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February 2, 1996 - “This sure beats the hell out of algebra, doesn’t it?” 14-year-old Barry Loukaitis enters his Frontier Junior High School algebra class armed with a .22 revolver, .25 semiautomatic pistol, and 30/30 lever-action rifle with 3 belts of ammo and more strapped to his chest. He then shot students Manuel Vela, Arnold Fritz, and Natalie Hintz. Teacher Leona Cairnes was shot in the back. Another teacher, Jonathan Lane, entered the room and attempted to calm the situation, allowed to help a few out of the room. Loukaitis organized the students in the back of the class as police talked to him through the door. He then instructed Lane to put the end of the rifle in his mouth, covered with a black plastic bag. Lane grabbed the gun and pushed Loukaitis against the wall, restraining him as the students escaped and police entered to make an arrest.

Deceased:
Manuel Vela
Arnold Fritz
Leona Cairnes

Injured:
Natalie Hintz

A True Gentleman

Note: I hope you like this! I don’t get a lot of gentleman!Bucky requests so I really liked writing this! .c

Request: May I request one where you invite a close friend over but he is really rude and vulgar and rough and Bucky the gentleman that he is doesn’t like it 

Originally posted by caps-bucky



Your friend Isaac was not on Bucky’s ‘People I Like’ list. You understood why, you couldn’t deny that. Isaac was more on the outspoken and pretty gross side. It didn’t bother you too much since you’ve known him for so long. You were used to how he was. But Bucky was a different story.

You had been gone almost all day with Isaac, meeting for brunch and strolling around your favorite parts of the city. He was your only friend that you kept up with after you joined the Avengers, because he and his family took you in so many years ago. He was like your older brother, almost. And he came with the annoying qualities.

Isaac was laughing as he told you about his one night stand last night and you grimaced at the experience he was describing. You walked into the common room after the elevator came to a stop. Not noticing Bucky sitting on the couch, you kept your ears open and your eyes focused on Isaac.

“I mean, she wanted me to eat her ass! I just couldn’t do that!” He laughed loudly, holding his stomach. You made a sound of disgust and Bucky did the same from the couch. “Seriously? You’re speaking to a lady like that?” Bucky snapped, turning his head around to look at you two.

Isaac shrugged and looked down at you with raised eyebrows. “Does it bother you, Y/N?” He asked, a little chuckle in his voice. You laughed softly and shifted your weight onto your other foot. “N-not really? It just sounds pretty nasty.” You spoke quietly, tucking your hair behind your ear. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you.

Isaac started to continue his story, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “Oof!” You huffed out from the sudden heavy grip, almost tripping over your feet as Isaac tugged you along to the couches. Bucky watched you closely and readied himself to help you until you sat down. He kept his eyes on you and you sighed against Isaac. He was always a little rough.

“So, after she left, her thong was in my back pocket. I still have it and I mean, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” Isaac laughed, his body bouncing against your side as he watched you groan and laugh. “Isaac!” You shouted, shoving him. Bucky shook his head. “That’s disgusting!” He shouted, gripping the remote in his flesh hand. It’d be a total mess if he were to hold it in his metal one.

Isaac’s head shot towards Bucky and he chuckled, tightening his arm around your shoulders absentmindedly. “Bro, it’s all good.” He shrugged nonchalantly, clearly un-bothered about what he was saying. He thought it was normal but Bucky thought it was vulgar, the way he spoke about women.

“How can you just sit there and speak like that about a woman, in front of a woman?” Bucky questioned in disbelief, sitting up in his seat. His eyebrows were creased together and you could tell this conversation would end with Isaac on the floor and Bucky’s fist pounding his face in. “Bucky.” You said softly. He sighed heavily and shook his head again.

You sat up and Isaac watched you, a smirk on his face. “While I can just barely tolerate this…weirdness. I need some water. Want some?” You asked, standing to your feet. Isaac’s eyes trailed over your body and he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth. “Nah, I’m good, sweet cheeks.” He said with a smirk. Bucky watched him with a clenched jaw and he could rip his head off at the look Isaac was giving you. 

