly oxenfree: snas, i found the info ur lookin 4!!!

snas: ok, so what’s the deal?

aly aly oxenfree: the organization is legit. right now there are only 3 employees. they pay a little above the minimum wage, but rely on public donations and fundraisers to keep their doors open.

snas: and the girl?

aly aly oxenfree: found out where she lives. that’s about it. are u sure that u saw what u said u did?

snas: i’m sure

aly aly oxenfree: & u don’t wanna tell toriel???

snas: gotta make sure she’s ok with monsters before all that.

aly aly oxenfree: she can take care of herself, oh my god

snas: yeah but she’s too nice sometimes

aly aly oxenfree: & ur not?

snas: g2g

Maybe it was cowardly to snoop around while you were at work. But he had to know just who it was that he was dealing with.

Your apartment wasn’t too far from the shelter. It was probably a ten-minute walk. Not the best neighborhood, but not the worst either. It looked like you lived alone. And you forgot to close the curtains before you left. He was just lucky you were on the ground floor.

Inside, your place was somewhat of a mess. Wrappers and empty fast food containers piled up in the kitchen. Your décor was a little…weird. Lots of figurines and collections from various fandoms. Alphys would’ve gotten a kick out of this if she came.

In the corner of the room, almost indiscernible among the thick layers of dust, was a statue of a figure so familiar it made him sick.

A human mage.

So that explained it. You knew about your magic use. This wasn’t some sort of weird coincidence where you were discovering your powers. You had stacks of library books around the statue – maybe references about the history of your talents. Maybe techniques to help you refine your craft.

Whatever the case, this only furthered his suspicion that you needed to be kept in check.

It didn’t take him long to get to the shelter.

“Hey, it’s you!”

“name’s sans. here for a job.” He planted the flier on the counter. “you still need help takin’ care of the animals?”

For the most part, you were always suspicious of people that wanted to work at your shelter. Mostly because so many people had flaked out before. It wasn’t easy introducing a lot of traumatized dogs to new people.

But Sans seemed different, in a way. And not because he was a skeleton or a monster. It was…more because of his attitude. A little laissez-faire. A little cynical, from what you could tell. Despite all of that, he seemed genuine in his desire to work with all the dogs. It…wasn’t as if you could afford to turn anyone else away. Not when the flu was going around and the person covering your days off was sick to their stomach.

“So…what made you wanna apply here?”

The interview was incredibly informal since you were the only one who could give it.

“seems like a neat place. you’ve got a good thing going. met some of your pups, and i think all they need is some tlc.”

“Do you have any experience with pets?”

“course i do. we got our own dog back home. he mostly sleeps in my room.”

“Aww, cute. So, let’s go through some scenarios…”

Suffice it to say, Sans passed with flying colors. He was so damn charismatic despite acting so casual. It was an admirable trait.

“When can you start?”

“you got time to train me today?”

“Sure! Let’s do it!”

You had already given him a tour, so some basics wasn’t that bad. Showing him the chart of all the dogs’ diets, where the food and water was kept, the schedules with everyone’s exercise and play time. Sans approached them carefully and always respected their boundaries, especially when you included him in the scheduled fun.

Over the next few weeks, Sans performed way above your expectations, which was already high to begin with. But you noticed something…weird.

For one, Sans would barely make eye contact with you. Hey, everyone had their issues and interacted with the world differently. But it felt like he was so engaging with possible foster parents and adopters. Not you. Which kind of hurt your feelings.

Second, he never wanted to hang out with you after work. Which. Okay. You sort of understood why he wouldn’t, since work and personal lives were easiest when kept separate. But he was so cool with you before, when you first met, so you wondered why his tune had changed.

Third, and weirdest of all, Sans was never alone with you. If you needed his help with something, he would find another task to do and complete it on his own. There was no small talk between you anymore. If anything, it felt like he was keeping you at arm’s length on purpose. As if he was just around the corner, observing but never engaging. How weird was that?

“Hey, Sans. You want to grab something to eat?” It was bath day for the dogs, which meant you were in no position to cook tonight. Not with your aching body. “I know this really cool place down the street.”

“thanks for the offer, but i’m good. my bro is comin’ to pick me up. we’ve got a dinner to get to.”

“Oh. Sounds awesome. I hope you have fun.”

