do i get to hunt with him

anonymous asked:

Witch AU where the trainer is secretly a witch, who is being hunted down and Gladion, without knowing, falls in love with them. AU has two endings good and bad, which ending do you believe Gladion will end up in?

I didn’t really get this ask, it’s… not head canons. I am intrigued, though.

Bad Ending, I think, would be something along the lines of you being shot or close to dying or something and Gladion comes in at the very last moment. Maybe he’s crying, holding you, asking you if this is why you became distant with him. You don’t answer him. You just smile at him and tell him you’re sorry. And everything goes dark.

Good Ending would probably have Gladion telling you he knew, he found out through his sister Lillie who is also a witch, and he manages to save you before you’re dealt the killing blow.

I hope that was what you meant, if not, the ask section is always open. 

Liar, Liar: Part 1

(( OOC: Girl played by: @sirussly )) 

Remus: *quietly enters the werewolf “den”, setting his things aside*

Fenrir: *smiles pleasantly as he finishes binding a young woman’s hands to a chair* 

Girl: *whimpers* 

Fenrir: Hm… rough day?

Fenrir: *glances at the girl, contemplating* *leans forward and sniffs* 

Girl: *pulls against straps, trying to get away*

Fenrir: *grins* She smells like a muggle.

Remus: *licks lips nervously* Especially if there are more than one in the same goddam area. I can only do so much. 

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Come Here Little Girl

Word count: 2,366

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, rough sex, slight bondage

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @thedevilsbestie for your request!

On a hunt, Y/N is surprised to find out in such circumstances, a kink that she has – as is Dean. They try it out when they get back to the motel room.

“I am not doing that. No way!” You shouted through the motel room.
“Come on Y/N this is where he’s going to be and it’s probably our only chance to kill him.” Dean argued. “I have to go too.”
You snorted, “You get to wear clothes though, you don’t have to go in your fucking underwear!”
You had been on this case for the past two weeks trying to find the vampire that was terrorising the city, so of course you wanted to kill the son of a bitch. But the only problem was that he only showed his face once a fortnight at a club downtown. The club looked like your average sort of club from the outside but in reality it was invite only. Not only that but the invites were for men who had girlfriends and partners that would come along only in their underwear (or less) and then, “I don’t even want to think about what sort of stuff happens in that club at night.”

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TW Prediction

Stiles’ real name is “Mieczyslaw” which means “sword of glory” so what if Stiles has something to do with fixing Kira’s sword back into place. What if Scott doesn’t need to bite him to get through the rift because there is still a little fox spirit left in him. This would explain some theories made throughout season 5 of Stiles being a supernatural. And the ability for Stiles to fix the sword could mean many things:

1. They could get Kira back but the writers are such racist motherfuckers I doubt it will happen.

2. The sword will be used to bring Theo back to hell (I hope)

3. The sword could be used to open some kind of rift or barrier that will allow humans to pass through.

4. The sword will be used to eliminate the wild hunt once and for all.

But I still believe the sword is an important object we should pay attention to, especially the amount of attention it’s been given the past couple episodes.

personal rant

as a vegan, hunting season will now always be something i dread because my entire family and close to 95% of everyone i know participates in killing animals this time of year.

the other day i asked my father why he killed animals. does it make him feel good? does he like killing?

he said he did so to eat and because he liked getting out in nature. he repeated that last bit a few times.

let me just make a few things very clear.

you do not need to kill animals to eat

  • the money you spent on bullets to kill that animal could have bought you a few dinners worth of plant based food
  • the money you spend on hunting clothes could have bought you weeks worth plant based foods
  • the money you spent on the guns and bows to hunt these animals could have bought you months of plant based foods

but you need to kill animals to eat???

you do not need to kill animals to enjoy nature

  • go take a hike
  • sit in the trees
  • nap in a hammock

but you kill animals to enjoy nature??? 

the idea that hunting and killing animals is not only accepted but celebrated hurts me to the core. i wish i didn’t have to deal with this personally. 

Soul

Sam Winchester x Reader (f)

Summary:
When Sam returned from hell soulless he’d made it pretty clear he didn’t want you anywhere near him. After  having gone almost two years solo, you were hunting a werewolf and Sam was hunting to get you back. This time with a soul.

