but this is how i see them in my head

anonymous asked:

I actually really like seeing Ron with a buzz cut :DD I think it looks great and your drawings are amazing no matter what. I love you art!

Thank you! I like buzzcut Ron, it has a meaning for me. In my headcanons, Ginny shaved his head not too much after Fred’s funeral. It was a sister/brother moment that made their mother cry when she saw both of them laughing their asses off because “I just asked Ginny to cut a little bit!” “You never asked if I knew how to make a haircut” and then he decided to shave because Ginny completely screwed up, that’s it.

It’s a very old headcanon of mine and I love it.

hey, I saw that video of Jack using a juul/vape and I just have a few things to say 

1. Teens experiment a lot. It’s literally hardwired into their brains to experiment. So Jack, a fourteen year old, experimenting and using a juul/vape isn’t so outlandish and crazy. Teens can be dumb and do dumb things. This is expected. This is normal. By giving them room to mess up and experiment and do dumb things, you’re letting them grow in a normal and healthy way.

2. Vaping/Juuling ha very little negative impacts. Sure, nicotine can be addictive but juuling/vaping is a safe way to get a buzz from nic. It’s a million times safer than chewing tobacco or cigarettes, like how many kids/teens my age did and still do. (I’m in college now but still technically a teen) I’d much rather see young teens hitting a vape and getting a little head high then getting addicted to cigarettes or chewing tobacco and getting lung/mouth cancer. 

3. Jack is a teen; a fourteen year old boy. He is growing up and learning how to be an adult. Teenhood is weird and hard and just whack. You have to act like an adult while still getting treated like a kid. Hence why teens tend to experiement and such. Again, it’s completely normal. Jack’s situation is a bit different. He is growing up in the spotlight suddenly. He is facing some growing pains because of it, on top of regular teen growing pains. Remembr he’s just trying to grow up while doing something he loves (acting).

Lastly, experimenting is completely normal and best to be expected from teens/young adults. It’s better to make them comfortable to share their experiences and concerns then to have them be scared to say anything and do/get into some dumb shit. 

We all know how Draco and Harry get when paired together in Potions. Well, I want to see them get paired together in Divination. Their foretelling mainly consists of them competing in who will divine a more gruesome death to the other. 

Trelawney is so impressed by their clairvoyance that they remain partnered for the rest of the year.

I crave love,
the purest, deepest and rawest form of it.
The movie love, the book love, the Romeo-Juliet love.

Just someone’s careless kisses on my neck and my yearning lips,
Someone to hold hands with and run into the sunset with,
Someone I can write about endlessly, never getting tired of writing about how they are my sole galaxy in this dark universe, my one nice thing,
About How every word that falls off their lips can put poetry to shame,
Or how his eyes have all my favorite colors in one place, right where I can see them.

How his hands are rough and strong,
And how mine are soft and fragile,
How he would kiss my fingers Every time I would remind him why I love him.

How he and I would make each other mix tapes and pretend we’re in the 90’s.

I wonder if he would write about me too,
That’s the dream, two writers in love.
Exchanging letters and small notes,
Proclaiming our love in ways that haven’t been written about yet,
With two different point of views for the same story.

I want to dance with him, even though I don’t know how to and I am sure he’s a brilliant dancer,
And I want him to sing with me,
Even though he is a terrible singer,
I want to kiss him,
Which is nice cause we’re both great kissers.

I want to hear his far fetched theories about alternate universes and how he reckons
we stumbled across each other, fate or sheer coincidence?

I want to fall in love with the whole person, and not just the idea of them I have constructed in my head.

I want to love them for being shitty, for being sad, for being weird, for crying, for being pathetic,
For being one hundred percent themselves, and being okay with letting me see every side they deemed unlovable.

I want to kiss him lazily like we have all the time in the world and also urgently, like there’s no tomorrow.

I want to cuddle with him, trying to burrow myself deeper into his scent and him,
That’s what I think heaven will smell like,
Leather, cinnamon and him.

I think heaven will sound like his voice,
Every goddamn thing he says sounds like honey and chocolate milkshakes.

Where are you?
When are you planning to show up?

I am exhausted even though I am only seventeen,

But I’ll wait till I am seventy if I have to.

