So hey, if you seriously think the Shisui set is Thot Gear;
or you think that characters that wear it are “slutty” or shameless or whatever;
or it’s “just gear for Sunseeker Courtesan RPers” or some bullshit…
Go away. Leave. Get off my blog, I don’t want your miserable ass here.
Summary: An embarrassing moment from your past comes back to haunt you in the form of one of your cousin’s neighbours, Jung Hoseok.
Hoseok is that one guy who will come for your entire life and you would still
return from the dead to ask if he needed anything else. So in honour of the
birth of everyone’s favourite murderous golden hyung, here’s a long-ass fic and
some good ol’ smutty smut smut.
“There. Right there.
There’s the top of one of their heads.”
“Look down – no, don’t
get up they’ll see you. There, do you see him? Do you see them all?”
You crouch awkwardly
behind the curtain, peering out of your cousin’s window and into the street
below. You can just about make out the front door of her building opening
before four men spill out onto the sidewalk.
You grin at how loud
they are: they’re all speaking over each other and the calm, accepting way they
seem to be going about it makes you think that this is their standard way of
“Which is the one is
Nina obsessed with?” you ask, your eyes darting between them. “And how it is
possible that they are all so
One is slightly taller
than the rest, with perfectly upswept hair. The shortest one is pale with an
expressionless face and a disinterested air about him. Next to him towers a
sweet-faced kid wearing a cap. The fourth one is hidden behind the rest but
something about him tickles at the back of your mind and you squint down at
him, trying to make his features.
Lumberjanes 17 & Jo according to tumblr fans & tags :)
Jo’s trans identity was just another integral part of her
character, and it developed very naturally — she was a leader, she was
VERY passionate about being a Lumberjane, she was also trans. As soon as it came up in character discussions, we all went, ‘Oh
yeah, of course Jo is trans.’ It was a very organic decision among the
whole team. - Shannon Watters
Dean and Sam Winchester were in their library, the eldest was reading an old lore book, and the youngest was on his laptop, looking for a case. The silence was comfortable, and much needed as a break from their high-stress life.
Dean cursed under his breath, grabbing his phone from his pocket. “Hello?”
“What did you idjits do?”
“Bobby?!” he exclaimed. Sam got up from his chair, eyes wide with surprise.
“No, it’s Chuck,” the man replied sarcastically. “What did you boys do?”
“Nothing! We didn’t do anything!” Dean defended. “H-How are you alive?”
“If I knew, I wouldn’t be calling you.” Bobby rolled his eyes.
“Where are you?”
“Home,” he answered. “Pulled out of heaven, and woke up on my bed.”
“We’re coming over,” Dean said, needing to see the man he saw as a father in person.
“Good. You can see Ellen and Jo too.”
“Ellen?! Jo? The hell is going on here, Bobby?!”
“I don’t know,” the man bit back. “Get your asses down here as soon as you can.” He hung up the phone, and Dean lowered his phone slowly.
“Welcome home, bitches!”
The two boys whirled around, seeing Charlie on top of the staircase of their bunker. Their jaws dropped.
“Sammy, get the holy water, and silver.” Dean narrowed his eyes at the girl. She only rolled her eyes, but tugged her sleeve up. Sam gave her the holy water which she drank, nothing happened. He sliced the top of her forearm with the silver blade, nothing happened.
“Jesus Christ, it’s good to see you, kid,” Dean breathed, giving her the biggest hug he could muster.
“You too, old man,” she said with a grin.
Sam was next, giving her a huge hug as well. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
“Water under the bridge, Sam!” She ruffled his hair.
“We’re heading up to Bobby’s, apparently he’s alive.” Dean turned around, heading to his room to pack.
“And so is Ellen and Jo.”
“Damn. What did you boys do?”
“Nothing!” Sam answered defensively. “Maybe Chuck decided to give us a break after all.”
Dean scoffed. “Yea, right.”
“You hear from anyone else?” Charlie asked.
“No one yet.”
“We have an arsenal of people we’ve lost,” Dean added. “There are too many names running through my head right now.”
Suddenly, Sam’s phone rang. They all looked at his expectantly as he answered the call.
“Kevin!” Sam exclaimed with a huge grin. “How are you, buddy?”
“Confused… Back from the dead, but confused.”
The youngest Winchester could only laugh. “Well, we’re all heading to Bobby’s to get this sorted. Why don’t you meet us there?”
“Sure. See you soon.”
When the Winchesters got to Bobby’s house, everyone was already there.
“We all did the tests,” Bobby informed them, showing them the raised skin from cutting themselves with a silver knife.