“And I told you I didn’t want you around any more!” Sam raged at you, his eyes filled with pure hatred whereas yours were filled with nothing but terror.
“I don’t want to leave you like this.” You tried to speak calmly.
“I don’t care! I don’t have a soul, Y/N. I. Don’t. Care.”
“But I do. I want to hep you, Sam. We can get your soul back, me you and Dean.” You offered the same alternative you’d been offering for ages.”
“Again. Don’t care.” He smiled, he had the audacity to smile “Just leave.
Tears streamed down your face as you packed your bag and left. You’d leave Dean a message on his phone when you were long gone. 
You couldn’t do this anymore.

18 months later

In a quick, scything motion, the blade sliced through the vampires neck causing the head and torso to fall to the floor. That was the last of them.
You gave the area another check just to make sure before heading back to your car. Tossing the duffle in the boot, you slumped in the drivers seat and started the engine.

You’d gotten used to motels and moving about again. The Bunker was strangely homely after not too long. But, of course the Bunker wasn’t your home anymore. You belonged on the road so others didn’t.

You sat at the small table, waiting for your laptop to load up as you watched through the window. In a day almost fifty or so cars pulled in or out of each motel, it seemed. Today was especially busy. In fact, it was so busy you didn’t notice a 67 Chevy Impala pull up. It was so busy, the boys who got out didn’t notice your car parked less than two lanes up from theirs.

Realising you were out of beer, you figured it wouldn’t matter if you quickly popped to the corner shop to grab another pack. Snatching your jacket from the rail and tightening the laces on your combats, you headed out- too busy watching your step to notice a certain Winchester staring.

“Dean.” Sam nudged his brother urgently, his eyes not leaving the back of you as you neared the shop. “Is that?” Dean began.
“That’s Y/N.” Sam’s eyes were wide. He stopped whatever he was planning on doing next and sped-walked his way over to the direction you went, closely followed by Dean, who held him back. “You really think that’s a good idea?” Dean scoffed.
“I have to talk to her, Dean!” Sam protested- desperate to see Y/N again.

“Oh yeah, the guy who told her to get out of his face wants to talk to her. That’ll go swimmingly won’t it?” 
Sam seemed to consider this. He relaxed enough for Dean to let go of his arm and hesitated. “I have to talk to her, Dean.” He repeated, this time more pleadingly. 
Dean sighed. “At least wait a bit. Chances are she’s on the same case. For all we know she’s finished it.” 

Sam smirked, you always knew how to get the job done in the most efficient way. He nodded slowly and turned back round. Dean seemed satisfied enough and began heading over to the main reception to check in when Sam sped off. “Sammy!” Dean warned. But then he stopped- Sam had to do this.


You frowned at the lack of beers in the aisle and decided against asking anyone if there were any out the back. Instead, you gave up and decided to go back to the Motel.
On your way out you quite literally walked into someone who seemed to be in one hell of a rush. He was tall. Very tall.
“Oh, sorry.” You mumbled, not bothering to look up. However, the stranger made you stop and look by saying your name. 
Your eyes glanced up, followed by your head. There he was.
His light stubble tracing his jawline perfectly, hazel to green to blue eyes created a pallet of colours, past ear-length chestnut hair and the same damn flannel shirts. 
“Sam?” You tried to sound angry or stern, but your shocked voice was barely a whisper.

“Y/N.” He said your name again, relieved to finally have a face to call it to. 
Opening your mouth to speak, you realised you had nothing to say. You had so many questions but how could you possibly phrase any of them. Before you had a chance to even try he did the last thing you’d expect him to do. 
He started crying.

All your anger was replaced with confusion. “Sam…?” You asked, more cautiously this time. He smiled between the tears and you brought him into a hug. A second of hesitation and he was hugging back. His warmth enveloped you as his arms wrapped around your torso. 
“What happened?” You asked innocently, your voice almost breaking with sadness.

“I got my soul back.” He chuckled in among his tears. “Y/N I’m so sorry.” He sniffed, hugging you even tighter. “Oh God I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it I love you so much.” He wept.