BTS replaced you. - pt.2

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.END]


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After the conversation we shared I muted the conversation, there was nothing I wanted to hear anymore and nothing I wanted to do but sleep. I was curious of what they had to say, if anything at all but at the same time I didn’t want to know because they probably don’t think it’s a big deal they’ve missed my birthday three years in a row. I sat at my dining room table, staring at the candlelit cake in front of me. It was their favourite, strawberry flavour and just looking at it reminded me of them and how they won’t be here again to share this too large cake for one with me.

For so long I believed that we were best friends, that we were inseparable and nothing or no one could come between the friendship we shared because we had been through so much with one another. But I was wrong. They let her get between us. I don’t want to be a selfish brat that I’m seeming to be, but they just forgot me so easily after spending a week with her, wouldn’t that hurt you? They used to be the first people to say happy birthday to me, even if they were away they’d never forget to FaceTime me at 12am - but this year, even though we were supposed to celebrate, they didn’t call at 12, they didn’t send me a text. Because they forgot, and they left me waiting for them like a fool standing outside the restaurant in the winter cold holding my own birthday cake. They promised. They promised that they were going to celebrate with me this year for sure, they even made sure they had no schedule clashes today so that we could celebrate, but just like that they forgot and I was replaced with someone new, someone better.

People looked at me funny, people who walked into the restaurant, had their meal and came back out to see me still standing there alone - they all looked at me with pity in their eyes. ‘That girl must’ve got stood up’ must be what they were all thinking. Yeah I was stood up by my seven best friends. The entire week they’ve been hanging out, the entire week they’ve dismissed me. ‘If it was important we would have remembered’ ‘Clearly wasn’t all that important’, that hurt to say the least, it only told me how much I didn’t mean to them, making it clear to me that they don’t need me in their lives anymore because they have someone new, someone that let’s them have the personal space that they needed and I understood now. I was only ever thinking of myself and what I wanted. Maybe they didn’t forget, maybe this was their way to tell me that our friendship is over. 

I blew out the candle without making a wish, wishes don’t come true. I’ve wished for the same thing the last two years and each following year I end up getting disappointed. I crawled into bed and went to sleep, eyes slightly wet from crying. But a few hours later, I heard my phone ring; I picked up without even checking the caller ID. 

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the cutest boys in the world ♡

Headcannon for Infinity Wars

Loki and Peter Quill are stuck in an elevator, knowing they are going to have to fight Thanos’ goons.

Peter: What’s the plan on how to take on the goons?

Loki: ::looks at Peter, an idea pops into his head:: Get Help?

Peter: ::Looks at Loki:: Get Help? What do you mean, get help?

Loki: ::smiles devilishly:: Get Help.

Moments later, the elevator doors open and the goons see Peter slumped over on Loki.

Loki: Help! Get help! My friend! He’s dying! ::Throws Peter at the goons and knocks them out. Peter groans as he stands up.

Peter: I do not like Get Help!

Loki: :chuckles to himself::

Thor and a few other catches up with them, and Thor who witnesses what had happened, approaches Loki.

Thor: I thought you didn’t like Get Help?

Loki:: still chuckling:: Its amusing when it happens to other.

Marvel. Please let this happen

And also how disgustingly smug was Rian’s treatment of the big reveals? He knows, he fucking knows the two big questions we all had coming out of tfa was “who are Rey’s parents” and “who is snoke” with a smaller side of “how is luke going to react to rey giving him his lightsaber.” And he dealt with them in this brief flippant on the nose way to what? Make fun of fans for speculating?

Throwing the lightsaber over his head was funny and I would have been fine with it if it didn’t indicate how Rian was going to treat our other expectations. I can just see his smug little frog face during the parentage reveal like “oh you silly stupid fans, you actually thought she was this persons daughter? Oh if only you had a taste of my masterful intellect and were able to see beyond such things.” The phrasing there was so on the nose and unnecessarily harsh (towards fans) to the point where it took me out of the movie. Kylo might as well have turned into the camera and addressed us directly.

And with snoke? Fucking. I read every book. I read every comic. Right when they came out. There was so much shit in multiple books hinting at a presence of a power and evil the likes we’ve never seen lurking beyond the edges of the galaxy. This was supposed to be the equivalent of the yuuzhan vong in legends. This was supposed to be so horrifying it made the chiss ascendency seek out help in the republic and empire And it could not more clearly have been about snoke. The remnants of the empire that became the first order left to find that presence at the end of the aftermath trilogy. It’s supposed to be snoke.

