dirty sneaks

Make Him Want to Sin by QuickedWeen (9.5k)

The stranger’s sharp gaze landed on him immediately, the eye contact shattering through Harry’s defenses. For the first time in his life, Harry had an instantaneous reaction to someone. The man stared him down at him with interest, like he wanted to take Harry apart and put him back together again, piece by piece. Harry wanted that more than anything, and he wanted it right now. It took every ounce of strength he had ever possessed to not drop down to his knees instinctively.

All from one glance.

Harry is a curatorial assistant at the London Museum of Natural History, on the day of the big annual gala he catches a glimpse of someone unexpected.

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Nick Grimshaw, Niall Horan, Perrie Edwards, Jesy Nelson, Lottie Tomlinson, Tommy Napolitano, Dan Deakin
Additional Tags: Lust at First Sight, Flirting, Sexual Tension, Museums, Fundraisers, Jealous Harry, Curator Harry, Trustee Louis, Office Sex, Sneaking Around, Dirty Talk

switzerland being really awkward when it comes to gift-giving

so he always ends up giving liechtenstein really weird but practical gifts

like one valentine’s day he bought her a fucking panini maker

he doesn’t even have the cajones to give it to her personally either so he ends up like shoving shit into her mailbox and running off or having someone else (germany) do it for him

Okay so I wrote this little ficlet based on this video which is utterly adorable and everyone should look at it because it is just too cute okay. I’d also like to thank @captainpettie who was the one that gave me that extra little push to write this and gave me some very needed encouragement, plus I added a woofer on here cuz how could I not?

Being a parent is not easy.

Being a parent of triplets is hell on earth.

Stiles and Derek love their kids but raising three 1 year olds is by far their hardest mission and they’ve dealt with actual monsters! That kill people!

Throw in the fact that two of those 1 year olds are werewolves and it makes parenthood mission impossible.

Stiles has no idea why but when one triplet starts to cry, they all start to cry because the other one is crying. Which makes solving the actual problem a thousand times more difficult than it needs to be.

It especially sucks when it happens after Stiles and Derek spend a mini eternity trying to put them all to bed.

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anonymous asked:

KIM LISTEN DEAN AND CAS HAVE STOLEN MY HEART AND IM A SUCKER FOR DOMESTIC HUSBAND AUs AND UGH LIKE I JUST WANT CUDDLY HUSBANDS AND SOFT KISSES JDKAKSKD

OH MY GOD. MARRIED DESTIEL, ON A SUNDAY, WHEN THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO ALL DAY BUT HANG OUT

-sleeping late, and Cas being the grumpiest thing ever until Dean gets him some coffee

-Cas reading the morning paper out loud while Dean fixes breakfast

-lounging on the couch, Dean’s head in Cas’ lap as they watch a movie

-tidying their bedroom without talking, just kind of dancing around each other as Cas makes the bed and Dean gathers all the dirty laundry

-Dean sneaking up behind Cas and grabbing his ass whenever he gets a chance

-holding hands as much as possible because they both like feeling the other’s wedding ring

-going to bed early so they can snuggle down into the covers together, whispering and laughing and kissing and running fingers through hair and running hands over warm skin

YES. THANK YOU FOR THIS IDEA.

Grubby Angel

A smutty story in which y/n really wants to drive Harry’s car… but it would take a lot more than one measly little kiss to make Harry hand over the keys.


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anonymous asked:

Ok but what if au where cas and dean meet in an ac/dc concert and dean is there because he is a fan and cas is there because of charlie or something. And dean accidentally runs into cas and somehow they end up with dean against a bathroom wall with cas thrusting into him and they both having the best sex they had in their lives while in the background its playing "you shook me all night long"

Um!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay so my only issue with this is that like, it would take ages to open Dean up unless he is a loose slut, sO my theory is this:

  • He’s done this before, it feels like he’s having sex with the band because he can feel the plug inside him when the music gets loud.
  • He’s wearing a lil plug and has lube and condoms in his pocket.
  • He can feel the vibrations from the bass and drums up through the ground and in his legs and against his rim and it’s the fucking hottest thing he’s ever felt, the music getting him hard, gently teasing him as he listens to the music.
  • Locks eyes with a dark and mysterious rock concert fan in a loose shirt that shows his collar bones and beefy shoulders.
  • They make out there at the edge of the pit, before Cas drags Dean off to somewhere.
  • I’m imagining an outdoor festival so instead of in a dirty bathroom, they sneak around to the back of the stadium and fuck against the wall there.
  • When Cas sees the plug he LOSES HIS SHIT, rims Dean right there under the stars.
  • Makes Dean hold the plug for safe keeping, he’s gotta put it back in when they’re done.
  • Dean’s come is now dripping down the side of the stadium, evidence of what a fucking little slut he is.
  • Cas shoves the plug back into Dean’s ass and writes his number across Dean’s lower back in sharpie, spanks him once for good measure and then walks off.
  • Dean needs a moment to catch his breath because he literally just met the man of his dreams. 