“I love you too.” You whisper, closing the gap between you. Your lips collided with a soft and slow passion. He kissed back, you both savoring the moment. “I love you.” He repeated, pulling away and staring lovingly into your eyes.


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4

I Don’t Do Jealous


The hunt through time to stop Vandal Savage continues, you and the rest of the team get prepared to face him while Rip comes up with the best time to strike. In the beginning, you thought travelling through time to stop the bad guy would be easy, thinking that it would be one quick trip and you would all return home in no time. Your adventures thus far with this team have proven otherwise. You can’t even remember how long it has been from the moment you decided to join this crusade. When the missions is complete and the time has come to go home, you can return with your head held high knowing you saved the world from a great evil.

Your teammates are a bunch of unique individuals, who in an ideal situation, would be unlikely to work together. Yet here you all are, travelling through space and time with one another, learning to work as a team effectively. Slowly but surely you are getting there. Sure, Snart and Rory are a bit of a wildcard but even they have proved themselves to be worthy team players, which you never thought for a second would happen. 

For some reason, Snart draws you in. The more time you spend getting to know him the more a bond between you forms. Of all the people on this ship, you did not expect to catch a soft spot for Leonard Snart, a well-known criminal. He’s not your go to type but there’s just something about him. Maybe it’s the way his cold blue eyes stare directly into yours when he is talking to you. Or perhaps it’s the way a small smirk forms on his lips whenever you stand your ground with the others and when he sees you fighting. You can deny it all you want but the fact is you have feelings towards Leonard. 

At this very moment, Leonard is contently watching you from a close distance. He casually lays on the floor, resting his head against one of the metal pillars behind him, one leg crossed over the other. You are sitting down in the middle of the floor in a meditating position to focus your mind, using your telekinetic abilities to levitate random objects around your body. They orbit around you like the planets do with the sun, you are the life force that keeps them going and Leonard finds it oddly satisfying to watch. You don’t have a concentrated look on your face, it is free from any expression as you carry out this display with such ease. 

Even with your eyes completely closed you can still feel Leonard’s eyes on you.”You know it’s rude to stare, right?” A smile appears on your face as you direct a question to him. 

To which he smugly replies. “Did you know that I don’t have any manners? And I wasn’t staring, don’t flatter yourself.”

You open your eyes and turn your head to face him whilst keeping all the objects in the air, even he can’t deny the fact that is rather impressive. “You’re such a charmer, Snart.” He laughs slightly at your comment.

What he likes about you the most is your sarcastic sense of humour, it strikes well with him. While many others would be easily offended by your sharp tongue and forward nature, Snart admires it. Sure, you may be like the others on this team who believe in protecting the innocent and doing what is best for the greater good and all, but he sees something different in you. You’re not afraid to make those tough choices that the others are morally restricted by. You can easily take back control of a situation when it is spiralling downwards and that is why this team needs you. That and so you can keep him and Rory in check because they respect you enough to actually listen. 

Deciding that you have trained your mind enough for today you get up onto your feet. That’s when Ray enters the room with his pearly white smile, causing Snart to roll his eyes and look the other way. Although he has grown to tolerate Ray he still can’t stand him at the best of times. 

“Hey, y/n. I’ve been looking all over for you.” Ray stops a few steps away from you. 

“Hey Ray, is there a problem?” You return a small smile. 

“There’s no problem exactly… But I could use your help with something.” He begins to say walking towards you slowly. Even Snart can tell that he is clearly trying to be flirtatious in the way he carries himself and how he looks at you. This isn’t exactly the first time he has witnessed him flirting with you either.

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Imagine Scott and Lydia talking about 5x16 after they get their memories back:


Scott grabs Lydia’s hand and sits her down in a chair across from him. 


“Lydia, do you remember when Stiles saved your life?”


“Which time are you referring to?”


Scott showed a small laugh and let out a sigh.


“Remember when Stiles and I were rushing you to the animal clinic after the escape from Eichen.”


“Well I remember being in so much pain. I remember hearing Stiles screaming my name banging the door over and over. I remember leaning back in relief seeing Stiles burst through those 2 doors…”


Lydia paused for a minute, she let out a breath that she wasn’t even aware of holding in. Scott looked concerned, until Lydia finished her sentence.