You shrugged and turned to Bucky, not noticing Isaac checking you out behind you. Bucky did and you had to snap your fingers and call his name a little louder to get him to look at you. “Water?” You smiled, seeing Bucky’s metal hand clenching. “Are you okay?” You asked quietly, pointing at his hand. 

Bucky un-clenched his fist and looked up at you. “I’m alright, thanks Y/N.” He grumbled, looking back at Isaac, who was still looking at your ass behind you. You left with a small shrug and made your way to the kitchen. Back in the common room, Bucky was staring Isaac down. 

Isaac looked over at Bucky and chuckled. “Man, her ass is great. I’d gladly eat hers. Any other girl, hell no. But Y/N? God, I’d fucking do anything she wanted.” Isaac said, biting his lip as he thought about you. Bucky growled low in his chest and shot up from his seat. That did it. 

“This is the last fucking time you’ll speak about Y/N, or any woman like they’re a piece of meat! It’s disgusting! I want you out!” Bucky shouted angrily, pointing his finger towards the elevator. Isaac scoffed and stood to his feet. “Chill, man!” He said with creased eyebrows. “It’s just a joke.” He shrugged.

Before they could continue, you walked in. “What’s going on? I heard yelling.” You frowned, holding your water in your hand. Bucky turned to face you before looking back at Isaac. “Care to explain?” He asked, crossing his arms. You looked between them, clearly confused.

When Isaac stayed quiet, Bucky scoffed. “Unbelievable. Get out before I lose it.” Bucky took a step towards Isaac and you rushed over to Bucky, holding him back. “Hey! Hey, no, that will not happen. What is going on?” You asked again keeping your hand on Buck’y abdomen so he wouldn’t try to attack your friend. Isaac rushed out of the room before you could turn to him and you heard the elevator open and close shortly after.

You sighed and looked up at Bucky. “Why did he leave? Why are you so angry?” You asked, crossing your arms like Bucky. He let his arms fall and immediately calmed after looking into your eyes. “He’s rude. He talks about women in such a demeaning way! I don’t like it.” Bucky sighed, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe how men acted these days.

You sat down on the couch and Bucky joined you. “That’s just how he is. It’s made me uncomfortable before, but I’m used to it, I guess.” You shrugged, looking down at your hands in your lap. “He said some nasty things about you too, Y/N. I just couldn’t sit here and listen.” Bucky said, resting his hand on your knee.

A sigh fell from your lips and you put your hand on top of Bucky’s. “You’re a true gentleman, huh?” You joked, trying to lighten the mood as you giggled. Bucky chuckled softly, nodding his head. “Yeah, I am. Every guy should treat women with respect. Saying he wanted to eat your ass is not respectful.” Bucky said, feeling his stomach churn with the thought.

You gasped and your cheeks turned red. “He said what!?” You squealed, nearly gagging. Bucky looked at you apologetically. “I’m sorry.” Bucky said, squeezing your knee. You sighed and leaned against Bucky. “Isaac is just…Isaac.” You whispered, feeling Bucky hold you closer. “Isaac is a disgusting pig.” You laughed softly and looked up at Bucky. 

“I’m glad you’re a gentleman, Buck.” You said with a smile. Bucky tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and looked into your eyes. “Thanks, Doll.” You blushed a little and rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe he kept her thong, though.” You said quietly. Bucky groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he gagged.

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The Way You Said “I Love You”

Prompt: A whisper in the ear

Pair: Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader

Warnings: slightly NSFW (oops, nothing graphic though!)

Word Count: 671 (it’s short but oh well) 

A/N: This sucks, I am sorry, but enjoy!


You weren’t one to show feelings towards another.  Yet, here you were, stumbling into your apartment in the busy city of New York, lips locked with his as the two of you gasped for breath.  You felt his body push against yours as he led you to the made bed in the center of the room before pinning you down against the mattress.