:))))))))))

the losers and richie’s home life hcs

dedicated to @carnberryjuice


so basically i was talking with my friend ^^ and we were discussing richie’s home life when she said that she hcs that richie doesn’t tell anyone about his shitty home life just makes excuses or jokes whenever it comes up so i hopped aboard the headcanon train and wrote about the losers club finding out.


-bill finds out first, somehow. he’s pretty much crushed by the news, but he realizes that he’s not that surprised, considering the way that richie never has a lunch or a proper coat and deflects any talk about his parents. he should have noticed sooner. so one lonely sunday, he confronts richie, alone, and richie ends up crying into his shoulder for nearly an hour afterwards, but bill would never complain. afterwards, he’s more open toward richie, making sure he’s included, giving people who insult him dirty looks. he sneaks him food at lunch and lets him always pick the movie during movie nights.


-stan finds out because bill asks richie if he can tell him, and richie surprisingly says yes. after bill tells stan, stan wraps richie in a huge hug, ignoring his wrinkled shirt and greasy hair, and tells him he’s sorry, and not just for richie’s terrible home, but for all the times that stan’s snappy, biting comments have caused richie’s face to fall for even just half a second. he becomes a lot more careful with his words.


-bev finds out somehow, i’m not sure how, but it’s nice for richie because she gets it. she knows exactly how bad a bad home life can be, so she buys richie cigarettes so he doesn’t have to buy his own and invites him to smoke with her at breaks, allows him to talk with his face buried in her hair. she sews up his clothes, patches his jeans, trims his hair, tapes his glasses, because she knows that he’ll look and feel a teeny bit better because of it.


-mike finds out and the losers all start to notice that richie starts going to mike’s a lot after school, mike always offers to ride their bikes together, they go for long walks at the farm in a comfortable silence and sometimes they sneak out and graffiti the town at night, and they don’t say much but mike knows that even an hour of spending time with richie is an hour less he might have to spend at home and that’s never enough but it’s something. and something is better than nothing.


-ben finds out and he asks richie to come to the library with him, they sit for a few hours, finishing their homework as quickly as possible, and ben sits back, half reading a book and half listening to richie talk non stop, about whatever he fucking wants to talk about, so richie can fill up the emptiness in his life, and one day ben brings richie a list of books, and neither of them say anything about it, but each day richie shows up to lunch with a book, the book changing every few days or so and he finishes the list in under a month and ben finds him sobbing in the back of the library and ben is just there for him.


-so basically there’s this unspoken pact between the losers club that they won’t tell eddie because they know how richie feels about him and richie has silently begged them not to. but one day, when the others all have shit to do, eddie is walking home from school when he hears crying so he ducks around behind a building and sees richie leaning against the dirty wall, sobbing his eyes out. so eddie drops everything and runs to him, managing to not care abt the dirty ground and just embraces richie who sobs out the whole thing, and eddie’s really fucking shocked but everything clicks into place and he begins to understand why richie cracks so many jokes and avoids talking about his parents and is kind of immediately mad at himself for not noticing, because unspoken, he’s richie’s best friend (he would never admit it though) so eddie just is filled with shame and begins to cry himself, choking out about ten “i’m so sorry"s. and he just thinks about everything- how mike buys richie’s lunch, how ben pulls him to the library, how stan has stopped insulting him, how bill always asks him if he needs anything, how bev always drags him away for a smoke. and he just bursts out “this is my fault.” and richie’s like??? how?? is it your fault?? and eddies like “i should have noticed sooner, you’re.. you’re my best friend, okay? and i feel awful because i was too blind” and richie reaches up to wipe away one of eddie’s tears and goes “it will never, ever be your fault, eds,” and for once eddie doesn’t correct him and they just sit there in an awkward embrace.




i know eddie’s is really long aggggghhhhh

My Aunty

One day when I was at aunties , I was sitting in my room when she came in , angrily calling me a dirty little boy, holding a pair of her panties that I had cum in , saying what a disgusting little boy I was, I was scared , worried, unsure of what was going to happen, she held here panties up , asking why I had cum in them , I was scared but said they felt good , made me excited , loved the feel on my cock , loved the smell, she threw them at me and said show me what you do with them , at first I said no,she kept at me , “ get your little cock out and show me or your in big trouble ”, scared I started to feel , smell them , although scared I had to do it , it made me horny , I pulled my pants down , placed them on my hard cock and started wanking , Aunty standing over me watching, I cum in them very quickly , she then made me take them to the laundry and wash my cum from them , “not finished with you yet , you dirty little boy ” .what was going to happen next ??