“I felt so safe when he had his arms around me. He always tried to be one step ahead of me, and his chin would sometimes brush over my head. He caught me in his arms every time I collapsed and his body heat would stop my shivering.”


“I remember how close we were in the jeep. My eyes were focused on his traceable moles. I still remember it, every last detail.”


“You know I could of killed both of you that night, with just one scream.”


“Yeah but you didn’t. Even when the mirror cracked it gave me the urge to drive even faster.”


“I broke Stiles’ mirror?”


“Yeah, but it technically wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t control yourself.”


“But Scott, Stiles didn’t even bat an eye. Doesn’t that boy love his jeep more than anything in this world.”


“Lydia, he loves you more than anything in this world.”


Lydia showed a shy smile while looking down at the carpeted floor. The same shy smile she always tried to hide from Stiles.


“Lydia what else do you remember about that night?”


“I remember you guys carrying me into the clinic. My body felt terrible, like this kind of pain spreading everywhere and it wouldn’t go away.


Lydia paused to catch her breath.


"I screamed. I screamed so loud the windows shattered into pieces and everything just went dark and silent. I thought I killed everyone in that room. I thought I even killed myself.”


“But I couldn’t have killed myself… because I opened my eyes and I saw the same traceable moles. I gazed up to see Stiles, he was the first person I saw. Stiles saved me.”


“Lydia that’s what I need to tell you about.”


“What do you need to tell me Scott?”


“The darkness you felt… the silence you heard…”


“I remember watching Stiles hold onto your face. He was begging for your life, begging for you to wake up. He was breaking apart every second you wouldn’t respond.”


“Lydia, I didn’t even hear a single heart beat come out of you. You were dead.”


“I remember getting violent flashbacks to Allison’s death. I thought "how the hell am I gonna deal with telling my best friend the girl he loves is dead, and how the hell am I gonna live the rest of my life knowing one of my best friends died”.“


The room went silent, Lydia was trying to absorb this all in.


"Stiles kept looking over at me, almost like a puppy crying for help. I just stood there absolutely frozen.”


“I thought it was all over. I thought there was no way to bring you back to life. No supernatural tricks could ever fix this. Everything was gone.”


“But it was Stiles, no tricks, no super powers, no extraordinary thing. It was just Stiles. Stiles repeatedly asking you to open your eyes, urging you to wake up. Stiles who was slowly tearing apart from reality realizing he would still be alive in a world where you’re not. Stiles, who was about to have a panic attack you wouldn’t be able to fix.”


Scott stared off into the distance. A focused object crossing between another gave him a blur.


“I knew exactly how he felt. It felt like he was holding his own life, his whole future planed ahead with that person. His whole world shattered into pieces within seconds. Nothing will ever feel the same.”


A tear streamed down Scotts right eye. Lydia reached out to hold his hand across the table in comfort. She misses Allison. And now she misses Stiles. Everything Scott just said is everything she’s feeling right now. Her world doesn’t feel complete without the boy she loves. 


“Why has no one ever told me this before?”


“Stiles and I have discussed it before. He thought it wasn’t important for you to know. "As long as you were alive and still here”.“


Lydia felt a cold shiver headed her way. She really wished for Stiles’ presence because all she wanted to do right now was hold him in her arms. She wanted to grasp his soft dark brown hair in her small hands, she wanted to smell his cheap cologne and laundry detergent used for his flannels. Because for Lydia, all of that was her world. Stiles is her whole world.


"Why did you decide to tell me this now?”


“Because it’s pretty huge Lydia. You can’t just bring someone back to life like that. You guys have a special connection. A bond that can’t be broken.”


Lydia’s breathing started slowing down.


“And that’s why we felt his presence. That’s why we never forgot him.”


“YOU never forgot him Lydia. You were the one who figured it out. You’re the second half of the equation, the second side to the same coin.”


Scott and Lydia stood up from their seats to get a drink, resting their elbows on the kitchen island.


“It’s me isn’t it. I’m the one who’s gonna be able to bring him back.”


“Yeah and now we need to think like Stiles.”


“What’s that?”


“Come up with a plan.”