You were surprised at how much three weeks would make you crave him.  

You sighed as his lips trailed from the edges of your swollen lips to the nape of your neck.  His movements made you arch your back up against his chest, your moans being the only coherent sound echoing throughout the room.  You entangled your fingers into his hair before asking, “How was your trip?”  

“You know, the usual,” he said between kisses, “getting shot at, then saving the day.”

You laughed slightly before placing your hand on his cheek prompting him to look up at you, “My hero,” you whispered while staring into his dull and sleep deprived eyes.  

“So what did you do while I was gone?” he asked as he resumed placing light kisses on your neck.  

“You know, the usual,” you repeated.

“Which is?”

You felt his fingers slip under the fabric of your shirt signaling you to remove the piece of clothing.  “Stopped a robbery,” you said against his lips.

You began to unbutton his shirt you had given him for your one year anniversary careful not to ruin the stitches.  In one fluid motion, he slipped off his shirt revealing his toned chest.  

“While getting shot at, then saving the day,” you finished.  

You felt him smile against your lips before he muttered, “That’s my girl.”

You lightly traced his scars which decorated his torso, the ones you had helped clean up and patch due to his clumsiness.  You entangled your fingers in his hair once more gazing into his eyes.  You felt his arms wrap around your torso, the two of you resting in a comfortable silence.  

“How’s Steve?” you asked.  

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together.  “You know, I’d rather not talk about my best friend while we are in bed,” he paused, “half naked.”  

You giggled slightly before replying, “You’ve got a point.”

A silence lingered over the two of you once more as the both of you continued to converse about the business you both attended to for the past three weeks while exchanging sloppy kisses.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he lightly outlined your figure with the pads of his rough and calloused fingers.

You shivered under his touch as he continued to place light kisses down the valley of your breasts and down your stomach.  Your mouth gaped open as the night continued, the room being filled with steamy breaths and loud moans.  

You never thought you would feel this way especially with another individual.  The warmth in your chest every time he whispers sweet little nothings in your ear or the heat which imprinted itself on your cheeks every time he complimented you were things you were unfamiliar with.  

As the sun began to show itself through the window, you woke.  The two of your bodies tangled with each other, the bed sheets splayed messily over the two of you.  You looked over your shoulder and noticed that Bucky was still asleep.  You smiled and slowly moved your body closer to his wrapping your arms around his torso.  You looked down at his sleeping body silently analyzing his features, the way his hair lay neatly across his face and pillow, the way his mouth laid slightly open, the way his chest rose up and down slowly in a soothing rhythm.  

The three words you have wanted to say to him tugged at your heart, you were afraid even though you had no reason to.  You looked at him once more just to be sure that he was asleep before you leaned up to his ear and whispered, “I love you.”  

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rangergirl3  asked:

Team all protective over hurt Keith? :D

nice yup got it I’m on it


Since his scrap with Zarkon, the team had started to treat Keith differently.

He’d always been their frontline brawler, their scrapper, the quickest to escalate a situation into violence when violence was called for. It didn’t mean he enjoyed it. He was just good at it. He was just practical: this was war, and he knew what war sometimes required.

The difference was, after fighting Zarkon, the team started to believe that if Zarkon couldn’t take him down, then nothing could.

The difference was, Keith started to believe it a little, too. 

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Warm

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1,790

Request: Yes!  Leave requests here

Warnings: none

Summary:   Anon requested: Spencer imagine where the reader (and team) has to save Spencer after he gets captured by the unsub and he is seriously injured when they save him? Fluff? Thanks!

Originally posted by thatdewdlesperson

“Garcia we need a location,” Hotch demanded again.  His FBI vest was already strapped on tightly.  He was ready to find Reid.

“I-I’m trying my hardest sir,” Penelope stuttered in panic.  Tears were rolling down her cheeks in agony of not knowing where her boy wonder was.