And now he’s dead. We have no idea what he was or what made him so fucking terrifying. All the questions and speculations we have were over in the twist of a lightsaber so Rian could suck kylos dick.

As a fan who did all the leg work between the two movies, who read everything and made theories and thought they were piecing together a puzzle, this was upsetting. It’s a lesser upset to the rest of the racist disaster this movie was, I just hadn’t seen anyone vent about that and needed to get it out.

At the center of Victor’s desk was a single pebble. Rough and round. Speckled black. He glanced around, turning side to side, in case he missed something. It was the size of one of his knuckles, not nearly large enough to be a proper paperweight. With a curious click of his tongue, he moved it to the edge of the desk and dismissed it.

Perhaps it was Yuuri’s.

~~~~~~~

The following day the pebble was gone.

Another one replaced it. Larger. Oddly-polished. Victor looked at it a bit longer. The colors were of warm brown tones, matching the inside of his cabin. He set it aside too.

~~~~~~~

One manifested in the pocket of Victor’s breeches. Having no use for it, he tossed it overboard.

~~~~~~~

A small collection of rocks appeared. All rather pretty, gleaming when the sunlight caught their edges. Victor wondered when Yuuri had started a new hobby and swept them all up, putting them into Yuuri’s treasure box.

~~~~~~~

Rocks appeared on his pillow. Weighing dead center. Purposefully placed. Victor knew because there were none on Yuuri’s, none scattering the floor, none spilling down onto the mattress. One of Yuuri’s feathers was tucked in, some sort of signal. Victor did not understand it.

And he could not ask, because his siren was missing from the ship. Irritated and perhaps a bit drunk on rum, Victor dumped them all onto the floor and collapsed in the bed.

Normally he would have tugged Yuuri’s pillow to him and embraced it, catching the lingering smell of his mate on the fabric. This time he resisted.

But only for a minute.

~~~~~~~

He woke up with Yuuri sitting next to him, eyes swimming. Victor shot up, scanning Yuuri for injuries, for anything that might be wrong. He spotted nothing. “Lovebird? What happened?”

Sniffling, Yuuri waved his hand toward the assortment of rocks and pebbles on the floor. They had scattered further apart during the night, with the rocking of the ship. You don’t like them? He traced his question into the sheets instead of Victor’s palm.

“What, they’re rocks, why would I-…” The glistening in Yuuri’s eyes thickened. “Oh. Did you get them for me?”

Lips pursed together into the thinnest line imaginable, Yuuri lifted his head high and shook it. Victor did not have a chance to stop him or ask him to wait. The siren rushed off, leaving his captain behind. Who heard a couple shouts and the loud thunder of Yuuri’s wings taking off with angered force coming from the deck above.

Well then. He had definitely missed something.

~~~~~~~

“Yuuri’s been bringing me rocks.”

Minami’s red-dyed head shot up, eyes growing wide. “Rocks?”

“Yes. He’s left some on my desk and in my pockets and last night on my pillow.”

Minami snatched up his sketchbook, flipping quickly to a page details siren habits. Under a long list, he added, ‘pebble gifting!!’

Victor watched him, blank. “Great, so what does that mean?”

“What’d you do with them? Can I see them? How big are they? How many? When did he start?”

Victor sighed at the fact that his question went utterly ignored. Meanwhile, Minami was practically sparkling.

“I don’t know, I threw some out–”

“WHAT.”

Victor winced at the volume. He did not get a chance here either, because Minami scaled him, jumping up and seizing onto his collar. “You threw them away?!”

“They’re rocks!”

“They’re his gifts to you! They are tokens of his affection! Certain species of birds present them as a gift to their mate, before mating or during nest building, or sometimes just like humans do– to say, 'hey I saw this pretty thing and it reminded me of you!’ AND YOU THREW THEM AWAY?!?!!”

Oh. Well then. How was he supposed to know that. “Not all of them? There’s a bunch on the floor still…”

Minami yelled and abandoned his idiot captain, sprinting off. No doubt to try to sneak a few of the rocks for himself.