Dating Dean Winchester would Include…


-meeting each other by accident when you, a retired hunter and cop, arrested him for trespassing

-him flirting with you the whole time and you pretending not to like it

-him getting super jealous all the time cause in his mind you’re way too good for him

-really he gets jealous of anyone that so much as looks at you

-he once threatened a guy for complimenting the band on your shirt

-helping each other during hunts

-*casually discussing dinner plans while decapitating a vamp*

-him telling you the cheesiest pick up lines even even after you started dating

-”hey baby, if I flip a coin, what are the chances of me getting head?”

-”Dean we are in the middle of sex.”

-Sam loving you because you make his brother so happy

-Sam having many mental scars from walking in on you two because Dean likes to do it around the bunker

-staying up late with Dean just talking or cuddling when he can’t sleep

-you always wanting to cuddle with him

-he acts like he doesn’t like it but secretly he probs loves it more than you do

-him not knowing what he did to deserve you

-tag team hustlers

-you distract the guy while dean takes the money

-him being completely and utterly in love with you

-like seriously he didn’t know he could feel that much until you came around

-you loving him back just as much

-you and Sam bonding over embarrassing stories of dean’s childhood.

-”He used to dress up as batman everyday.”

-”Shut up Sam!”

-having little fights about dumb things that neither of you really care about

-make up sex afterwards

-having huge fights which include screaming and throwing things, and one of you ends up storming out

-the other waiting up until they get back

-intense make up sex afterwards

-him being the best guy you’ve ever been with, in all aspects (wink wink)

-him cooking breakfast for you since he almost always wakes up first

-him laying in bed watching you because you’re just so beautiful

-he get turned on by like everything that you do

-bite your lip, turned on, bend over turned on, looking his direction, turned on

-you trying your best to help him with the mark of Cain

-your whole world falling down around you when you hear that he’s dead

-nearly sobbing the whole time when he comes back as a demon and tried to kill you and Sam

-Demon Dean coming on to you and trying to convince you to come with him but you refuse, knowing he’s not your Dean

-when it’s all over, he hates himself for hurting you but you reassure him it wasn’t his fault and you still love him

-make up sex afterwards

-just being the ultimate power couple

I’m In Love With You

Request: Could you do a Alec Lightwood imagine of how your Izzy’s Parabati and best friend and you’re ex boyfriend (who she doesn’t like at all) is a envoy sent to the Institute to enlist the readers help on a hunt and Alec is jealous and overprotective since he loves her (which Izzy and Jace call him out on) and after the hunt she comes back hurt and he gets so pissed at the ex and she has to breaks up the fight between them, Alec confesses to loving her?? Which she reciprocates?

Pairing: ReaderXAlec

Word count: - 1.9k

Warnings: mild language 

Authors Note: Hey guys! I’m so sorry this has took so long! I’ve just been preparing for my exams that are next week, so I may be able to post another imagine this week. If not I will be back after my exams have finished, I know this is such a pain but after they are over I will be back to regular updates! I hope you understand. Anyways sorry for blabbering on, enjoy the imagine :D

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Y/n POV

You were currently heading to the control room, you had woken up late because you couldn’t find the shampoo when you were in the shower, making you even more late. You skidded into the room only to have all of the shadowhunters in there turn and look at you.

“Where have you been?” Izzy looks you up and down, you had the usual on, clothing wise but your usual hairstyle of your long wavy hair cascading down your back wasn’t there today. You had a quick, messy bun sat on the top of your head.

“ I couldnt find the shampoo” you state walking over to the monitor that everyone was crowding around.

“ Yeah, I can tell” Izzy giggles, you shoot her a playful glare. You couldn’t quite see so you moved to stand next to Alec. He sensed someone was near and he smiled as soon as he saw you. You grinned back.

“ Whats going on?” You whisper to him.

“ We are going on a mission today its going to be quite risky but we have a member of the Clave coming to see the operation through. So, it should be okay. Its for Clary’s benefit as usual” he says calmly, glancing at me. One of the things me and Alec had in common was our hatred for this Clary girl, she came in and ruined everything.  I just sighed, I hated missions. Especially when a boring, old Clave member was in charge.

“ Ugh, could you be bothered” you roll your eyes earning a glare from Jace, he was only so dedicated to these Clary missions because he was utterly and completely in love with her. It was so obvious.