But you felt the worst of everyone.  Not only was Spencer your boyfriend, but you felt as if it was your fault he had been taken by the unsub.  You were supposed to keep a close eye on him and now he was gone, probably being tortured somewhere unknown.

“The phone he was using must’ve been destroyed because it’s signal is completely gone, I can’t even see which towers it’s been near,” Garcia said.  Her finger were typing furiously at the keyboard.  

You thought back to the phone conversation Hotch had with the unsub.  He told you all something you knew was important, but all you could think about at the time was making sure Spencer was okay, so your mind tuned out the deep hollow sound of his voice.

Suddenly, Hotch’s phone began to ring for the third time that night.  He looked over at you, seeing the pain evident in your eyes and decided to answer, setting the phone on the table and putting it on speaker without saying a word.

“How’s my friend Aaron Hotchner doing?” the unsub said.

Hotchner nodded his head at you, signalling you to speak.  You wiped furiously at your tears and steadied your voice, knowing you didn’t want to show this scumbag any kind of fear.

“Tell me where you are,” you said in a stern tone.  

“Well, well, looks like we have a feisty one.  If you’re smart, young lady, you will let me speak to Aaron.”

“I will let you speak to him as soon as you tell me where you are,” you replied.  There were still tears pouring from your eyes, but your voice remained elevated, not giving away your broken demeanor.  You looked at Penelope, who was working to get any sort of signal on the new phone number.  She was good at her job, all you needed to do was buy her time.

“You must be Y/N.”  He dragged out your name, giving it an eerie emphasis.  You channeled your inner Spencer and tried to recall what it was the unsub had said to Hotch on their previous phone call.  As your mind raced, he continued to speak.  “I know all about you.  Yes, the youngest member of the BAU, moved in from Utah, what, seven years ago?  You used to work as a lawyer but moved up to the FBI to follow in your father’s footsteps since he died in action.”

His words were supposed to hurt, but you felt nothing but the sudden feeling of realization.  He knew too much about you, there was no doubt on who you were speaking to.

“Richard Barkley,” you said.  That name haunted you forever, and this unsub didn’t match his M.O.  But with the way the unsub stopped talking, you knew you were right.  “Richard.  Barkley,” you repeated, putting emphasis on his name.

“Well done, my dove,” the voice said on the line.  You looked over at Penelope, who stopped looking for the phone signal.  Instead, she pulled up his address, but you knew that he wasn’t there.  “I guess you’re smarter than I thought, but I just don’t think you’re smart enough.”

“’I just love to sit here in the Spring’,” you said, repeating the words you’d heard him say over the phone earlier. “’The sight is lovely, don’t you think, Dr. Reid?  Quite the sight indeed’,” you finished, hanging up the phone without hesitation.  “I know where Spence is,” you said while rushing out the door, the rest of the team close behind you.


You knew you had to move fast.  Richard wasn’t one to hesitate, and you knew you would die thinking about what he might do to Spencer.

Police cars were already surrounding the gazebo, and as soon as the SUV you were in pulled up, you were out of your seat and running to the steps.

“It’s underneath it somewhere,” you told the team.  Suddenly, gunshots rang out from below the ground, and Morgan was running to a hidden door, opening it and running down the steps.  Prentiss, you, and Hotch followed close behind, guns up and ready to take fire if necessary. 

Once you were on the hard floor of the cellar, you saw Spencer’s lifeless body in the corner, a pool of blood underneath him, pouring from his chest.  Another shot rang out, followed by a few more, but you didn’t care.  You ran to Spencer feeling every inch of you collapse at the sight.

When you reached him, you held his face so gently as if one wrong move, he would break.

“We need paramedics, now!” Rossi yelled, kneeling beside you.  You had no clue when he showed up.  “Y/N, he is alive, okay?  He’s breathing.”

The sounds around you drowned out as your heart ached for your boyfriend.  Your tears began to mix with the blood on his shirt.