What was going to happen ? Was she going to tell everyone , so scared not knowing , weeks have gone past , I still sneak in and grab panties when I can , I’ve noticed as summer approached Aunty has a short thinner nighty on ,sometimes I can see through and see her large nipples , and hairy pussy , I try to take a peek when I can , I have seen up her nighty when she has fallen asleep watching Tv, damn it gets me horny , sneak into bathroom get a pair of her dirty panties and smell , feel , taste them , and a quick wank , the thrill of doing it while she sleeps makes me Hornier , I’ve even played with my cock in the lounge as she sleeps , I’m getting daring , fuck !! She opens her eyes sees me looking up her nightdress , with my hand on my cock , fuck !! I’m in trouble now !! What are you doing ?? Playing with your cock while I sleep? Get in your room !! I go to my room , worried about what’s going to happen , fuck !! I hear the Tv get turned off , lounge lights go out , my door opens , Aunty comes in ,asks what I was doing while she slept , I confessed I was trying to look up her nighty , trying to see her pussy ,I couldn’t lie , I said it made me horny and I wanked thinking of her naked .Interesting ? So you have never seen a naked female ? Say said , you have never felt or touched a female ? Maybe you should see one and that might help your curiosity , With that she came over to my bed , lifted her nighty , and showed me her hairy pussy , damn it looked good , she grabbed my hand and rubbed it over her hairy cunt , I was hard , my cock bulging from my pjs , she then grabbed my hand and placed them on her tits , rubbing my hand over her big nipples , Do you like that ? She asked , is that what you have wanted to feel , see? I had to say yes , she asked if it was exciting , Yes it is I said , she then pulled my hands away , pulled down her night , and said get to sleep , She left the room , 2 or 3 strokes of my cock after she left and I cum all over myself, fuck , what just happened . My auntie, A couple days later and I’m still up to my usual sneaking her dirty panties into my room to smell and rub on my cock , thinking of that hairy cunt and huge tits . Auntie was in a sad mood , anniversary of uncle Teds death , I stayed away from her all day , she just lazed around in her nighty all day , mid afternoon she got a bottle of red out and started to have a drink .By 6 pm she was passed out on the lounge, I could see up her nighty as she slept, white Lacey panties, my favourite ones to wank with . Tried to talk to her but she was too drunk to talk or move , I made myself some dinner and sat watched television, occasionally looking up her nighty at those panties.Sitting looking was making me hard , thinking, could I sneak a feel of her tits or hairy cunt as she slept , would she wake ? It got all too much for me , I sat on lounge next to her , tried to wake her , but she seemed comatose, I rubbed my hand over her panties, feeling her cunt through them , she didn’t stir, I was so horny , my cock was hard , could I rub my cock on her ? Could I get away with that ? Maybe I could lay beside her on lounge, rub my cock up her ass and on her panties, what if she she woke? Could say I was just comforting her , it got me going, I had to try , I wanted to feel her , I wanted to feel my cock on her . I laid next to her on the lounge, squeezed my self in behind her , slid her nighty up , got my cock out and started rubbing in her ass. Fuck it felt good , she was moving as I was rubbing her ass , was she moving with me as I rubbed, was she enjoying it ? What’s going on , can I slide her panties down and feel my cock in her skin? She was moving but not waking, what can I do ? Should I keep going? I slowly pulled her panties down , put my cock inside them and rubbed along her ass, she was pushing back on me mumbling something incoherent, I was at a point if no return was trying not to cum , I could feel her wet cunt on my cock , should I keep going? Will she wake ? Her legs seemed to spread a little, the head of my cock was on her cunt , I pushed it a little, it felt wet , I could feel it entering her , I could not stop , I pushed in in all the way, she groans, she moves , i cum , I emptied my load in her , fuck it felt so good, I pulled out , I could see my cum seeping out of her hairy cunt , I slowly pulled up her panties , moved away , feeling so good , had my first fuck , would she know ? Have I got away with it , I got a blanket and covered her up , said good night and headed to my bed , Wow I want more . Not sure of the time , early morning I think , but there is auntie standing over my bed ,waking me up , she said she wanted to talk to me , fuck , I’m in the shit , she must know I slipped my cock in her as she slept , fuck She seemed a bit angry, still a bit drunk maybe? Not sure but was calling me to get into the lounge. Auntie was standing, holding her panties, asking why she had cum running out of her , what had I done while she slept ? She demanded an explanation, I was scared, I told her that I laid next to her to comfort her and she being intoxicated, took her panties down and got me to penitrate her , I said I did , and i cum in her , told her it was all her that started everything, could I get away with this , blame there wine , she didn’t believe me , I was being very convincing, she said it was wrong, we should not have done that , I said it was good and I enjoyed it .Auntie went into her room and showered, she came out didn’t say anything, made me some breakfast being very quiet , nothing was mentioned again . Weeks passed and I still looked at her in her nighty , still sneaked panties to wank with and smell , I think she knew , but never said anything. The house she had , had timber floors, about 4 feet of the ground, one day when I kicked a football underneath, I was under there when I realised you could see up into the bathroom through the floor waste in middle of room . Devious mind starting to work , could I sneak under house and watch her shower? That evening when she went for shower, I sneaked out and went under the house , looking up I could see her naked body , the big tits , she had a razor, was shaving legs and bikini line , she then trimmed her long pubic hair , I could see her cunt more clearly, fuck it looked good , after she trimmed everything up , she started to rub herself, what was she doing , she started fingering her cunt , rubbing it quickly, I could see the lips parted , she started to squirt from her pussy onto the floor, she stopped & jumped in shower , wow , she was playing with herself, it looked so hot . I continue to watch her a t every chance I could, I noticed at least once a week she would please herself, and I would wank and cum looking. I think it was a few weeks later and we were watching television, there was a movie with a couple sex scenes, and I was getting hard watching, I could see auntie looking out the corner of her eye at me . She asked ,you getting excited watching this show , I denied , but my bulge said different. She stood up came over and sat next to me , said it’s time we had a good chat about sex, I was embarrassed. She talked quite openly about sex , oral sex , sex in different positions etc , I was horny thinking about it . She got up went to her room , about 20 min later called me , i went to her room , she was on the bed with only some sexy panties on the big tits just hanging free, she said come here , which I did , she said sit on bed next to her , I did , she grabbed my hand and rubbed them over her big tits , wow , they were heavy , she grabbed my hand and put it inside her panties, Using my hand to rub herself, she then took her panties off , handed them to me and told me to get naked and used them to pleasure myself, a bit nervous but I did , she said she new I had still been using her panties, and that she purposely left them around for me . I was shocked, she knew , she leaned over and took the panties off me , threw them on the floor , told me to lay back , kneeling over me she started to touch my cock , as if it felt good , I said yes, she then leaned over and started kissing my cock and balls, grabbing them hard in her had , painful but nice at the same time, she then moved up on me , straddling my cock she lowered herself on me , it felt so good , she moved up and down moaning and rubbing her pussy at the same time , I could feel wetness all over my cock , running down to my arse, I cum , she got of and laid next to me . We fucked again several times that night , was wonderful, she showed me all different positions, did lots of different things, got me to eat her ass and pussy , we both had multiple orgasms , after it was all over we showered together, she cleaned me all over . Next morning she told me it was time for me to leave and go back to live with my parents, she was moving, I felt sad, but also felt grateful that she showed me how to make love , we both agreed to secrecy and we never mention what happened ever . She remarried a couple years later and her new husband always treated me well , said I was a favourite of hers , she was my favourite until she passed away , fond memories of a great and sexy lady .