You were putting on your shoes when the door burst open. “SANS! THE CAR IS RUNNING OUTSIDE AND YOUR FAVORITE SONG IS ON! WE HAVE TO HURRY BEFORE IT’S OVER!”

Whoa!

Who was that?!

Well, obviously it was Sans’ brother. But he was so TALL. He and his brother looked like exact opposites. You expected another slouchy monster with a weird sense of humor, definitely not this ridiculously handsome and cool dude who peered at you like you’d just grown another head.

“YOU!!!”

“Me???”

“YOU!!! I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU.” He dug into his pocket and grinned as he handed it to you. An autographed picture of himself. “I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE PERFECT MOMENT TO GIVE THIS TO YOU.”

“Wait a second, you’re the brother who donated food to my pups?”

“THAT WOULD BE ME, PAPYRUS!!!”

“Whoa.” That was all you could muster before he reached out to shake your hand, which you returned warmly. “I’m gonna put this on my list of STAR donors! Is that okay?”

“A-ABSOLUTELY!” He put his hands up to his chin and you laughed at the faint blush dusting his cheekbones. “I WOULD EXPECT NOTHING LESS, FOR I AM THE MOST GENEROUS OF PEOPLE.”

“Seems like it. Hey Sans, your brother is just as awesome as you said he was! He’s getting washed up, I think, we were knee-deep in soapy water all day.”

“YOU HAVE DONE WONDERS WITH HIM. ONCE UPON A TIME HE USED TO FEAST ON CRUMBS IN-BETWEEN COUCH CUSHIONS BECAUSE HE WAS TOO LAZY TO GET A NEW BAG OF CHIPS.”

“Uhhh…”

“INDEED! NOW HE IS ACTIVE AND HELPFUL HERE. I HAVE YOU TO THANK FOR THAT. YOU MUST BE AN INCREDIBLE TEACHER!”

“Ah, I’m okay….”

“I HAVE A SPECTACULAR AND AMAZING IDEA!!! PERHAPS YOU COULD COME WIH US TO DINNER TONIGHT. WE WILL HAVE LOTS OF FUN!”

“bro.”

Papyrus glanced over. Sans stood in the doorway, suspicion written all over his face.

“you’re here early.”

“YUPPIE! I CAME TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE PRESENTABLE. BUT GIVEN YOUR WORKLOAD TODAY, I’LL GIVE YOU A HARD PASS. OH! I WAS INVITING YOUR COWORKER TO COME WITH US. I’M SURE THE OTHERS WOULD LOVE TO MEET HER!”

“Oh, I don’t know…” You chewed on your lower lip. “I—I uh, don’t think Sans will want me there.”

“WHAT? PREPOSTEROUS. YOU TWO ARE COWORKERS. SANS HAS ALWAYS BEEN CLOSE TO THE PEOPLE HE WORKS WITH. IN FACT, HE WAS VOTED ‘FRIENDLIEST SKELETON’ IN SNOWDIN! ONLY BECAUSE I RELINQUISHED MY TROPHY TO HIM, OF COURSE.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Sans? Being nice and amicable with his coworkers? Treating them like friends? Seriously?

“SO IT’S SETTLED. WE’LL GO TO THE BAR TOGETHER! I CAN GIVE YOU A RIDE. COME WITH US.”

You knew Sans didn’t want you there. But you were starving. And it would be nice to get out of the house. Your couch was going to have buttprints soon with how much time you spent there.

“Sure. Thanks, Papyrus!”

“NO PROBLEMO. YOU CAN RIDE IN THE BACKSEAT! LET’S GO!”

Oh. The air was tense. Sans was so uncomfortable the entire ride there. Which…you really didn’t understand. Was he embarrassed of his friends? Of the place? Or…was he embarrassed of you?

The bar was one you’d walked by probably a hundred times. A cozy place that wasn’t too busy at night, at least not enough that you wouldn’t be able to hear yourself think.

“I’LL INTRODUCE YOU. THIS IS ALPHYS AND UNDYNE. THEY ARE VERY MUCH IN LOVE!!! I HAVE TO TELL EVERYONE THAT BECAUSE IT EMBARRASSES THEM. TORIEL IS UNABLE TO MAKE IT SINCE FRISK HAS THE STOMACH FLU. HAVE YOU HEARD IT’S GOING AROUND?”