“Spencer, please oh my god,” you started to say as the paramedics kneeled next to you and Hotch tried to pull you away, but you kicked and screamed trying to escape his grasp.  

“Y/N stop!” he yelled, tightening his grip on you.

“Clear,” you heard a medic say, and Spencer’s body jolted.

“Please!” you screamed, still struggling against Hotch.  The room was spinning.

“Y/N!” Morgan shouted, helping Hotch hold you.

“We need to get him out of here,” one of the medics said, laying out the stretcher. 

You finally stopped struggling and fell into your boss’s arms, your legs completely failing you.  As you sobbed into his chest, you saw JJ and Emily crying in the corner while Rossi talked to the medics.

Your world felt like it was slowly falling apart.


Spencer was in surgery for almost two hours, and your foot didn’t stop bouncing the entire time.  Emily sat next to you, holding your hand.  Morgan was out of his seat for the millionth time, pacing again.  Hotch was behind you, holding firmly onto your shoulders to keep you from trying to get up anymore.  Rossi was sitting across from you, reading a magazine.  JJ was sitting with Henry and trying to explain to Will what happened without breaking down.  Penelope was on the other side of you, crying just as hard as you were.

They were all scared about Spencer, but they were mostly scared about you.

“Dr. Spencer Reid?” you all heard from the door.  Morgan was the first to the doctor, followed by everyone else.

“Tell me you’ve got some food news,” he said to him.

“I do.  Your agent lost a lot of blood, but the bullet was only about an inch deep.  We were able to get it out without losing much more blood.  He’s in recovery, but he may not wake up for another hour or so.  The receptionist will give you the room number.”

The amount of relief you felt was overwhelming, enough to knock you off your feet once again, causing you to fall back into your chair.

“Thank you,” Hotch said to the doctor.  He turned back to you and watched as you ran your hands through your hair.  Your eye were bloodshot and your nose was runny, and he couldn’t help but wonder what you would’ve looked like if things ended up differently.

“How about you stay here overnight?” he asked you.  You just nodded knowing you wanted to be the one to see him when he woke up.  Morgan, Garcia, Prentiss, JJ, Will, and Henry all made their way to Spencer’s room while you sat.  Rossi sat next to you, not really wanting to take you out of his sight.

“Why don’t you go with them?  I’ll go when she does,” he told Hotch.  Hotch nodded and walked towards the elevator to catch up with the rest of them.

“I love him,” you suddenly admitted.  It wasn’t a secret or anything but it was all you could think to say.

“I know,” was all Rossi replied.

“Barkley killed my dad,” you said.

“Barkley is dead.”

“He’s had it out for me ever since he went to prison.  I was the one who put him behind bars,” you said.  All this information was old news to Rossi.

“Richard Barkley is dead, y/n,” he repeated.

“He changed his M.O. to throw us off,” you replied.

“He’s dead.”  Hearing him repeat it over and over again was reassuring.

“I love Spencer so damn much,” you said again, another tear making its way down your cheek.

“I know,” he repeated again.  


An hour and a half later, it was Henry’s bedtime, so JJ and Will left to get him home.  The rest of the team aside from Rossi decided to call it a night as well.

“You can go home, you know,” you told him while reading a book next to Spencer’s bed.

“I think I’ll stay here a bit longer.  I’ll be in the lobby.  Take care of her, Spence,” he said, causing you to look up immediately hearing your boyfriend shuffle beside you.

“Oh my god, Spencer,” you practically shouted.  His eyes fluttered open, a warm smile appearing on his face.  Careful not to hurt him, you gave him a hug.  “Babe,” you breathed.

“You know, our plant at home is gonna die,” he said, causing you to crack a smile.

“I’m so happy you’re okay,” you told him, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“I’ve been shot before.  I guess I’m just used to it by now,” he said.