“Well, well, well I cant believe my little Y/N is here” you hear a familiar voice from behind you. You feel Alec stiffen instantly .

You turn around slowly, to be met face to face with your ex-boyfriend Rowan, the classic blond, blue eyed, surfer dude looking type, except he thought the world revolved around him.

“ Your fucking kidding right?” You ask sarcastically to Hodge, you knew for a fact Rowan worked for the Clave so he was here to carry out the mission.

“ Now, now, princess that’s not language you should be using” Rowan
says placing a hand on you face, but you quickly flinch from his touch. You feel an arm round your waist, only to find it was Alec’s. He was glaring at Rowan.

“ Don’t you dare touch me!” You spat, if only looks could kill.

“ I see you’re still a feisty one” Rowan chuckled, walking toward the monitor and turning to face the crowd of Shadowhunters.

“ Good morning everyone, my name is Rowan Barkton, I am member of the Clave and I’m here to run this mission” he shouts. A cocky smirk spread across his face. He suddenly pulled out a piece of paper.

“ I will call your name out, if you have been selected to carry out this operation” he says opening the piece of paper up.

“ Jace Wayland, Y/N  Y/L/N and myself” he states, you feel Alec’s grip on you tighten “ If you were not called please go about your daily duties”

“ Fuck this ” you mutter to yourself. Alec must of heard you because he was grinning, he released you from his grip. All of the Shadowhunters walked back to their desks,  except you, Jace, Izzy and Alec.

“ Why are you still here?” Rowan sighs looking at Alec.

“ If Y/n and Jace are going, I am” he rolls his eyes, you could tell he was annoyed, so you slipped your hand in his to try and calm him down.

“ Same here, we are all Parabati we work better together” Izzy added. Earning a groan of frustration from Rowan.

“ I’m sorry but these were strict order from Idris” he says. You roll your eyes. “ Please don’t make this difficult”

“ Fuck you” Alec mutters. He turned to you and pulled you into a hug, whispering in your ear to be safe. Then walked away. Izzy sent you a quick smile before running after her brother. Your face Rowan.

“ You got what you wanted, now, whats the mission?” You question sourly.

“ The mortal sword was taken from the Silent City yesterday, and we need your help to retrieve it from the greater demon that took it” he replied calmly.

“ Better get our gear on then” Jace mumbles, heading out the room, you followed.

After getting your gear on you meet the other two at the entrance of the institute.

“ You ready?” Rowan asks us, only to have you and Jace nod silently.

You finally arrived at the Pandemonium. The mission was going great, you had found the suspects dancing on the nightclub dance floor. You turned to Jace and Rowan.

“ how we playing this?” You question in a hushed tone.

“ corner, question, kill” Rowan stated simply without even a glance your way.

You nodded and headed over to the Ravener demons on the dance floor, Jace closely behind. As you get into position you glanced over to your team, they all nod once showing you they are in place for attack.

Everything after that was all a blur, you were tearing a demon to pieces with your Seraph blade when suddenly something jumped you from behind.

“Y/n!!” You heard Jace yell as you his the ground, the impact made you wince. After what felt like seconds you felt an excruciating stabbing pain coming from your arm. You move your head to find the Ravener demon biting your arm like it had been starved for an eternity. The pain was unbearable, you screamed out in pain. The wound was burning with a pulse.

After building the energy you managed to some how tackle the monster and send it back to whenever it came from.

By now there was a huge circle gathered around the fight, watching with excitement. The last thing you saw was Rowan grabbing The Mortal Sword before blacking out.


Alec’s POV


You were so worried about Y/n and Jace out on this mission. You hated that Rowan kid, even when he was with Y/n you hated his guts. He was such a douche-bag.

“ How you holding up big brother?” Izzy says quietly sitting besides you on the couch.

“ I’m just worried” you state back simply. You feel Izzy place a hand on your shoulder.

“ Is this about Y/n? ” she says out of nowhere. It startles you and you glance at her quickly.

“ What do you mean?” You say too quickly.

“ I mean you make it so obvious that your completely in love with my Parabatai” she replies coolly.

“ What-tt… No that’s not possible!” You throw back quickly in a panicked tone.

