confirmed by the rest of everyone who seems to know him but damnit okay

Eraser

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1459 (Wow!)

Description: Contrary to popular belief there are two sides to Dr. Leonard McCoy. There are only two people on the whole of the U.S.S. Enterprise who know them. One carries rank over him. The other holds his heart in her hands.

A/N: Hi everyone! This is for the brilliant @trekken81 and her Ed Sheeran Divide challenge! I have track one called… wait for it… Eraser! *profusely apologizes for corniness* I am also dedicating this to @mccoymostly and her absolutely emotional and goosebump raising head cannon about Joanna McCoy which can be found —> here  Thank you soo so much for reading!!! And without further ado…

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Heels (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 3000 even (YES. BE PROUD.) Request/Summary: “Can you do 55,57,58 with Lafayette x reader please?”- @zoemonster200​ Warnings: I dropped the f bomb so many times in this the entire city is in ruins, some diet smut, fighting/arguing/yelling, that should be it. let me know if I left anything out.

A/N- Ruby ( @whatdimissmotherfuckers​ ) helped me out with french translations and became my thesaurus for a bit lol. Thank you Ruby. AND. Lafayette is just a tall curly haired bag of salt in this fic. Be warned. ALSO. Please give feedback! I love to hear from you guys!


Shit. He was in love. He sure as hell didn’t want to be. But it wasn’t like there was anything he could do about it.

“I don’t think you understand John. I can’t sing.” You told your freckled friend, entering the room with the three boys and Eliza Schuyler. “Agreed.” Lafayette said, snapping out of his daydream. Damnit. How was she so beautiful?

“Fuck you.” You growled at him.“You admitted it.” He sneered. “I was just confirming your suspensions- how you say? Oh, suspicions.”

“Shut up you two.” John flared pulling out a chair a sitting down. “Somebody’s in a bad mood.” You muttered, hopping up and sitting on Lafayette’s counter. “Off the counter.” He grunted. “Hmm.” You pretended to consider his request. “Nah.”

“Get. Your butt. Off. My. Counter. L/N.” He gnarred. “I’d rather not.” You smirked, swinging your legs. “Off the counter!” He barked, thrusting your shoulder backward. “No!” You retorted, shoving him back.

“C’mon (Y/N). Off the counter.” Alexander groaned. “I’d rather not have you two get into a fight again.”

“Again?” Eliza asked, the newest and most innocent of your friend group. “It was ugly.” Hercules answered, glancing toward her momentarily.

You sighed and slipped off the counter, strolling around the peninsula to sit next to John. Lafayette couldn’t keep his eyes from dropping downward as you walked away, your hips swinging. You taunted him relentlessly, and you didn’t even know how much you were tormenting him. His jaw clenched, how could he let this happen? Of all the girls to lose his heart to, it had to be the one who hated him most.

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just another case of friendly fire

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“i hit shot you in the balls in a paintball match i’m so sorry oh my god" au

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They’ve taken out three of them already – one from her, one from Nolan and another from Locksley. Three more left, she tells herself. Her team’s down to four, both Mulan and Elsa getting shot early on, courtesy of Merida which Mulan did not take well.

Now – with Jones’ triumphant ‘I got Merida!’ – all they have to do is take both Ruby and Graham out, and with four versus two, it’ll be an easy win.

And boy does Emma need to win this.

Last year would be the last time the 77 lost to stupid Manhattan with their superiority complex and their Upper East Side ‘crimes’ (if you can even compare Mrs. Braddock’s poodle being stolen to Brooklyn’s robberies and thefts and murders – not that murders are good, Emma clarifies)and if her team has to mutter those eight wretched words one more time, Emma will completely lose it.

So when she hears the soft squish of the sole of a shoe against the wet soil thanks to last night’s rain, she tightens her grip on the handle and readies her finger on the trigger.

And when the figure comes around the old water tank she crouches behind, they barely get to finish their ‘Oh, it’s—‘ before Emma’s index finger twitches and she hears a pap, pap go off from her barrel.

“Bloody hell!”

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My Job (part 2)

First Part: http://darcia22.tumblr.com/post/140475584830/my-job

Song I listened to while writing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDAd0S92Uko

Warnings: Angst. Self-loathing. Lisa is not a warning in my opinion, but it might be for some people so yeah, she´s in the story.