You two sat, watching each other.  His eyes were full of light looking into yours and you felt your heart flutter at the thought of how much you loved this man.  He was your lifeline.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” you said, a single tear falling from your eye.  He reached up to brush the tear away with his thumb, holding your face so tenderly as if you were the one who had been shot and he didn’t want to break you.

“I love you y/n,” he replied, continuing to brush his thumb against your cheek.

“I love you, too Spencer,” you replied.  You grabbed his hand and leaned in to press your lips against his.  

You spent the rest of the night reading your book to Spencer and sharing sweet kisses every now and then, attempting to make up for the time he was asleep.  You truly felt so warm in his presence, and you know you would do anything for him, and he for you.

“At least we’re not stuck with Hillary, she would have been just as bad!”

Shut the fuck up, no she would not have. Y'all so damn worried over a bunch of emails that you fail to realize that Hillary is actually much more qualified to be president than Trump ever could be.

You let an inexperienced, misogynistic, racist, ableist businessman take over our country over someone who’s been working in politics for over thirty years.

Enough with the bullshit excuses and just admit you didn’t vote for Hillary because you didn’t want a woman in charge of America.

Laser Tag/Stiles Stilinski Fluff

Originally posted by martabuzz

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Could you do a Stiles fluff where you go to laser tag and beat everyone?

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Infatuation

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2128

Request/Summary: It’s your turn to show the bullies from high school you were successful in the love department, but there was a mild problem, you were single. (Fake Dating AU)

Warnings: angsttttt, cussing, should be it

Tagging: @serkewen12 @ariadne1004 @merrahonthawall @bethbat @deltablue202 @blueco16 @alienxsara @bad-hatter @mersers-moonypadfoot-prongs @gonnamurderyou

A/N- Finally got it done! This is the last part of the Restraint series! I hope you like it. Special thanks to @angry-and-yandere for helping me out.

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“Hey yo Diggs, is there any chance you could come to a dinner thing with me? Somehow my mom figured out we were ‘together’ and wanted me to bring you…”

“Ye-” Stupid. Daveed remembered. Stupid. He went silent,

“Daveed?” You asked after a few moments of quiet.

“You know what, sorry Y/N, I can’t.” He held his breath, “Sorry.”

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One’s Promised [Part 1]

Description: Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier. 

Pairing: Bucky x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 5,758

The first time Y/N met The Winter Soldier, it had been a terrible mistake. Her dad, Alexander Pierce, had sent him on a mission. Pierce thought his daughter and wife would be out of town for at least a week. But their flight got canceled and Y/N’s mother was too exhausted by the idea of rearranging all of their travel plans.

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Lance Kirklin survived a total of five gunshots fired onto him, including one on the face in pointblank range.Kirklin was exiting through the west exit of Columbine high school with two friends Daniel Rohrbough and Sean Graves, both aged 15 on their way to Smoker’s Pit (Leewood Park) across the road from the school where the smokers would go. Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold walked up to them and at about 12 feet away, began firing at Kirklin and his friends. First hit was Rohrbough killing him instantly. Kirklin tried catching him as he fell but was shot in the foot, right leg and chest himself. Graves was shot at but was able to make it to the cafeteria entrance before getting shot again in the back, paralyzing his lower body. Lance is still alive today and still lives in Colorado.

Morning After

Requested by: @dmxlover2968

Scenario: a fluffy and smutty g dragon where it’s the morning after their wedding
A/N: I’m not sure how well this turned out, I’m so up in the air about it, but I sincerely hope that you enjoy this.
Genre: G-Dragon x Reader
Words: 3201

Disclaimer: The gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners.

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s3 teaser musings

“I’ll find you. I promise.”

- My first impressions of the VO was that it sounded slightly different from the finale, which made me think he[Sam] redid the speech for the trailer AND that’s probably how Claire will remember how it sounded all those years later. 