anonymous asked:

Okay, all of those were bellarke, but “guys I think the science teacher and history teacher are making out in the storage closet” just screamed Bellarke. You should write it.

The worst kept secret of Ark high has to be the rivalry between Mr. Blake and Ms. Griffin.

Even Jasper-obtuse, naive Jasper-picks up on it on the first day, nudging Monty sharply in the ribs when Ms. Griffin barges in during history just so she can inform Mr. Blake, in honeyed tones, no less, that he broke her projector. It would have been a perfectly innocent interaction, Monty thinks, if it wasn’t for Mr. Blake’s responding glare and the vein throbbing spectacularly against Ms. Griffin’s forehead.

It really only gets worse from there.

There are a lot of passive aggressive jabs made at each other’s expense during class time, like how Ms. Griffin is technologically inept because no one uses projectors anymore, or how Mr. Blake can’t pronounce hyperbole right. (“It’s hy-per-ba-lee.” Ms. Griffin stresses, smug.) This back and forth is pretty routine, at this point, with both of them always ending on the and you can quote me on that! note, which is uh, strange to say the least.

It’s almost as if they want to publicise how much they hate each other. On good days, Monty finds it amusing. On bad days, it’s just downright pathological.

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Such a Tease: Ron Weasley X Reader

Request:heyy do you think you can do a ron imagine where you are in class during lesson in the last row (with a lot of dirty talking and teasing)

A/N: Hope this is what you had in mind! Sorry this one is so short, and that you had to wait so long- my wifi has been on and off for the last few days, making it hard to write!

Info/Warnings: female reader, NSFW

Masterlist

Originally posted by alicechelon

Snape droned on at the front of the class, giving a boring and tedious lecture about Draught of Living Death. Potions was a fine class in your opinion- when you actually had the opportunity to try to make potions. Lectures were never entertaining enough to keep your attention, and before you knew it, Snape’s monotonous voice had wandered to the back of your mind. Instead, you were now paying attention to a much more entertaining thought, one that concerned the red headed boy to your right.

You and he were having another date to Hogsmeade next weekend, which was something that continued to distract you. Every date with Ron was special, and somehow each seemed better than the one before it. You smiled to yourself as you let yourself imagine what could happen on the next date, and your thoughts quickly turned dirty. Maybe you could sneak into his dorm afterwards, or into one of the schools hidden passageways and-

“What’s got you so smiley?” Ron whispered, his voice exceptionally quiet as to not be overheard by anyone. You two were in the farthest row back, and Snape was completely oblivious to the conversation.

“Thinking about our date, actually,” you admitted.

“I’ve been as well,” he murmured, leaning closer to you, “and if you’re up for it, I know for a fact that my dorm will be empty if we come back to Hogwarts a little early.”

You grinned; it was if he had read your mind. “Hmm, I don’t know. I suppose I could be convinced…”

“Well we can leave with everyone else,” he mumbled, placing a hand on your knee, where your skirt was short enough to leave the skin exposed. “and go on our nice date.”

