cars and coats

I just hope for a life with unbelievable stories. Not cars, fur coats, or houses, or diamonds that shine so bright they blind pedestrians in direct sunlight. I want stories. Give me twenty-four hours broke in Paris. Give me soccer with the Roma in Slovakia. Give me tea with nomads and kings. Give me the mountains of Kabul. Tell everyone who wonders why, there is more to life than the thrill of glory.
—  Give me stories (Hannah Sofia Ghani)
Dean’s Flannel

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Summary: Flannel is a standard in the hunting world but it slowly becomes something more for Dean and the reader…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Favorite Things Challenge. My prompt was “Flannel”…


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If Ben & Sophie did a car commercial together, pt 2 (pt 1)

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 2

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family. 

Word Count: 2574

A/N: the “strong women aren’t feminine” defenders probably won’t like this chapter either, just saying.

MY MASTERLIST 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Originally posted by kairamelo

Parking in his usual space - well, what used to be usual - Jongin gets out of the car and tightly wraps his coat around his body. It has gotten so cold lately and he can’t wait until he’s let inside the house.

Quickly running up a few steps leading to the front door, he knocks on it three times and jumps around trying to get warm. No one answers him so he tries knocking a little louder, but no sound comes from the other side of the door.

An uneasy feeling grows in his stomach and Jongin decides to do something he had decided not to do again. He punches in the code of the house and quickly opens the door to get in.

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Britt Ekland sitting on the Mini her husband Peter Sellers bought for her birthday, at the Radford Motor Company showroom, Hammersmith, London, 7th October 1965. (Photo by David Cairns)

Every king has a secret - Sherlock x reader/Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by damnmuse

AN: It’s good to be back

Summary: Moriarty had the reader pose as Sherlock’s girlfriend, only for Moriarty to reveal the truth. (I know Irene was sort of used in the way to hurt Sherlock but lets just pretend she doesn't exist for the purpose of this imagine)

Word count: 1,691

Warnings: None

“Sherlock, you can’t just run off like this!” You slammed your hand across the door way to stop Sherlock from darting out of the flat.

“Honestly (Y/n), is now any time for a domestic?” Sherlock asked, tugging his coat on.

“William Sherlock Holmes, you don’t even know who this man is and what he can do to you.” You had to put your foot down. Sherlock was such a child sometimes. He was always so reckless and didn’t care for risks.

“And you do?” Sherlock cocked his eyebrows at you. You dropped your arm with a sigh and folded them across your chest. He had no idea.

“Please just be careful.” You pleaded. Sherlock winked at you before darting from the flat and on his way to the pool where he would meet Jim Moriarty for the first time.

You had only known Sherlock for a little over a month, you had met on a case and Sherlock took a liking to you straight away for some odd reason as both Lestrade and John were shocked.

You had kind of stuck by Sherlock and John’s side ever since.

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REASONS WHY CARLOS IS AN ACTUAL CINNAMON ROLL THAT MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS:

-He’s a nerd

-He calls himself a nerd

-He loves school, and isn’t afraid to tell everyone that he does

-He has a cat that he got when he was four or five, which he calls his “evil sidekick”

-He poked a hole in the barrier for a few seconds, just because he wanted more T.V shows

-He has an abusive mom, yet he still smiles

-Carlos is the techie of the group

-Carlos is easily scared

-Carlos is easily flustered

-Carlos is easily adorable

-His mother loves her car and fur coats more than she loves her own son

-He never had a proper, warm bed (let alone room) until he got to Auradon

-He got so excited when he got his first pillow

-Carlos is basically his mom’s slave

-Plus he got bullied at school too

-After befriending Dude, he carried him everywhere and loved him

-Something about Jay laughing with him made his heart warm

-HE’S NOT EVEN EVIL

-HE HAS HIS OWN LITTLE TREEHOUSE

-SOMETIMES, HE LOOKS SO SAD

-AND IT MAKES YOU JUST WANT TO REACH THROUGH THE SCREEN

-AND HUG HIM

-AND TELL HIM EVERYTHING’S GOING TO BE FINE

-Oh, and he loves his boyfriend Jay

anonymous asked:

I have a prompt for you if you're taking them! In 5x02 what if instead of Rebecca Fog it was a man, and the whole situation that Castle got in to with her somehow happened to Beckett instead with their roles reversed? And Castle walked in on a man on top of Beckett?? I'd love to see how Castle would react!

“How could you agree to a date with that stupid weatherman,” Castle hisses, striding out of the news station on her heels. “Rainer Shine? What kind of name is that?”

“He wasn’t so stupid when he was interviewing you on TV,” she tosses back over her shoulder, fishing her car keys from her coat pocket and unlocking her cruiser. “And he caught me off guard. I didn’t know what else to say.”