Victor let him.

~~~~~~~

Yuuri’s wings were sore. His lungs burned. His bones ached. His fingers fumbled with the drawstring of his carry pouch when he landed, worn and tired.

Victor ran up to him, but Yuuri kept his head down, concentrating.

“Yuuri!”

Yuuri pulled out the rock he had brought. It was jagged and rough, the sharp edges cutting at his skin. He could not understand why humans would supposedly want such an ugly rock, the size of his fist, unlike all the cute polished pebbles he had found for Victor prior.

He shoved it into Victor’s hands. “Is that good enough for you?!”

Victor stared down at the rock. A few crew members glanced in their direction, all eyes trained on the rock. Then Victor’s lips curled up into the heart-shaped smile that Yuuri so adored. The one that could make Yuuri melt in seconds. And he did. Melted into a warm, bubbling puddle when Victor kissed him firm and deep. “This is perfect. I’m sorry about all the other ones.”

A tiny chirp slipped from Yuuri. Except then Victor disappeared with the rock and when he returned, it was gone from his hands.

“It’s in a safe spot, I promise, lovebird.”

Yuuri’s eyes narrowed. He remained suspicious. 

Dean and Castiel bring in the New Year with no regrets. 1.1k

There’s ten minutes left of 2017.

They’re with Jody and Donna, so Castiel could check in on Claire for Christmas. That was the excuse anyway. In reality, they all wanted to check on Claire and the other girls. The holidays were a time for family, after all. Besides, it had been a difficult year for all of them. To bring in the new year surrounded by family, whatever variation of family that might be to each of them, was a sign of hope to all.

Sam and Jody are setting up fireworks in the middle of a field, far away from the public eye. It brings back memories for Dean, sitting on top of the Impala when Sam was just a kid. Hell, he’d still been a kid himself. It feels like a lifetime ago.

He pulls a beer out of the cooler, popping off the lid with ease and taking a long drink. It’s his fourth of the night, but he’s building up some courage.

There’s nine minutes to midnight, and he still hasn’t asked Castiel to be his New Year kiss.

He’ll probably chicken out, press a smooth kiss to Donna’s cheek and shoot her a wink. It’s his way, after all. For now, he’s allowing himself nine minutes of denial, nine minutes of fantasy.

He sees himself walking up to Castiel, cupping his cheek, closing the gap between them. He sees himself pulling back, a look of awe and happiness on Castiel’s face. He can practically feel their fingers interlocking as a sign of promise.

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I don't think that's how wolves work...

(I’m playing through the “Lost Mine of Phandelver” adventure with my players, most of whom have never played any form of RPG before. They managed to get past the guards at the beginning of the goblin hideout and even managed to convince one to guide them safely through the cave, thanks to an amazing bit of persuasion from the smooth-talking elven sorcerer. Their guide, Tommy, takes them past a room of wolves on the way to meet his boss.)

Me, DM: Okay, so, you come up to this group of wolves, which are all snarling and obviously very hungry. They’ve clearly been trained as attack animals, not as pets, and as you approach, one even lunges at you as if to try and take a bite. Before it can do so, however, Tommy makes a sharp noise and commands it to stand down. The wolf slinks back in obvious fear. 

(Our elven druid’s player starts visibly trembling with excitement as soon as I mention the wolves.)

Druid, OOC: I’ve always wanted an animal companion!! Can I, like, talk to it? Make it my friend? Can I love it like my own child?

DM: Uh, sure, roll animal handling to see how it reacts.

(She rolls a nat 20 for a total of 24)

DM: Yeah, okay, how do you become freakin' BFF’s with this starving, savage wolf?

Druid, OCC: I pull out some of my food and give it to them!

Aasimar monk, OOC: (laughing) But aren’t you vegan? What do you give it, a rice cake?

Druid, OOC: I give it an apple! And they like it!

DM: (sighs) Sure, yeah, you give this carnivorous predator an apple and it falls head over heels in love with you. Congratulations, you’re the first person in this wolf’s life to show it a shred of kindness, and now it will never leave your side.

Druid, OOC: Can I name it?

DM: Sure.

Druid: I’m going to name you Neko!

Sorcerer: You’re naming your wolf “cat?”

Druid: When you get your own wolf you can name it whatever you want, but mine’s name is Neko!

(For the rest of the session, and even afterwards, the player continued to talk to “Neko” as if they were in the room with us, occasionally “feeding” them chips from under the table.)

drew’s disney’s descendants au Tallulah, daughter of Ursula

Shortly before the establishment of Auradon and the creation of the Isle of the Lost, an alliance of villains had been brewing under the surface. Ursula the Sea-Witch and James Hook, Captain of the Jolly Roger, had been in early discussions to work together with a wicked stepmother from Caravell and a roguish hunter from Rosencourt, but their plans had been thwarted when they were all wrangled onto the Isle. Consequently, Ursula, Hook, and their gathering band decided it would be best to underplay their hand for now, and bent a knee to Maleficent as the leader on the Isle of the Lost. But they have been biding their time, whispering in the ears of their own children, and waiting for someone to be foolish enough to bring down the barrier between Auradon and the Isle…