“Go on,” you breathed.

“I’ll buy you a butterbeer,” he said, beginning to trace inane patterns on your leg, pushing your skirt up so slowly it was almost unrecognizable. “We can go to Honeydukes, like always, maybe take a look in Gladrags Wizardwear as well.”

His hand slipped under your skirt, fingers gently caressing your thigh. “Eventually we can slip away from everyone; take a nice romantic walk back to the castle by ourselves. Then I’ll take you up to my dorm…” he trailed off.

“And?” you prompted, voice still hushed but now accompanied by a lusty rasp.

“Well by this point I’ve been thinking about tasting you all day,” he whispered, lips coming dangerously close to your ear, his hot breath making you shiver slightly in your seat. “So naturally I’m going to do just that. I’ll start by undressing you…then slowly licking up your thighs,” he ran a finger softly down to your knee, then back up your leg again as he spoke, “teasing you.”

You wanted to groan in frustration, wanted to moan his name in annoyance- but the students surrounding you, not to mention the strict professor, made this impossible.

“Once I’ve got you all worked up, I’ll finally go where you want me; I’ll have to hold your hips down from all the writhing and squirming you’ll be doing.”

“Ron,” you muttered, your desperate tone begging his hand to stop teasing you.

“Shh…wouldn’t want to get us caught now, would you?” he jested.

There was a pause in action  where Ron said nothing, his hand still against your thigh, the heat radiating from his touch driving you insane. You shifted in your seat, trying to get his touch where you wanted it, but he only moved his hand further away. You exhaled heavily in dissatisfaction and he leaned towards you again, voice low in your ear.

“I’m going to make you come with my mouth,” he said, “and then I’m going to fuck you.”

His hand suddenly and unexpectedly touched you where you needed it most, and the sudden sensation of relief and pleasure caused you to gasp loudly, a moan almost escaping your lips. Ron quickly pulled his hand away as heads turned to look at your flushed face.

“Ms.(Y/L/N), is there a problem?” Snape asked disinterestedly.

“No, no. Just um- bumped my knee, is all,” you lied, face red in embarrassment. You were sure that some of the students in the class were smart enough to guess what had really been the cause of your sudden outburst.

Snape dismissed the topic, going back to his speech as students returned their gaze to the front of the class.

“Convinced?” Ron whispered, eyeing you cheekily.

“Convinced,” you assured him, now looking forward to your date with even greater anticipation.

The Maze Runner: Gally - I Like Punching People, But I Also Like Hugging You

Prompt: You’re hot-headed, and never willing to back down from a fight. You don’t let anyone mess around with you, because that would be total cowardice. But then you meet Gally, and a true friendship sparks between you. Can he teach you a new perspective on dealing with your anger?


You stand straight in the middle of the Glade, hands on your hips; breathing in the fresh morning air. It was a beautiful sunrise, considering you’re trapped in this dreadful prison. Too bad you’ll have to waste your time in the Kitchens preparing every slime-boy Glader’s breakfast. Last time it took four hours preparing, cooking, packing up, and cleaning. This time it probably won’t go by any faster. You look away from the sun and spot Frypan over at the entrance to the Kitchen block, his scruffy face and tired eyes searching for the rest of the Cooks. You sigh, take one last glance at the sun, and the head on over.

By the time the boys start seeping in, taking their seats around the block, smelling the cooking of eggs and bacon, you and the rest of the kitchen crew have almost finished with last batch of food. Right now you feel alright, somehow you have enough energy to keep going, but the constant smell of all of this breakfast food scrambles your guts, pushing a feeling of nausea over you. You and breakfast food obviously don’t mix.

“Can’t you work any faster, Y/N?” A boy named Corey pushes, his raspy voice practically inviting you to be irritated. “We’re almost done but you’re holding the rest of us up.”

“Slim it, egg boy. I’m going as fast as I can. Besides, what else have you got to do? Not like you’re going on a date anytime soon.” You wipe the sweat of your forehead with your arm and keep working with scrambling a portion of the eggs, it takes a bit of time to get them right. Just because Corey can’t handle a few hours in the Kitchen doesn’t mean he gets to push you around for being a tad slower.

“Whatever.” He mutters, shaking his head as he moves along to a different station.

You finish with this pan and move onto the next, glancing behind you for a few seconds. You see egg-boy again, talking to Kev while sneaking dirty looks back at you. He’s not peeling or cracking the eggs like he is supposed to, instead he’s chatting away like it means nothing. What a hypocrite! You ditch the pan, and walk straight across the kitchen towards Corey. His eyes widen as you come closer, you can feel the heat emitting from your face as hot anger takes control.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You lash out, watching Corey’s eyes dart around your face nervously.

“I…” He looks over at Kev who has decided to slowly edge away from the confrontation in front of him. Corey looks back at you, “Who cares? Just go scramble those eggs before they burn, shank.”

Usually, you don’t take the word shank as much of an insult. But the tone in his voice and the anger in his eyes… something just snaps inside you. “You know what Corey? You’re done.”

“Excuse me?”

You shove his chest, hard, “Get out of here!”