“Uh, how about no?” he grumbles, his frown falling into a pout as they venture through the parking garage together and Beckett huffs.

“When he asked me if I was seeing someone, I just panicked, okay?” she defends, still hating the look that had flashed across her partner’s face when the weatherman gunning to take their victim’s place on the station had walked off the set with Castle after their on air interview and promptly inquired about her status. “And after what Miles said when we interviewed him about coworkers dating and secret workplace romances and imploding, I just-”

“Beckett, that’s not going to happen with us,” he argues, catching her hand before she can curl her fingers around the car door handle. “We’re not going to drown in any lies. And you - you just ensured that by taking the date.”

Kate purses her lips and glances up at him, the strained smile he’s attempting to hold for her, and sighs, shakes off his hand so she can touch her fingers to his jaw in the darkness of the parking garage.

“Will you come over afterwards?” she murmurs, painting her thumb to his chin, relief skittering through her chest when he grins.

“Of course. Text me as soon as it’s done and I’ll be on my way.”

She drifts forward in her heels to brush a kiss to his mouth, to steal a moment in the shadows before they head back into a reality where he’s still her writer, she’s his muse, but they aren’t together. 

And something about that continues to make her stomach churn.

-

Beckett isn’t exactly comfortable with Randall (Rainer Shine’s actual name) coming over to her apartment after their somewhat uncomfortable dinner at the fancy restaurant uptown, but he insists on walking her to her door, and then sharing a glass of wine, and she’s just desperate to ditch the guy so her actual boyfriend can come over.

“You know, Miles told me he was convinced that you and that Castle guy were together,” Randall muses, his green eyes scanning over her bookshelves while she reluctantly pours two glasses of wine in the kitchen. “And Rick is a cool guy, I’ve interviewed him a handful of times on the red carpet.”

“Yeah?” Beckett answers, placing the bottle back on the countertop. 

“Obviously not very smart, though,” he chuckles, sauntering into the kitchen to stand beside her. “How long have you guys been working together? Years? And he never made a move?”

“Well-”

“Quite the idiot, if you ask me,” Randall smirks, reaching out to graze his knuckles down Kate’s arm. 

She’s wearing a simple black dress, pretty enough to be formal, not special enough for her to feel like it was being wasted on the wrong man, but the sleeveless piece has her wishing she’d gone with something more matronly now.

Kate shrugs him off and holds out his wine instead. “How about we sit? I’d love to hear more about your transition from entertainment to meteorology.”

“Ah, well, I’ve always had a passion for the weather,” Randall begins, following her to take a seat on the sofa, a little too close for comfort, but the further Kate scoots away, the closer he gets. “But I wanted to explore all of my options.” 

She nods around a sip of her wine, withdraws her phone from her clutch on the coffee table while Randall continues. 

“And pop culture reporters can be found anywhere these days, a good meteorologist? Much more valuable. And after years interviewing celebrities, this new opening to do the weather was just too good to refuse.”

“Makes sense,” Beckett mumbles, checking for any updates on the case, withholding her smile at the goofy messages Castle’s been sending her all night. 

She begins to type out a reply when Randall’s arm drapes across the head of the couch, his fingers dusting at her neck.

“Detective, am I boring you?”

Kate glances up from her phone, tries not to roll her eyes at the man staring back at her with a lazy grin. He was good looking, built and born with a killer smile, she wouldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t her type.

And these days, no one but the blue eyed writer with the crooked smile fit her criteria anyway.

“No, I was just making sure the precinct hadn’t-”

Randall reaches for her phone, causes her thumb to slip when she has to tighten her grip to stop him from slipping the device from her fingers. 

“I’d kill for your full attention,” he states with a wink, releasing the phone, but stealing her other hand. “Besides, didn’t you take the night off for our date?”

“Yeah, which I’m starting to regret,” she mutters, yanking her hand from his grasp, but it only falls to her knee and Kate squares her jaw. “I actually think you should go.”

-

The sight of her photo illuminating the screen of his phone has his heart exalting in relief and Castle tightens his grip on the bouquet of flowers in his grasp, swipes his thumb over the device to answer her call. 

He’s been waiting around on her block for the last half hour, wandering around Tribeca and growing more anxious the later the night became, but he starts towards her place now with a spring in his step.

“Hey Beckett, has your disaster date finally come to a close?” he greets, waiting for her reply, but instead, he hears nothing.

Nothing but muffled voices, a brewing argument, and he hastens his pace down the sidewalk.

“Kate?” he tries again, still receiving no answer. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to share the dessert we brought back from the restaurant first?” He can hear the weatherman, Rainer Shine, attempting to coax. “I’d hate for this night to end so prematurely.”

“No, thank you,” the clipped response of Beckett’s voice fills his ear next, the rustling sound of movement following, the telltale click of her heels. “I think it’s best I show you out.”

