A/N: Doing laundry yesterday, I listened to this song from Little Big Town. I have had this floating around in my head for the last few months and decided I finally had time to write it and it came easier than I expected. Thank you so much to my bestie @just-another-busy-fangirl for being my saving grace as well as my amazing beta, forever and always. I also want to thank @iwantthedean, for her constant support and encouragement even if I think it is crap. Love you both!
Warnings: Language, maybe? Flangsty AF, mentions of ‘wanting’ another woman, but if y’all have heard the song, you know what’s what, pining for Dean
Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jenna, minor OC
“So get this,” Sam starts. “A woman is taken from her home, no forced entry and the only sign of struggle is the comforter hanging off the bed and a glass of water tipped over, and even that is a stretch.”
“So what are you thinking Sam?” I asked, setting plates on the table in front of him, then Dean.
“Probably just a crazy cat lady. Stupid cats knocked over the water,” Dean grumbled, taking a large sniff of the dinner I placed in front of him.
“I’m not sure yet. She is a funeral director and she had the weekend off. No one reported her missing until she failed to show for a viewing yesterday,” Sam explained. “It isn’t far from here, only up in Lincoln.”
“Oh, is that so?” Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother who only nodded a confirmation. “Well, let’s finish eating first. Wheels out in an hour?”
“Yeah, that gives me enough time to clean up the dishes, too,” I responded, returning to my meal.
“Oh, Sweetheart, I’ll help you with that,” Dean threw me a wink. Good thing I was sitting or my knees would have given out.
“You don’t have to do that, Dean. I can take care of it,” I mumbled, smiling sweetly. God, I wanted him to help. I wanted him to wrap those long, strong arms around me while I washed plates. I wanted to pretend to be annoyed with him, so he would just hold me tighter and longer.
Summary: Some say it’s not the journey that matters, but the destination. The destination justifies the journey. However, for him, the hunt was much more pleasurable than the meal.
Word count: 2146
Warnings: none for this part.
Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x reader
A/N: I would just like to clarify that here, in Quebec (Canada) the legal age is 18. For us, when you are in college, typically you are of legal age. I wanted to clarify for those who live in countries where legal ages are older. If you have any questions, feel free to drop by my ask box. You can always submit your ideas for oneshots or imagines in my ask box as well. Enjoy!
et al. was a company reputed for incredible lawyers and extraordinary staff.
This company was a model for any type of retail or sales companies wishing to
attain perfection. It was well divided, well organized, and management was
exemplary. Staff workers ranged from secretaries, to juridical duties, up to
lawyers. As a law student just beginning in college, you were ecstatic to be
hired at Hiddleston et al. Even if you were hired just as a clerk for the
juridical secretaries, it was still a very good employment to put on your
resume. Your friends made fun of you for being just a clerk, but you were
there, in the midst of the law, filing through files of fraud. You were hands-on
participating, even if just a little.
This blog will now be rebooted yes its been a long road of randomness and unfinished story arch, but the motivation ain’t there anymore, Violet will be the same but..
INSTEAD the blog will now be canonally shipped together with @smolamii ‘s oc Sparda. Random questions will be answered and you guys can ask both sparda and violet questions on this blog, pretty much ask them about anything.
ONTOP OF THAT i will also nuke my inbox so go ahead and send in messages or questions to this blog!
the ace spectrum is useless, and i say this as someone who used to identify on it. you’re either ace or you’re not. acting like there’s a “somewhere in between” just invents microlabels like gray ace and demi that are “on the ace spectrum” but it doesn’t make SENSE because if you have sexual attraction, even only under certain circumstances, YOU’RE NOT ACE.
not to mention not having “a lot of sexual attraction” (not being ace but being on the “ace spectrum”) could be because of any combination of preference, religion, and insecurities about yourself. that’s not something that needs to have a label, that’s just being a human being.
Summary: Jensen wakes up in a familiar place. Pairing: Jensen x OFC (Journey) Word Count: 2080 Warnings: Feels. Probably some things you all expected, but hopefully you can enjoy the chapter anyway! Also, fair warning that I made myself cry a little writing this.
Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
A/N: Hey guys, so I’m writing a new fic and this one is gonna be a series. This post is gonna be some background information that will be VERY helpful to know before reading the actual story so I recommend reading this before the series.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Kenina O’Cain, Sam Wilson x OFC Kenina O’Cain
Everyone in the world is born with two sets of marks, one on each arm. The mark on your right arm is known as the Life Mark, this tells you your destined best friend. No matter what your life match will be there for you, listen to you, understand you, and most importantly will never judge you and do what they can to help you. The mark on your left arm is known as the Love Mark, your Love Match wis your soulmate, and sometimes one will have dreams of the others life leading up to their meeting, though this is rare.
Bucky Barnes isn’t exactly what you’d call average, and he’s got a past that haunts him. Lately Bucky has been having dreams about a girl, the thing is when he wakes up he can remember everything except what she looks like and what her name is. Even if he could Bucky doesn’t believe he deserves to, he doesn’t believe anyone could except a past like his. Little does he know, he’s about to be proven wrong.
Kenina O’Cain isn’t exactly normal. When she was seventeen she was in an accident that left scarred, in more ways than one. When she turned eighteen she joined the military and started Veterinarian school. The Army is where she met her best friend, Sam Wilson. He’s the only one who knows about Kenina’s special ability. Now seven years after her accident she’s working as the Captain of her K-9 Unit. Problem is not all officers in the military are as stand up as the world would like to believe. After an incident Kenina is forced to report a Major and hopefully the higher ups believe her. In the meantime she goes to visit her best friend, Sam Wilson, who’s now an Avenger.
Bucky and Kenina are both in for a wild ride. Can Bucky learn to except his past? Can Kenina learn to let others in? Most importantly, can they figure out the truth and learn to except love?
“You should cover that song at your next concert,” Peter teased as they left the theatre. He was carrying the remains of a huge fountain drink, and half a bag of popcorn. Roxanne burst out laughing.
“I don’t exactly have the right voice for singing Cyndi Lauper songs,” she admitted. Peter smiled.
“I think you could do it,” he narrowed his eyes, as though he was issuing a challenge. Roxanne shook her head.
“Nah. The eighties were over a long time ago. And there’s a lot of people nostalgic about old music, but not enough that remaking anything would sell. Pixie Stix is riding a good wave right now, but I don’t know that I’ve put enough away for retirement yet. And I want to be secure before I branch out into less commercial interests,” Roxanne explained. And then cringed. “I just sucked all the mystery and coolness out of music, didn’t I?”
“You might have,” Peter laughed. “You mean it’s not all about the art?”
“Oh god, you think I’m a sell-out!” Roxanne cringed. Peter laughed and slipped his arm around her shoulder, like they’d been friends or lovers for years. He tipped his head close until their temples touched.
“Maybe a bit of a sell-out. I mean, in Outer Mongolia, when I wasn’t fighting the death worm, I listened to a lot of really amazing artists. And they were artists, Roxanne. With a capital A. I,” he paused, and Roxanne had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes, “I’m just feeling really like you’re stealing my innocence here. World’s most famous lead singer, talking about making bank instead of making art.” Roxanne couldn’t help but snort. She elbowed him in the ribs and ducked out from under his arm.
“Well, since I’ve ruined your perception of the music industry, I can probably find my own way home. You know, back to the other sell-outs,” she laughed. At the same time, there was part of her that was just a little hurt by his words. Peter sobered, and Roxanne thought maybe he caught the slight tension in her shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he blurted, and reached out for her. She dodged out of his grip and cocked an eyebrow. “Roxanne, please. I’m sorry. You know I know nothing about modern music. My entire musical knowledge ends in 1989. But I do know what it’s like to have to think about the bottom line. My line of work can be very sporadic. You need to plan ahead. I understand wanting a nest egg.”
“What? I just poured out my heart, and apologized, not once, but twice, and what you took from that was 1989?” Peter feigned offense. Roxanne slid her arm around his waist, mimicking his earlier move. His own arm slipped back around her, and his posture relaxed.
“No, baby, it’s alright. I mean, you can be musically oblivious and still tell me how to run my career.” She nudged his forehead with her own, and winked. He pulled away, and glared at her for just a beat. Then he smiled and put his arm back around her shoulder.
“I always figured rock stars would be different. Somehow,” he commented, as they turned the corner back to the shop. Roxanne pulled her keys from her pocket and unlocked the door.