“Yeah, my other coworker caught it not too long ago. She got over it, but now she’s taking care of her kids.”

“SKELETONS ARE LUCKY THEY’RE SAFE FROM CONTAGIONS. OH. UNDYNE, ALPHYS, THIS IS THE HUMAN GIRL THAT SANS WORKS WITH AT THE SHELTER!!!”

It was awkward at first, sure, but Papyrus did his best to make you feel welcome. Alphys and Sans were texting on their phones all night. You were…like ninety-nine percent sure that it was to each other. Maybe they were in a group chat with this Toriel person to check up on her. Undyne wasn’t really interested in you very much, since she was watching a swimming competition on the TV. Papyrus was the one to engage you the most, asking you all sorts of questions about working at the shelter.

“AND WHAT IF THE DOGS ARE RESTLESS? HOW DO YOU HELP THEM?”

“…she sings to ‘em.”

What.

“I—I definitely do not,” you laughed nervously, taking another long drink. “I just take them for a little walk, that’s all.”

“heh. not really. she’ll sing ‘my only sunshine’ to ‘em and snuggle with them in their rooms.”

“I definitely DON’T do that?”

“yeah you do. they like her voice. mostly ‘cuz she gets so passionate.”

“PASSIONATE HOW?”

“she dances, too. then they howl with her.”

He was exposing all your secrets! What the hell! You made sure to only do that kind of shit when he said he was going on break!

“THIS SOUNDS ADORABLE. STOP, I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS.”

“didn’t even tell ya the best part. she has nicknames for all of ‘em. and she trains ‘em to give high fives to people when they take a lot during adoption drives.”

“W-what?” Alphys giggled. “That’s so cool!”

“It’s really not a big deal…”

Sans continued, not bothered in the slightest by your panicked protests. “she makes flower crowns for ‘em, too. most of ‘em let her put it on and then she takes photos for the website. then she backs out on uploadin’ ‘em because she thinks the crowns aren’t good enough.”

“It’s because they eat most of the flowers in the backyard or they wilt them!”

Sans locked eyes with you. The suddenness of his eye contact was jarring, to say the least.

“you care a lot about those animals. that’s real clear.”

“Oh…um. Thanks.”

“just statin’ the obvious.”

After eating a hearty meal, which Papyrus insisted he pay for in exchange for you dealing with his brother at work, he offered to drive you home. You agreed.

“OH! I WANT TO WASH MY HANDS. IS IT OKAY IF I USE YOUR BATHROOM?”

“Sure. Come on in. Uh, mind the mess. I wasn’t expecting company.”

The apartment was quiet, too much for your taste. You always needed the TV on to make it seem less lonely. Sans was lucky – he had a sibling to share his life with.

“OKIE DOKIE, BE RIGHT BACK!” Papyrus dashed off after you pointed him in the right direction. It was…nice?…to see him so enthusiastic about proper hygiene.

Sans stood in front of your bookshelf. A collection of all sorts of things that you were interested in. He seemed to fixate specifically on a leather book wedged between several young adult novels, though he wasn’t going to mention anything to you.

“That’s…um. Well. I borrowed that from the library that closed not too long ago.”

the precision of magic control, huh?”

“Um. Yeah.”

Awkward silence.

“Monsters are really cool. Being able to do magic. It’s normal for you guys. For humans, that sort of thing was debunked a long time ago. Now people are only beginning to understand it. Hopefully we can learn more from you.”

“hope so.”

You flinched at the coldness to his tone. “Sans?”

“yeah?”

“Do you not like me?”

He paused for a moment, but didn’t even bother looking at you. “what makes you say that?”

“Just a feeling. It’s okay if you don’t. I’m kind of weird. I talk to animals a lot, I spend most of my time playing around, and I work my ass off to give away dogs that I really do love and am attached to. It’s kind of dumb. The two of us have grown up in different places, so…I can see why you’d have a hard time getting along with me.”

Sans reached out and plucked the book from the shelf. There were scribbled notes in it.

“why do you read about this kinda stuff? looks like it’s been here longer than we’ve lived on the surface.”

You swallowed. “Well. Actually. Uh. The thing is…I want to learn about it because…I…”

A long silence. Sans waited a few more seconds before he spoke.