“Come on, Alexander, as soon as you tell her how you feel, the sooner I can plan your wedding” she giggled whilst getting up, heading to the door.

“ Even if I did feel that way she wouldn’t love me back the same way” you sigh, looking at your shoes.

“ You would be surprised” was all Izzy said before she vanished into the corridor.

Y/n POV


The dreamlike state you were in was like floating under deep dark water, but somehow you could breath. Was this what it is like die? You thought to yourself. It was very hot here but it was peaceful…

“ We need to remove the demon poison” you hear a familiar voice instruct, wait… Izzy? You open your eyes to see all the Infirmary Shadowhunters gathered around you.

“On it” you hear somebody else say. Your wound was still burning, but the flames had moved down your arm and up to your chest. No words could describe the pain. You screamed when somebody poured a liquid over the open bite.

“Where is she?!” You here a stern but panicked voice, Alec….

“ She in here, we are trying to get the Ravener poison out before its too late” Izzy says quickly before rushing off. A woman was currently cleaning your wound.

Seconds later Izzy returned with handfuls of bandages.

“ We managed to get the poison out in time”  the same woman stated to Alec and Izzy.

“ Thank God” Alec mutters to himself.

“ She will just need an Iratze and the bite to be covered up”  Izzy says walking over to you, smiling.

“ Hey, little warrior… Your going to be just fine” she says softly stroking your hair as she gave you an Iratze.

You smile weakly, only to drift back into a deep slumber.

You jump awake to booming voices for outside your room. You struggle up, and slip off the uncomfortable infirmary bed. It was like sleeping on a stone slab.
 
“ You were supposed to look out for her!!!” You hear a loud yell from behind the door. As you neared it the voices became clearer. It was Alec.

“Well maybe she should of been trained better!! Ever since she left Idris she has become weak!!” You hear Rowan’s voice spit back.

“ Well maybe her asshole EX-Boyfriend shouldn’t of driven her away!” Alec screams back, you had never heard him raise his voice like this.

“ Excuse me, pretty boy, I was the best fucking thing that ever happened to her! Plus at least I had the courage to tell her I loved her!” Rowan yells, what the hell was he on about?? Then suddenly you hear a crash, then a yelp. What the fuck?!

Right that was enough, you fling the door open to be greeted by pissed Alec and a Rowan who was clutching his bleeding forehead. Once Rowan had composed himself he flung his body at Alec, knocking them both to the ground.

After the shock had gone through you they had got a few punches in.

“ Guys!! Stop!!” You say grabbing Rowan’s aimed arm.

“ Y/n let go” Rowan warns, glaring at you. Then an idea hit you, you clenched your fist and punched his face so hard that you heard bones crunch. He fell off of Alec holding his now, broken nose.

“ What the fuck Y/n! You’re such a bitch!” He shouts, a bit muffled from his hands. Eventually he got up and ran down the corridor, without looking back.

You turn to Alec and grin, which he returned.

“ Damn Y/n, I didn’t know you could punch like that” he says in an amused tone, whilst getting to his feet.

“ There’s a lot you don’t know about me Lightwood” you laugh.

“ You’re adorable when you laugh” He says shyly, looking at his feet.

“ You’re cute when your shy” you reply, a small smile tugging at your lips. He looks up and grins.

“Y/n…. Can I tell you something?” He whispers, moving closer to you.

“ Sure” you whisper back, looking him straight in the eyes, he had beautiful dark eyes that you could gaze into for hours.

“ I’m in love with you” he says dropping his head. The words he had just said to you had been a phrase you had longed for. Alec Lightwood had just told you that HE was in LOVE with YOU!

You creep up to him and lift his head up with two fingers.

“ Its a good job I love you too” you whisper before reaching up on your toes, to placing your lips on his.

For a second he was shocked but he began to kiss back. You both moved in sync, getting heated by the second. After a minuet or so you both pull back for air. You open your eyes to see a cute boyish grin plastered on Alec’s face.

“ Woah” he breaths out. Almost speechless.

“Woah indeed” you laugh, before taking his hand and heading to the control room.