Corey stumbles back and slips on spilt milk, sending him ass up. He knocks his head, and as his yelp resounds throughout the kitchen, people start flooding towards him. He lifts his head dizzily, his hand coming away from the back covered in blood. “Ah, crap.”

You swallow hard at the sight of his blood, something in your gut drops making your heart beat fast. Guilt.

“Who left their eggs unattended?” Frypan shouts over the rushed voices of Med-jacks. “They’re freakin’ burnt now, what a waste!” His eyes narrow on you, and you roll yours back at him as you walk passed. You exit the building, tears jerking at the edge of your eyes. The anger inside you, at Corey, at Frypan, at the eggs, at yourself. It fires you up with too much energy, too many emotions. As you pass the exit’s wall you slam your fist into it, breaking through the thin layer of wall. You didn’t realise that the walls weren’t as thick as the ones inside.

You walk away from the block, a few people eyeing you off as you leave. One of them, Gally as you recall, calls out to you, “What happened in there?”

“None of your damn business, slinthead.” You feel the growl in your voice escape from deep within your chest, and it takes Gally by surprise. Or rather, amusement.


It’s the next morning, and you’re up as the sun rises. But finally, you get to have a break from morning preparation. You finally get to have a break from egg-boy. You laugh at the thought, it’s been too long.

You sit on the grass this time, knees pulled up to your chest. Of course you would rather sleep the morning away but the events from yesterday have kept an incredible guilt lingering in your mind. Of course you didn’t mean to hurt Corey like that however you’re very grateful that he’ll be alright.

“Y/N!”

You swivel around immediately, a hand raised to block the sun from your eyes. It’s Corey’s friend, Kev. He must be on breakfast duty this morning again. You stand up from the grass, your eyes burn into his, “Something on your mind?”

“Yeah,” He nods over-confidently “There is, actually. I find it disturbing that you hurt so many people around the Glade, and not one person teaches you a lesson.” He takes a breath, his green eyes sparking with some kind of righteous anger for his friend, “You do know there is a rule around here about not harming another Glader, right? I reckon you’ve broken that rule about… hmm… fifty times?”

“Back off, Kev. I don’t need no mommy telling me off.”

“Oh yeah? Boohoo. Stop acting like some kind of savage, Y/N. Attacking everyone you meet isn’t attractive.”

You shove Kev’s shoulders; he stumbles back. “Just get lost Kev.”

“Make me.”

You shove him again, even harder than last.

He laughs, “Why are you so mad? Something stuck up your ass, sweetie?”

“I said,” Your voice deepens as you get mad, “Get. Lost.”

“Or are you just on your period?”

You jump at him, taking him to the ground. His back hits the dirt and you keep him pinned underneath you. Your hand clenches into a fist as he struggles to push you off. You raise it above his face, but as the anger swells up inside you another hand from behind you grabs onto your fist and rips it away from the scene; your body follows. The hands wrap around your waist and lift you over a shoulder, carrying you away from the storm that could have been.

“Let me go you slimy bastard!” Instead of a witty reply or an irritated grunt, even a gasp of fear, you feel whoever holds you up laugh; their chest shaking. “You are so going to regret ever picking me up!”

Finally, you’re put back onto the ground, your eyes meeting the Glader who put you to absolute shame. Gally.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice comes out rough, but there’s a hinted smile behind his eyes, “You’re like,” He takes a second to look you up and down, “Five foot nothing! What the hell were you trying to achieve by attacking Kev, who is practically triple your size, shrimp.”

You eye him angrily, his words only firing you up once again. “Don’t you dare call me a shrimp you… you… you douchebag!”

“Oh ouch, I’m really hurt. I think I’ll go cry to my mommy now.”

You cross your arms over your chest, “How about you just leave me alone, asswipe.”

Gally chuckles, “Seriously? Asswipe? Come on, I know you can do better than that.”

You stop a moment, looking him over. He’s big, of course. Probably bigger than Kev. You suppose he would have to be massive if he’s the Keeper of the Builders. Maybe if you muster up enough strength you could take him down. You step in closer to him, but he only raises an eyebrow; like he’s mocking you or something.

“You know what Gally? Maybe I’ll spare you, this time.” You glare up into his amused eyes, “But if you talk to me again, if you even look at me, I will take you down.”

He nods his head slowly, “Uh-huh, sure.”

“Shut up.”


Apparently your threats didn’t work, they didn’t even phase the guy! He keeps following you around, lurking in the shadows. Today, he pulled you away from yet another almost-physical-encounter. What is he, your mom?

“Y/N, seriously, when are you going to stop picking on everyone around here?”

“When they stop pissing me off!”

Gally looks at you for a moment, and you hate it. You’d rather him slap you in the face than being disappointed. “People are always going to be pissing you off, believe me, I know.”

“Well then…” You look away, slightly embarrassed. “What am I supposed to do? Let them push me around like that?”