“that day, in the park. saw you use magic.”

“You did.” Of course he did. You weren’t exactly subtle. “It was so stupid. But I didn’t know what else to do.”

“humans don’t even have that ability any more.”

“They don’t. I’m a freak.”

He wasn’t sure why, but his chest ached at that accusation. “nah.”

“No, really. I am. I’ve had magic for as long as I can remember. I’ve taught myself so much. But it feels like all I ever do is hurt people with it. Unless I’m alone. Then the only person at risk is myself. And it’s not like anyone would care.”

That last bit wasn’t what you meant to say. It just fell out.

But Sans closed his eyes and stuffed the book back to its rightful place.

“that’s where yer wrong.”

“I am?”

“yeah.”

He turned toward you. Hands in his pockets. Eyes locked with yours. That signature grin of his fading to more of a grimace.

“Sans?”

“i gotta apologize. i got you all wrong. had this…notion of ya in my head. about what you’d be like. what kinda person you were. looks like i’m just…a bonehead.”

“It’s okay, Sans.”

“…”

“Was that a pun?”

“heh.”

“Ewww, I regret this immediately!” you laughed. “I don’t wanna be friends any more.”

“aw, c’mon. throw me a bone here.”

“No???”

Papyrus came out to the both of you laughing. “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? HAVE I ENTERED A PARALLEL UNIVERSE?! OH NO. NOT AGAIN!”

Sans grinned. “relax, bro. we’re just doin’ what coworkers do. rib each other.”

“Get him out of my house!” you joked.

“OF COURSE. I DON’T KNOW WHY I EVEN THOUGHT HE COULD BEHAVE HIMSELF!”

“Wait, Papyrus, no! I was kidding!!!” You chased after him as he carted Sans out the door over his shoulder, already starting what looked like an hour-long lecture.

It was funny how a simple forced hand could be the turning point you were looking for. After that night, Sans seemed…more like himself, if that made any sense. He joked more often, smiled more wholeheartedly, and…

Couldn’t leave you alone for a second.

“so how old were you when you first realized you could use magic?”

“Um, maybe four or five? There was this butterfly with a crippled wing. So I healed it with a shower of leaves. I thought I could show it how to fly and it would take off again. Turns out I just used the leaves as a…conduit so I could use healing magic on it.”

“so you know green is for healing?”

“Yup. I do read monster literature, you know. It’s helped me a lot.”

“ok. what about the blue magic?”

“That one came a little later. I almost got hit by some creep on one of those scooters. He was trying to scare me and get me to jump into the lake to avoid him, but I ended up choking. I just stood there when he came full force. Then he passed right through me.”

“neat.”

You handed him the fresh bowl of food as he dropped them down one by one. You’d trained the dogs to all wait their turn eating, and spread the bowls across the lawn so no one would have an issue with you. And some careful redirecting would be in order in case any of them decided to be greedy, but they’d been much more well-behaved lately.

“So what are we? Blue buddies?”

“heh. what?”

“Blue buddies. We both have blue magic.”

“oh my god.”

“Whaaaat. Don’t laugh at me, Sans! It could be a thing!”

“hey, i can think of something else that could be a thing.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“you…n’ me…” He started to sweat. Was he okay? Could skeletons overheat? “uh…heh…grabbin’ those tennis balls we lost over the fence.”

“Shit, I forgot about that. Let’s go right after the dogs are done.”

Movie nights. Dog walks in the park. Touring the city’s restaurants. It was all uphill from there. Sans was always looking for an excuse to hang out, a far cry from what you experienced firsthand. He and Papyrus were experts with blue magic, so a lot of the time you would stop by their place and learn more about control and finesse. Papyrus was far more helpful in that sense, since he showed you how to do things, while Sans just distracted you from the sidelines and tried to make you laugh.

You and Sans took overnight shifts waiting for a new litter of puppies to be born. One of the strays you took in from the shelter this past week was pregnant and ready to burst, but you just knew that the breed of dog was going to be hard to adopt out, so they handed them all over to you.

It was about four in the morning when you took the phone call. It was Sans.

“hey, you wanna come down here for this?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I’ll be there.”

Fifteen minutes later, you joined him on the floor, at a comfortable distance from the mother as she did her best to deliver her litter. Sans had his back against the wall, knees drawn up, watching the sight in morbid fascination. Probably not at all how monster deliveries worked.