Ursula arrived at the Isle of the Lost with her offspring already in tow, and though Tallulah was barely more than a set of tentacles then, she was feisty even as an infant. Although her mother prefers the spoils of the sea, Tallulah uses Ursula’s shell necklace to maintain a human form that allows her to walk on land. Despite the understanding between their mothers, the history between Nefaria and Tallulah is much more complicated. Early rivalries for the affections of various young men eventually unfolded into an on-and-off romantic relationship between the two young women, rooted in a deeply-hidden hope within each of them that they might one day be able to escape the Isle of the Lost. Although Nefaria continued to plot her way off the Isle, Tallulah eventually grew out of that dream, and their relationship came to a messy end. Although the Isle’s many children had previously felt like a gang united against the kingdom of Auradon, the rift that was created when Nefaria and Tallulah split also divided the others. Rizal, Angelika, and Vladimir took Nefaria’s side, while Tallulah was joined by Desmond Hook, Fabien LeGume, and Bernadette Tremaine. While Nefaria and her allies serve as ambassadors for the Isle at King Beau’s summit, Tallulah and her gang are devising a plan of their own…

anonymous asked:

Hello. I’m a lesbian and my significant other is nonbinary. I’ve never dated a nonbinary person before, how do I make them more comfortable/loved in the relationship? Please help!

Lee says:

Every non-binary person is different, so it’s best to ask them what they’re comfortable with themselves. 

Just as a heads up, some non-binary people may be uncomfortable dating someone who is continuing to ID as a lesbian because it might make them feel like their partner sees them as a girl when they’re not, but it’s something you’d have to discuss with them.

Here are 5 things you might want to discuss:

  • Dysphoria! Ask that they share with you when they’re feeling dysphoric instead of bottling it up and keeping it to themselves, and then also ask what you could do that would help them if they experience dysphoria
  • Gendered terms! Ask what type of gendered language they’re comfortable with. Do they want to be called a significant other, a partner, a datemate, or a boyfriend or girlfriend? Do they want the relationship to be referred to as gay, straight, or queer? Do they want to be complemented with male-leaning terms like handsome, or female-leaning ones like beautiful?
  • Misgendering! Who are they out to? Are they in the closet at work, with their family, or at school? Do they want you to correct people who misgender them, or only in certain situations?
  • Sexual situations! Do they want to have sex? What kind would make them the least dysphoric? Make sure they know that you won’t pressure them into it no matter what, and they can tell you if you’re feeling dysphoric. On some days they may not be comfortable with you touching their chest/genitals etc, but they may be alright with it on another day. 
  • Gender fluidity! Do they have the same identity all the time, or does it fluctuate? If it changes, how will they convey to you the change? Will they show it in their clothing, or with an accessory, or a text? Do they want different gendered terms at different times? 

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To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand The Last Jedi. The humour is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of the jokes will go over a typical viewer’s head. There’s also Luke’s nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation- his personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realise that they’re not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike The Last Jedi truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn’t appreciate, for instance, the humour in Finn and Poe being brutalized throughout the whole movie by everyone, which itself is a cryptic reference to Turgenev’s Russian epic Fathers and Sons. I’m smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Rian Johnson’s genius wit unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools.. how I pity them. 😂

And yes, by the way, i DO have a Looper tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It’s for the ladies’ eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they’re within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid 😎

How to heal?

1. Healing is being patient with yourself. It is going easy on yourself and not constantly questioning why you feel the way you do.

2. Healing is not giving in to every desire and urge. The urge to call them up. The desire to see their pictures. The urge to eat the whole jar of nutella.  

3. Healing is being with yourself. It is acknowledging your thoughts and feelings and dealing with them rather than indulging in destructive coping mechanisms.