He smiles, which is weird. You’ve totally never seen this guy smile before… it’s nice. Well, it looks nice. You shake those thoughts out of your head and listen to what he has to say. “Glad you asked. If someone pisses you off, you don’t let them know it. You walk away. You do something else. You could even come talk to me, seriously. I know it might sound hypocritical coming from me, because I’m probably always in a grumpy mood. But I’ve learnt to stop taking out my anger physically because it’s not healthy, and I know you can learn it too.”

“I can’t just walk away from a fight, it’s cowardly.”

“No, it’s not. It’s letting the other person know that you don’t care enough about them to let their bullshit hurt you.”

You’re quiet for only a moment before saying, “I’ve never thought about it like that before.”

“I’m glad I could be the one to open your eyes,” he laughs, light-heartedly. “But like I said, if you start to feel like you’re losing control, come talk to me. I’m still learning to figure out when I’m going to explode, so we can help each other. Okay?”

You try very, very hard to not smile, “Okay.”


“You know what?” Your voice lashes out, clenching and unclenching your fists. You stare the boy straight in the eyes, and strangely enough, Gally smiling pops up in your mind. You frown, irritated that this is the fourth or fifth time it happened this week. Why is this memory always haunting your every move?

“What?” The boy replies back.

“I’m going to… to walk away and not talk to you for a few hours, got it?” You turn away and walk far away, your eyes searching the Glade for Gally. You spot him, and immediately he notices your distress. This is probably the fifth time you’ve had to use him to calm you down. But this time, instead of calming down as he nears you, you burst into tears.

“Hey,” He cups your face, “What’s wrong?”

“This boy… he –he.” You couldn’t manage to get the words out as the sobs overtook your throat.

“What did he do?” His eyes fill with concern for you, and it makes you feel slightly better.

You breathe in and out, Gally’s touch calming your distress. “He said… He said I’m a lousy Cook and that I should get Banished for what I’ve done because no one would miss me anyway.”

Gally frowns, “He what!?”

“Gally?” You ask, uncertainty lacing your voice.

“Where is he?” He glances around, letting go of your face. “I’m going to punch him in the face so hard that he wished he was getting Banished!”

You run after him as he takes long, angry strides in a desperate attempt to find him. Even though he has no clue who said it. “Gally!” You shout, but he completely ignores you. What happened to this so called wise man who has learned the secret of not getting all fired up?

“Y/N, where is-

“Gally!”

He shuts up and turns to face you, slightly surprised by the firmness in your voice. “What?”

“What happened to not getting pissed off at someone?”

He frowns, and then chews the bottom of his lip out of frustration. “Well, he can’t just insult you like that!”

“I’m fine.”

He raises his arms in the air as he tries to prove a point, “He made you cry!”

“I’m a big girl now, I’ll get over it.” You take a hold of his hand, and he starts to breathe at a normal pace again.

“But…” He sighs, and pulls you into a tight, warm embrace. “I would miss you, you know. If you got Banished.”

You laugh, “Thank you, Gally.” Your own arms wrap around him too, his smell of wood and sweat and dirt comforting you for some reason.

“And you’re an amazing cook.”

You giggle into his chest.

“I’m not kidding! The kitchen would be lost without you. Besides, your custard tarts are incredible.”

You shove him playfully, “Oh really? Your true colours are showing, Gally. Now I know your real intentions of befriending me.”

“Oh, come off it, Y/N.”

You laugh and keep playing along, “Nope! Our short lived friendship is over. No more hugs, and definitely no more custard tarts for you.”

Instead, he pulls you back in again by wrapping his arms around your waist, “I couldn’t care less about the custard tarts, just please don’t say that we can’t hug anymore.”

You blush bright red, so you hide it by burying your face into his chest. “You’re a real big shank, you know that?” Your voice is muffled by his shirt.

“A big, hunky shank.”

You both sigh after your fit of laughter, and Gally rests his chin on top of your head. “Want to know something?” He asks softly.

“Sure.”

“I befriended you because I saw the same struggle in you that I had, and I didn’t want you to get hurt because of it.”

“Wanna know why I befriended you, Gally?”

“Sure.”

“Not only for your hunky manliness,” He chuckles again at this, “But because you actually care. And because I like your smile, and I like it more when you smile because of me.”

He lifts his head off of your head and looks down at you, “You like my smile?”

“It haunts me.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“It does! Today even! When that guy said those horrible things to me, I wanted to really punch him right in the face but then I saw your smile and I remembered that disappointing you was way worse than backing down from a fight.”

He smiles, “Really?”

“Really.”

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this one-shot! I really liked writing it :) Thanks for being so so so patient with me <3

Angelic Amnesia, part 2

Sequel to Angelic Amnesia

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“That son of a bitch!” Dean said, smacking his hand against the table. “We should’ve known he was behind this.”

“I think we’ve got bigger problems than chastising ourselves or Gabriel,” Sam reasoned.

“What?”

“We don’t know how to fix Y/N. And you saw the way Gabriel reacted—he wasn’t expecting this.”

“Serves him right,” Dean muttered.

“But Y/N doesn’t.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Gabriel gave her amnesia. But I don’t think he knows how to fix it.”