Dean and Sam nodded, almost at tears. They looked around the room, familiar faces that they thought they would never see again. After days of catching up, everyone left, trying to get back to their normal lives.
The brothers drove back to the bunker, hearts full of joy, even if it’s just for a short time. Dean’s phone rang just as they were nearing the bunker.
“Squirrel, I need to talk to you,” Crowley said, his voice was cold.
“Well, talk,” Dean replied sassily.
Sam raised his eyebrows when he heard him growl.
“Take off the wardings. There’s someone you need to meet.”
“Do you think we’re stupid?” Dean rolled his eyes. “What makes you think we’re going to trust you.”
“This is not up for debate, Dean!” Crowley bellowed. “You can summon me in a demon trap.”
Dean glanced at Sam who shrugged. “Fine.” They prepared the demon trap in the dungeon and temporarily took down the wardings.
Crowley appeared, but he wasn’t alone.
“What do you want?”
He was holding a girl in his arms. Her clothes were tattered, and caked with blood and dirt, but most of her was covered by Crowley’s black jacket.
“Who the hell is she?” Dean’s hand reached out for the gun in his back.
“She is the girl who sold her soul to bring back everyone you lost.”
Sam peered over his brother’s shoulder, examining the girl to see if he recognized her. “We’ve never seen her.”
“No. You guys have never crossed paths.”
The brothers looked at Crowley uneasily. They’ve never seen him this serious, his eyes were glowing red, and any signs of comfort between them was replaced with heavy tension.
“Then who is she?” the youngest Winchester asked.
“Y/N. She’s a girl that one of my demons kidnapped.” His eyes flared with angry red, before he took a deep breath, calming himself. “One of my demons had a deep fascination with making child soldiers. She was a prisoner, they reduced her to nothing- to believe that she was nothing. She somehow managed to find out about you boys, and decided to make a deal to bring back a list of people you lost. Obviously, no one was going to do just that. The bitch that kidnapped her was actually a crossroad demon, and found out about her deal. She sent my hellhounds right there and then, killing her and sending her to hell where they personally tortured her for years before I stepped in. Those demons are now on the rack, where they’ll stay for ten times as long as the time she was tortured by them.”
“How long was she down there?” Sam whispered.
The boys stood shell-shocked. Their eyes wide with awe.
“The deal didn’t go through though! How did she bring them back?” Dean asked.
Summary:Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Elen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, James Novak. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,861 Warnings: Angst, language, medical jargon Author’s Note:This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.Miss the beginning?GIF credit [x][x][x][x]
“This isn’t a fairy tale, Mr. Winchester,” Doctor Novak stated matter-of-factly. “Y/N suffered extensive internal damage. I can’t tell you long it will take because I don’t know how long it will take.”
Standing next to Dean’s hospital bed, John had his arms crossed and a scowl on his brow. “I don’t expect immediate results, doc. But there’s gotta be something that can be done.”
James Novak crossed the room and turned on the lights of the x-ray panels on the wall. He opened a large manilla folder and pressed the film up until it got stuck. He ran a finger along the outline of Y/N’s skull. “When Y/N got thrown from the bike, she hit her head. Now, the helmet saved her life, but it also did some damage,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “Along with a severe concussion, the impact resulted in a hematoma. In layman’s terms, clotting of blood outside the blood vessels.”
Mary, who was holding her son’s hand, asked, “Is it serious?”
Doctor Novak nodded. “It can be very serious if a hematoma occurs inside the brain. Unfortunately, that is what occurred. The clotting can cause pressure to build inside the skull, which is a factor into why she lost consciousness. Hopefully that won’t last too long. We went in and drained what we could.”
“What else?” Dean rasped, his throat raw from having a breathing tube removed earlier that morning.
Another piece of film was slapped up. “There was a lot of scar tissue from what had been repaired 3 years ago. This time, she was stabbed more than once. Add in the internal damage from the accident and the loss of blood, Y/N is looking at a rough recovery.”
There was a collective heavy sigh between the Winchesters as Dean pushed his head into the mountain of thin pillows.
“Thank you,” John murmured and held out his hand for the doctor.
James’ lips pressed into a thin line as he shook John’s hand. “Y/N was on a lot of my cases over the past year; she’s an amazing person. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power not to lose her.”
He went to leave the room, but stopped suddenly and rummaged in a pocket of his crisp, tan jacket. “I almost forgot,” he whispered.
Mary held out her hand when James approached and extended a fist. The ring she had given Y/N the other day fell softly into her palm. She choked on a sob and almost crumbled under the weight of John’s hand on her shoulder.
“You’ll get that back to her, Mare,” John promised, his own voice tremulous with emotion.