4. But healing is also knowing that sometimes you have to acknowledge the presence of a particular thought or feeling and then simply move on realizing that it’s a trap, it doesn’t exist, it’s not an actual problem or cause of worry but just something your insecurities and anxiety have inflated. 

5. Healing is accepting that them being happy or not honestly has nothing on your life or how happy you can be. That because they chose to leave and never looked back, there is no correlation between your lives. Them being happy without you may hurt at first but in the long run it really has no relation to your life and is definitely not a restriction to you leading a happy life too. They are doing their thing, you can do yours. 

6. Healing is not being rigid. Yes, you thought you would visit that place or watch that movie with him but now he is gone. Or you wanted to look a certain way or be a certain someone by the time you were 25. Let go of that idea. Embrace who you are now. Enjoy the beauty of that movie and place anyway. How fun is a predictable story or the spoilers of a book anyway? Enjoy the plot twists of your life. They do come with redemption. 

7. Healing is being able to enjoy the little things again. It’s not being bored with every book you read or any TV show you watch or not noticing the grin on that child’s face dirty with chocolate ice cream. Healing is being mindful again. 

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I was asked to do this many months ago, but here are all the songs of HS1, the way I see/feel them because of synaesthesia. 

Since I don’t visually see these colours, but rather feel them in my mind, it took me hours trying to visualize the colours, shades and transitions. I could spend another few hours trying to perfect them, but I’d say the gradients represent quite accurately how I see each song. Thank you @stardustsharry​ for reminding me many times to do this, because I find it very interesting to finally see in front of me what each song looks like, instead of just in my head.

Heartbeat Drives You Mad

Part Two. 

Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: little bit of violence, swearing… FLUFF. SUE ME. Also… Best friend Toni vibes. 

A/N: Alright, so I know I only just posted part one… But I was on a roll and decided why not do a second? Anyways… Happy reading! Send me asks and requests, taglists are available too! 

“Hey! Y/N!” I turned around to see Riley jogging behind me down the school hall.
“Hi,” I smiled.
“Where have you been? We tried calling you on Sunday!” Shit. I forgot our Pop’s meet up.
“Oh… Uh I had some things come up. Sorry.” I shrugged, turning to open my locker.
“Don’t tell me, it was a Serpent thing.” She rolled her eyes, I grew annoyed.
“If you don’t like them Riley, no one is forcing you to be around them.” I sighed, pulling out my english novel.
“I just don’t understand how you can be so okay with them. They’re thugs Y/N/N.” She was leaning against the adjacent locker.
“I’m okay with them because I understand them.” I bit back, closing my locker a little harshly than I intended.
Okay then.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll see you at lunch then, if you don’t jet off to the Southside.” She thought I didn’t hear that last part.

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Whatever It Takes-Part 4

This is for the “Alpha for Hire” square on my @spnabobingo card. Beta’d by the brilliant @kittenofdoomage

Part 1 (all parts are linked)    My Master List

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC)

I was engrossed in some crappy movie on Netflix when someone started pounding on my door.  “Hang on, I’m coming!” I grumble when the pounding gets louder.  It was after midnight, for god’s sake!  Who was knocking at this hour? I throw open the door, totally ready to chew someone’s ass out.  “What?” I demand, and then my mouth drops in shock.  Dean was standing there, his eyes burning, looking like he wanted to eat me alive.

“What are you doing here?” I ask quietly, drinking him in.  Something is off.  He smells different, still that apple-pie smell I find so intoxicating, but there is an underlying hint of something else, something spicier.  He’s sweating, his hair is sticking up at odd angles; there’s an unsteady sway to his posture, and I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Want you, Y/N,” he growls, his eyes focused on me like a hunter stalking his prey.  His pupils are blown completely black, without a trace of the familiar green. My heart starts pounding as I turn to shut the door. He reaches for me just as I realize what is going on.  Dean is drunk, and probably in rut as well. Shit!

“Smell so fuckin’ amazing….can’t stop thinking about you….saw you with that asshole….tried to stay away….need you so bad,” he mutters incoherently as his lips skim my neck and start sucking.

The rational part of me knows this is a huge mistake, that we are crossing a line that we can never go back from, but the Omega in me just doesn’t care.  “Dean,” I whisper hoarsely as I take his face in my hands and press my lips to his.  

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