Dean stared at Sam, face falling slightly. “If he doesn’t know…”

Sam nodded, his brow creased with concern. If Gabriel didn’t know how to fix you, there was little hope that anything but hard work and lots of time could.

“Shit.”

You’d stepped into the library, listening to the brothers. You felt bad that they were upset because of what had happened to you. You didn’t remember anything about them, but you couldn’t help but feel that you’d trusted them in the past. You got the feeling that these two had given their all in order to keep you safe, happy. You hoped you’d responded similarly.

And that man, that angel. He’d seemed so upset that you didn’t remember him. And if what he’d said was true, that you’d been in a relationship with him… he was no doubt hurting.

“Y/N?” Sam asked, finding you standing in the doorway.

“I’m… sorry,” you said. You weren’t sure what you were apologizing for exactly, but you couldn’t think of any other word to say.

“Don’t,” Dean said. “This isn’t your fault. It’s Gabriel’s.”

“I know, but… maybe if I wasn’t in a relationship with him, he wouldn’t have done this.”

The brothers shared a look. They’d known that something was going on between you and Gabriel but you’d kept that part of your life a slight secret.

“Y/N, don’t blame yourself,” Sam said. “Gabriel… does this sort of thing all the time. He loves messing with us. It’s not your fault.”

You couldn’t help but feel that those were but empty words, hiding true feelings.

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Gabriel stood in his humble abode, pacing the foyer.

“If you continue this, there will be a path in the carpet,” Castiel said, appearing.

“Oh, thank Father you’re here.”

“What’s wrong? It’s very unusual for you to call for assistance.”

“I… might’ve messed up.”

Cas frowned. “How?”

“I wanted to mess with the Winchesters, so I gave Y/N…”

“Gabriel?” Cas braced himself for the worst.

“Amnesia.”

“What?”

“I only meant for her to forget them but… she forgot everything.” Gabriel wilted slightly. “She forgot me.”

Cas sighed. He was well used to his elder brother’s tricks and part of him thought that perhaps Gabriel deserved what was happening to him. But a larger part argued that Cas needed to help Gabriel set things right. “You have no way to restore her memory?”

Gabriel shook his head. “I didn’t think this would happen. The spell was supposed to wear off after a day or two, but… nothing’s going the way I’d planned.”

Cas was silent for a few moments. “Perhaps it’s time we brought in a bigger reinforcement.”

Gabriel’s brow creased slightly before raising, his eyes widening. “You don’t mean…”

Cas nodded before reaching over, taking his brother’s arm, and poofing away.

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You were getting kind of tired of people popping into the bunker unannounced. You stared at the curly-haired man, noting his casual attire and two-day scruff.

“Chuck,” Dean said. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s come to my attention that Gabriel has… messed up.”

“Damn right he has. Y/N doesn’t remember a damn thing! These past few days have been like living with a child, teaching her things she should know.” Dean turned to you, a small sheepish look on his face. “Sorry.”

“Usually I don’t condone to stepping in. Gabriel had made a decision to play this prank, he should deal with the consequences. But since Y/N is being affected as well…”

“You can fix her?” Sam asked.

“I can try.” Chuck stepped forward, stopping in front of you. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Hi?”

“I know you don’t remember me, but I need you to trust me.”

“Um…” You looked over at the Winchesters, who gave you a nod.

Chuck reached forward, resting his hand on your head. You felt a little ridiculous, sitting there. But then you felt blinding pain shooting through your skull.

“What are you doing to her?” Dean asked, springing from his chair as you doubled over, yelling in pain. Chuck kept one hand on your head, holding the other out towards Dean.

“Don’t,” Chuck said. “Memory restoration, especially as far back as she needs it, is painful. Like mending bones.”

After a few minutes, Chuck retracted his hand. You stayed bent over, your own hands reaching up to cup your head.

“Y/N?” Sam asked. “You okay?”

“I need Tylenol,” you muttered. “And whiskey.”

“Sounds like the Y/N we knew,” Dean said.

You straightened slightly, peeking at the Winchesters through your fingers. “Where’s Gabriel?”

“You remember him?” Sam asked.

“I remember he’s a dirty little sneak who plays tricks on the unexpected and I’m gonna kick his ass for using me as a pawn.”

“What else do you remember?” Dean asked.

You sighed. “That he and I are dating,”

“Which you never told us about.”

“Yeah. Sorry. But we’re dating and even though he’s an asshat sometimes, I can’t help but love him.”

Gabriel poked his head around the corner. “My ears are ringing.”

“Hey. Asshole. What’s the big idea of erasing my memory?”

Gabriel approached, kneeling in front of you. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to forget everything. I just wanted to mess with the boys.”

“Rude,” Dean scoffed.

“Please,” Gabriel said, ignoring the Winchester. “Please forgive me, Y/N.”

“You promise me you’ll never do anything like that again?”

“Promise.”

You leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Gabriel’s forehead. “I’m gonna hold you to that. As is your father.”

Gabriel’s cheeks flushed slightly.

You looked up at the Winchesters. “Now, where’s my whiskey and pain pills?”

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