“You okay?”

“heh. sure.”

You could tell something was bothering him. “Are you sure? You seem a little out of it. I can sort of tell these things now. You have different smiles.”

“do i?” That one was for amusement. “guess you would know. yer gettin’ to be a little too perceptive for me to pull one over on ya.”

“I guess I am.” You glanced over at his hand, which twitched against the cool tile of the sterile room. “Hey, Sans?”

“what’s up.”

“Being here with you is like green magic.”

“uh….” He stammered. “i don’t get it.”

“Feels good. Like…the feeling I get when I heal someone. It’s warm in a good way. Starts out in the center of your chest, then goes all the way down to the tips of your toes…and your fingers.”

Sans nearly choked. He looked down and saw your hand resting on top of his. He could see his reflection in your eyes. Scared. Confused. What were you doing?

“And it’s kinda weird, but blue magic too. Where you have to stop and take everything in, otherwise you might get hurt. You take your time and wait it out to see where it goes.”

Oh man. He blushed. Hard. This was not happening. Was it?

“I think maybe I might get experience with orange magic soon. Where you look at the path ahead and just…go for it. Because sometimes you have to be brave to progress.”

He didn’t have a chance to ask you if you were being serious, because you had promptly kissed him just hard enough that yeah, he knew exactly what you meant. Warmth. Hesitation. Excitement. All of it wrapped up in a bundle of static that settled in the center of his chest, sparking outwards and sending every last part of his body on fire.

You pulled back. Lips swollen from the kiss. He hadn’t even realized this earlier, but your face was flushed too.

“whoa.”

“Whoa…is right. Is it…um…a whoa of approval?”

He could barely nod.

You laughed and your nose wrinkled, leaning forward to plant another one on him. “Oh. That’s good to know.”

At five in the morning, eight puppies were born. Sans named them after all the magical traits. Of course, you gave them silly nicknames everyone would use around the building.

At six in the morning, you and Sans left the shelter. Your coworker’s shift started and she would watch over the new mom and her pups.

At seven in the morning, you both went out for breakfast. Apparently, there was even a fight in the restaurant, but the both of you were so engrossed in each other that you hadn’t noticed. Sans picked up the bill and you promised you’d get it next time.

At eight in the morning, Sans stood outside your apartment as you sealed your new relationship with another long, ardent kiss. You struggled with the mechanics of it still, but nothing a few bouts of awkward laughter wouldn’t fix.

Sans walked on air as he made his way home to share the good news with his brother. Maybe moving to the surface wasn’t a mistake after all.

Congratulations (pt. 1)

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader  
Word Count: 1,790ish
T/W: Slight Smut
A/N: Hello, Gorgeous! So, I got inspired when I finally listened to The Hamilton Mixtape and heard “Congratulations.” I know there’s like no background on this story, but you’re Hamilton’s boss and Jefferson’s “editor.” (He’s not “technically” in your department, but he attends the meetings anyway.) You two also have a thing.


“Unbelievable…” you stared down at the news paper, reading over Hamilton’s article, in which he had attacked yet again another reporter for accusing him of something-or-other and of course he had to respond even though you told him to let it go.

Looking to the clock you swiftly stood from your desk, slightly slamming the office door on your way out, your heels echoed loudly against the floor. The lady at the front desk avoided eye contact with you. She knew a storm was coming. You rubbed your temple; so unready for this meeting, because in reality you had nothing to say to anyone…except Hamilton…you wanted to rip him apart for his poor judgement. Now realizing why he had been avoiding you all week!

You were head of his department and he was supposed to have you review everything he wrote, but he had intentionally added the article last minuet, knowing there was no way you would see it until it was published. And now that it was, everyone would be asking you where he got his information, as you were the one who approved his references and even gave him a lead on where to look from time to time.

“You have invented a new kind of stupid!” you said walking into the conference room, where Hamilton and Jefferson sat across from each other, leaving the head of the table for you. Alexander look nervous, but ready to argue as he looked up when you opened the door and swiftly shut it behind you. Jefferson on the other hand was completely calm, not even looking back when you entered. Madison, Adams, and Burr were all at the table as well, but they kept their gaze glued to the floor, knowing what was coming.

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