Tagging: The wonderful @happydog00 who was incredibly nice to me and I love! and everyone who liked and reblogged the first part, in case they wanted to read the second. If any of you don´t want to be tagged in the rest of the parts that will come out, please feel free to tell me: @gleefinn @deans-applepie67 @supernotnatural2005 @understandingwhatitmeanstobeme @jessiedangerous @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @sassymrswinchester @stressed-depressed-deanobsessed @bloodredrose12 @deanwinchesterpie @bloodysideofhell @markesharke @crzcorgi @scifirulez @azaeleatheazurewolf @ravenrainbvb @epicbananaz @runningwithothermemories @millie6767 @mrswinchester16 @killerofthesouth @thatcountrylover @irishaccentdrivesmecrazy @albmedlin @sarcasticmermaidd @wickedkittycat @carobeary @thewayward-winchester @supernatural-dreamer @quirkychicky @winchesterforever12 @eve05glee @justlooking43 @destielwhotrash @kangaroo1231 @ashleygee16 @potentially-kinetic @all-of-the-supernatural @67marauderette @feelmyroarrrr @hillface89 @soab1967 @deanfuckedmehard @winterladybr @kbrand0 @effie-w @clariedelalune @daydreamingtheimpala @thehockeyfangirl14 @justanotherdeangirl25 @gotoomanyfandoms @starlingfalls @tiafrom5to7 @orangepenguin5 @jordan0ella @submissivelover664 @crowleys-blahblahblah @utterlyhopeful @hiddlestoner15 @sexyashmike @hopplessdreamer THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!


Stone cold…

The library was almost empty at midday. Students who might have been studying in it the whole days were now outside having lunch and were surely hoping the hour would last forever. A part of me also wished that. It was quiet in there and it gave me something to focus on apart from the empty motel room. And the library didn´t smell like him. As much as I wanted to distract myself from that, though, I had to confront it. I needed to find out where Dean was. It had been his choice to leave, obviously, jusging by the fact that there were no signs of struggle and the Impala missing, but I needed to talk to Dean. I needed to ask him if he was alright, what his plan was and what the night together had meant, if it had meant anything to him, at all… If he had ran without saying goodbye he surely had a reason, but I needed that goodbye. And he was going to give it to me, I would not be left in an empty room like a fucking one night stand. Not when my job was protecting him, since I was four, not  when I needed to be sure that he was okay with my own eyes. It was my job, damnit, I thought I had left that clear enough to him. I had told him enough times to sink in. Arguments about it were countless over the years, but I wasn´t about to give in right now.

-(Y/N), you´re not my mom, you need to stop putting yourself in danger to protect me!- Dean screamed as he entered the room where I was resting, after burying another body.

-Dean, we had this conversation before. I can´t help it…-

-Well, you should try harder! I have no idea of what I would do if I lost you now. Sam is gone to Standford, and don´t misunderstand, I´m happy for him, but you´re everything I have when dad is gone hunting on his own and…-

-I know, Dean… Come here, help me get clean up.- and he did.

Despite that job, to think that Dean had left after we had sex, had led me to try to convince myself to leave him be. I had spent a few hours in the motel room, watching TV, trying so hard to avoid thinking about him and just wishing that he would walk through the door instead. That hadn´t happened, of course, and by midday I had puto n my jacket and walked to the nearest library, a place I associated more with Sam due to the long hours we had spent together doing research or just reading. That didn´t help. For the second time in my life, I stopped to think about how insane it was for me to feel compelled to take care of a grown man as Dean. For the second time I noticed how disturbing my behavior was. Almost obsessive. Without the “almost”. Knowing that, there was nothing to do about it, and knowing myself, I would eventually cave in and searched for his location, so better now than later. I got up and approached one of the library´s computers and searched Dean´s cellphone.

Honestly? The answer did not surprise me. I had met Lisa a while ago and I remembered quite well the acid sensation of something crawling up my throat when I had seen how similar was Ben to Dean, the relief when Dean had confirmed it wasn´t his, and the fear in my chest when this little copy of Dean had been in danger. Also, how I almost cried when Lisa had said her goodbyes to Dean with a soft, loving kiss. I couldn´t blame her, though. It was Dean after all, and he had saved her son. In that moment, I had felt panic at the thought that maybe, Dean decided to stay with her, but we got out of that house as we had got in. Lisa was not mentioned again in my presence… until that tense drive to Detroit, when Sam had made Dean promise to have a normal life, and Dean had promised to do it. A chill ran through my spine as I took the jacket off the chair. I needed to figure out how to take a bus to Lisa´s, but most of all, I needed to pick up my things from the motel room and have a proper shower. I smelled like Dean as well and I still could feel his touch on my skin. And I couldn´t stand it anymore. People were starting to crowd the library, anyways, so it was better to get out. The process of going to the room, getting my shit together, showering and going to the bus station was pathetically slow, with me wanting to pospone confronting Dean after last night. Funny that. I had fought vampires, werewolfs, spirits, and other horrors, through my whole life, but I was scared to face the man I had grew up with, the man I had had sex the night before. Seemed like a joke.

You see me standing, but I´m dying on the floor.

Originally posted by deryhana

In the bus, I couldn´t stop thinking about every “I love you” that had slipped through Dean´s lips, and how much I had hated and loved each one at the same time. I knew, as I said it back, that he said it because he was hurt, broken, because he had lost a big part of himself hours before, because he had failed his job to take care of his little brother… And I, I said it back because I couldn´t hold it in anymore. I couldn´t shut myself up when I saw him so vulnerable. I couldn´t hide it anymore because I was also a disaster with a breaking point and my foundations in ruins. It wasn´t surprising that Dean had left me. He didn´t need another load right now. With a shake of my head, I threw away those thoughts and leaned my forehead on the window.