“Aww, are you sure, beautiful?” the other man sighs. “Tell me I can’t change your mind.”

Her apartment comes into view and Castle ups his speed to a jog, dodging other pedestrians and a speeding car to reach her security door. He uses the key she had given him to shove the door open and takes the stairs to her floor so he won’t lose service in the elevator.

“You can’t,” Kate answers flatly.

“Oh, come on,” the other man pushes. “I hate being told no.”

Rick grits his teeth, tries not to crush the flowers in his fist.

“Well, get used to it. Hey, let me go-”

He can hear the shift of furniture, the stumble of Kate’s heels and the protest in her voice, and Castle’s blood boils just in time to overflow as he reaches her door. He doesn’t hesitate, finding it unlocked when he tries the handle and stumbling into her apartment, his gaze snapping to the living room and the man pinning his girlfriend on the sofa.

“Kate!”

“Rick Castle? What are you doing here?” Randall questions, glancing up in surprise from the couch, where he’s straddled over Beckett.

Who promptly knees him in the groin.

Randall yelps and collapses sideways and Castle rushes into the living room, reaches for Kate’s hand as she sits up, her cheeks flushed with rage and her eyes dangerously dark.

“Kate? Hey, are you okay?” he murmurs, cupping her shoulders in his palms, feeling her bones tremble beneath his hands even as she nods, rakes her fingers through her hair to pull it together.

“Was that really necessary?” Randall huffs, pushing himself up from the sofa, and Castle releases Beckett, inserting himself between her and the other man. “And hey, what are you-”

“Castle!” Beckett hisses when Rick connects his fist to the other man’s jaw, sending him spiraling back down to the floor.

“It was necessary,” he growls, not resisting the tug of Kate’s hand on his arm, following her into the kitchen while Randall remains groaning on the floor. 

“Why is he in your apartment?”

“How did you know to come here?”

They both pause and Kate sighs, glances back to the living room.

“I didn’t want him here, but he walked me up after dinner and then wanted to talk and wouldn’t leave,” she grumbles, returning her gaze to him with an arch of her brow. “Your turn.”

“You must have butt-dialed me,” Castle explains, nodding to her phone, tossed on the floor of her living room now. “I got a call from you, but when I answered it, all I could hear was you telling him to leave. And him not complying.”

Kate takes a step closer, narrows her eyes on him. “How did you get here so fast?”

“Well, I - may have been… nearby,” he hedges, unable to quell the desire to place his hands on her waist, feel the bones of her hips through the fitted fabric of her dress. “I’m glad I was, though.”

“He wasn’t going to get any farther than he did,” she assures him, snagging her fingers in the edges of his jacket. “Trust me.”

They both turn towards the sound of rustling near the couch, Randall heaving himself up from the ground. 

“I’m just going to go now,” he states, wincing as he limps through a few steps towards the door. “Sorry if I got the wrong idea, Detective Beckett.”

Kate doesn’t answer, glaring at the man throughout his entire stagger towards the door, making him look like a cowering fool as he finally shuffles through it and out into the hall. 

“You could press charges,” Castle murmurs as soon as Randall is gone, tightening his hands on her hips, the image of her pinned beneath another man without her consent reigniting the fire in his blood. “Assault. Harassment. Something.”

“I’m considering it,” she sighs, drifting forward and dropping her head to his chest. “I’ll think about it more in the morning. But you know our cover may be blown, right?”

Castle shakes his head and lifts his hands from her waist, wraps his arms around her body and holds her close. “After tonight, I honestly don’t care. We’ll figure something out, hopefully be able to keep working together, but I don’t want to see other people.”

“Me neither.” Her head lifts from his chest and she musters a small smile for him. “Will you stay?”

“I had no intentions of leaving unless you told me to,” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles between her shoulder blades, attempting to soothe the tension that resides there. “You should run a bath, relax for the night. I’ll straighten up out here.”

Her lips quirk as she nods, leans in to dust a kiss to his mouth. 

“I’ll run the bath, you can straighten up, but I’d prefer to relax together.”

Castle grins and nudges his nose to her cheek. “Date night is saved.”

The sound of her chuckle is soft, the apple of her cheek rising to touch his lips, and Kate squeezes his hips before letting go, drifting out of his arms and stepping out of her heels.

“Meet me in the tub, Castle.”

The Sweetness Of His Scent (Edward Nygma x Reader) - Fluff

Originally posted by seriousasajoke

Anon asked: Okay, Eddie comes home to find the reader in a old sweater of his, and fuzzy socks watching a movie wrapped up in a blanket. When he asks them what they are doing they reply with something like “I’m getting in the fall mood.“ 

-Gender Neutral-

Warnings: None, just a lot of fluff.

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