My fave bit of the 40secs has got to be Jamie at Ellen’s Tower! Not only do I love the fact that we get to *see* this bit that Jamie had alluded to in the books, but also, A+ sculpted chest shot. Lordy…


Glad to see the magically reappearing pearls again! (Would have really loved at least some mention of them in s2, but, oh well…)


Anyone who knows me by now knows my love for LOST is infinite, and this shot of him waking up is pretty much how I’d envisioned it to be!


CLAIRE AND JOE! Finally a glimpse of him! The look on her face tho. GAH!


I know a lot have speculated that this is Willie, I’m undecided, coz I feel it could be one of Jenny’s kids, perhaps saying goodbye as Jamie readies to leave for Ardsmuir. But it also could be Willie before Jamie leaves Helwater and/or after the fog incident. 


LOVE seeing proud Mama!Claire! Just LOVE seeing Mama!Claire, period <3


This is probs my cinematic fave shot of the whole teaser tbh! Very Maximus Decimus Meridius lol

Just the way Jamie’s fingers brushes the flowers, the dejected, hopeless look on his face. Can’t help but think this could possibly be after he doesn’t find Claire at Ellen’s Tower (he looks wet and that coat is beyond tattered!), and those flowers are his way of touching Claire, flowers/herbs etc were such an intrinsic part of her that will always remind him of everything about her, down to how she smelled.

I’m probably wrong on all counts (as usual) but looking forward to seeing what is and what isn’t.

Staffing Issues

Also on AO3
This is a loose continuation from Model Predator (I think something needs to happen in between, though).  I’ll be back to the Something Familiar story-line with the next one.


“Got everything?” Chat asked, hefting a duffel bag to his shoulder.

Marinette settled the straps of her backpack, taking the time to fasten the chest strap and hip belt.  "Are you sure about lugging everything to… where are we going again?“

Chat beamed at her, excited to see her expression when they got there.  "I found the perfect place for the next batch of photos.  You’ll love it.”  She didn’t need to know that he found it by doing a photoshoot there in his civilian identity.

“Let me guess,” she said, rolling her brilliant blue eyes in an exaggerated fashion.  "It’s a surprise.“

"You know me so well!”  That pleased him, too.  Marinette was one of the sweetest kindest people he knew, and to realize that she cared enough to really get to know Chat made his chest all warm.  He tamped down on the emotion before it could manifest as a purr that he didn’t want to have to explain.  All his visits with her had been the highlight of his summer so far, and he really didn’t want to have to look too closely at his motivations.

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He Didn’t Say Pie

Summary: All Y/N wanted to do was lay back, relax, maybe even watch some Netflix; however, when a shifter accidentally gets into the bunker, she finds out she may need a bit of help from her brothers.
She just hopes she can tell the real Winchester from the fake.
Word Count: 1936
Warnings: mild gore, some swearing (flashbacks are in italics)
A/N: ehhh not my proudest work but it was one of my ideas so I figured why the hell not??
ALSO my dudes requests are open so feel free to hmu and I’ll try to spit out some stuff and see what happens;)




Gun drawn, Y/N stalked silently through the bunker halls. The boys were out hunting, so it wasn’t like she had backup. She was on her own. Y/N took in a deep breath as she leant outside the kitchen entrance, listening to the sounds of someone moving around. Hopefully, when her brothers came back, she’d be alive.

As long as they didn’t shoot her first.


Earlier


Y/N plopped onto Sam’s bed as she logged into her Netflix account. She chose to stay back from the hunt this time- needing some “lady time,” as Dean had put it- due to still being sore from the last one. Ghouls were stronger than she’d initially thought.

Sam and Dean had left two days ago, helping out another hunter with a demon problem the next town over. Nothing too big, so Y/N had figured that she could let them take it over. They’d be fine.

She was about to click the next episode of How to Get Away with Murder when the sound of the door slamming shut resounded throughout the bunker. Frowning, she checked her phone. The boys were doing a case close by, she knew that, but this was too early for them to be back. They were good, but not that good.

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