-Since when do you think this way, (Y/N)? You were normally the one scolding me for putting myself down…-

-I don´t know, I just do… sorry…-

-Don´t apologize, I know it´s not something you can control all the time. Look at me.-

-Yes?-

-When you feel that way, remember you can come to me. And when I´m not there… just think that I would hug you real tight, okay?-

-Thanks, Sammy. You´re the best.-

-You are. And it´s Sam.-

I was surprised when I felt the salty taste of a tear on my lips and I was quick to dry it with my sleeve. I was sick of crying. It seemed to be the only thing I did. Maybe if I don´t cry, I won´t feel anymore. I remembered the first time that John had called me a cry baby, despite him feeling the need to cry himself, when Sam had fallen from a swing, scratching his little hands, when he was five. Now Sam had fallen again and the result were more than a few scratches, but i refused to cry again, even when every cell of my body asked me to do so. I needed to think about what was I going to tell Dean when I saw him.

Everything was planned. Every word. And I never got to say one. It was getting dark already when my hand got close to the wood of Lisa´s door.

-(Y/N)?-

The familiar voice made me turn around. Lisa was carrying shopping bags and a breath taking smile, that made me feel small. But there was something in he reyes that made her seem tired, worried… and those words I had planned flew out the window, long forgotten. I had prepared myself to talk to Dean, not Lisa. –Hi… Dean is…-

-Inside, yes…- I saw her leave one of the bags on the floor to look in his purse, for the door keys. –He told me about what happened, with Sam. Not with many details, because…well, you know how he is.- he´s different with you. – I don´t know what the hell to do, really, so I´m really happy that you´re here. I went out to get more food, I only had enough for me and Ben. I told Dean to get in bed before I left so maybe he´s sleeping, but considering what he´s been through, I really doubt it…-

She was speaking out of nervousness. Dean´s presence was a surprise and probably, knowing Sam was dead, was also a shock to her that she didn´t know how to handle. I felt sorry for her. This woman didn´t deserve or needed to receive this kind of problem in her home. And I was certain that she knew that. And she still let the problem walk in, for Dean.

-Probably…- I said, out of courtesy. –Was he hurting when he got here?- that was an stupid question, of course he was hurting when he arrived…

-He was…- Lisa took a deep breath before speaking, another sign of weariness. Too much information for her in such small period of time. –He seemed better than I expected given the circumstances. He told me you had tried to help him as soon as everything happened. He showed up here around four in the morning, devastated…but on his feet. Why didn´t you come with him?-

I wish I knew.

-I´m sure he prefered to speak to you alone, considering you two had something in the past…- present. -…you know?- Lisa nodded, an understanding smile on her face. –Did he told you what he plans to do or…?-

-We haven´t talked about it, there´s nothing certain, but for now, I´ve given him a little space in my closet and helped him get the Impala in the garage. I think he needs resting for now…-

Originally posted by soproudofus

I felt myself nodding. She was right. Resting is what Dean needed, but not as a temporary thing. Not for now. He needed a life, just like Sammy had said. He deserved it. He deserved to be happy. And that woman. That woman in front of me was the one that could give that to him. For a while, on the bus, I had thought that maybe, I could. I had lied to myself thinking that a happy life was posible for Dean around me; me, a constant reminder of the life he once had lived. The idea now, with Lisa just a few steps away from me, with two shopping bags in her hands, and the keys to her normal home on one of them, seemed stupid. If happy is her, I´m happy for you. Lisa took a step forwars and opened the door.

-Come in, I´ll serve you a cup of coffee and tell Dean that you´re here…- before she could say more, I took a step back, my whole body shaking,  to the stairs. Lisa noticed the change in me and stared at me, frowning. –(Y/N)? What´s wrong?-

-Could you not…tell Dean that I was here?- my voice didn´t sound like mine and I felt the tears threatening to spill. A cry baby, that´s what you are…

-(Y/N), no, what are you talking about? Come on; Dean needs you right now.-

-No. He really doesn´t.-

Have you ever run, crying? It´s the most horrible sensation. Everything burns. Your legs, your back, your lungs, your throat, your cheeks, you reyes… I stopped runing when I got to the bus station, where I left myself fall to the ground, hugging my bag, that kept all my things hidden. My gun, a silver knive, salt, and my clothes. All of that was hidden on the old bag I cried onto, for two hours. A cry baby, that´s what you are…

A cry baby, that´s what you are…

A cry baby, that´s what you are…

A cry baby, that´s what you are…

A cry baby, that´s what you are…

…until I felt the sound of familiar footsteps approaching me. Next thing I felt was his smell, and finally, the size of his hand on my shoulder.

-Sammy?-

-It´s Sam.-

Originally posted by wellcometothedarkside