Dean knows hunting is a terrible lifestyle, he grew up moving around place to place, he lived on the road and he missed out the simply joys of actually having a childhood. But he doesn’t care. He realizes his mom never wanted this for him, but I bet if he could redo his life, he’d do it over again in a second.

It’s like when he had the djinn fantasy. All of those innocent people died to monsters… it’s when he finally gets that his suffering is worth saving dozens of people in all those years.

Monsters

Title: Monsters

Characters: Daddy!Dean, Wife!Reader, Little Grace, Uncle!Sam, and Uncle!Cas

Word Count: 565

Request by @iamstarfire said: Hi :) Have you ever seen Monsters inc.? I know a little childish but you know when Sully scares Boo? Can you do that but with the readers & Dean’s daughter, Dean & Sam get into a fight and she gets scared of him & goes to Sam, Thank you. :D

A/N: I hope you like it!! Enjoy the fluffiness!!


“Dean relax, Y/N and I can handle this! Just let her finish changing and we’re heading back out!”

“Damnit Sam, this is why I freaked out so much when we got pregnant, for exact moments like this!! Why the hell did you let Y/N talk you into a hunt and how the fuck did you not kill the vamp?! Damnit I knew something like this was going to happen.” Dean yelled as he stalked out of the room, heading down the hallway to the garage.

“Excuse me I was trying to get Y/N out of there as fast as possible. They have my scent too ya know, they could come for me and not her!” Sam yelled back as he followed.

Grace heard the commotion and came out of the playroom, following her daddy and uncle’s voices.

“Sam, I gave you one job. Keep Y/N and Grace safe while I was gone. Damnit I knew I shouldn’t have had a kid! Just one more thing to worry about.”

As the door slammed in Sam’s face he turned, letting out a long breath. Taking a few steps he stopped when he saw Grace’s eyes welling up with tears.

“Why is daddy yelling!” she started to wail. “Why is he mad at me unca Sammy!!” Sam went over to her, scooping her up into his arms.

Soothing her he walked her into the kitchen, grabbing a chair and holding her in his arms until she stopped crying. “He wasn’t mad at you sweetie, I promise. Daddy’s just scared that’s all.”

Grace pushed back and looked up at him with her puffy eyes, “daddy doesn’t get scared!”

Walking up to the kitchen door you heard Sam laugh a little. “Oh yes he does, he just doesn’t like people knowing that.”

“No he doesn’t,” you added as you walked over to them. “Sweet pea daddy got scared that mommy or uncle Sam might get hurt. But he loves you so, so much, he could never be mad at you.”

Grace pouted a little, “he was when I colored on Baby with my chalk.” Both you and Sam started laughing.

“Well yeah sweetie, you know better than to do that. This is different though, daddy just wants all of us to be safe.”

The three of you jumped when you heard the slamming of a car door followed shortly by the slamming of the garage door.

Sam looked over to you, “huh, guess you were right.”

“Which of you geniuses hid the machete’s? Huh? You two are lucky I checked when I got a bit down the road and wasn’t at the freaki-“ Dean stopped the second he saw Grace’s eyes. “Oh little apple pie what’s wrong?”

“You got mad at me!” Grace shouted and buried her head into Sam’s chest.

“Oh sweetheart I could never get mad at you,” Dean came over and grabbed her from Sam’s arms. “Sweetie pie I just got a little,”

“Scared?”

Dean laughed, “yes baby, a little scared. It’s okay though, I’m going to take care of it.”

“No,” you cut in, “the three of us will handle it and uncle Cas can come play with Gracie. How does that sound peanut?”

“I wanna play with unca Cas!! Go fight the monster’s daddy! Mama and unca Sammy too! Cas is gonna play dress up with me!”

“Again?!” Gracie giggled as Cas rolled his eyes.

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Cornerstone Needed, Apply Within

Pairing: Dean/Cas
Length: 2.2k
Tags: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dubcon Kissing, 12x03 coda

Castiel sneered at the empty passenger seat as he threw the old Ford pickup into park. The lingering scent of Crowley was still clouding up the place. He’d even rolled the windows down during the drive, but nothing helped air the King of Hell out of his life. I’ll just have to get an air freshener, he decided quickly. In whatever scent Crowley hates most. It was really the least he could do if he was doomed to buddy cop with a demon for the whole Lucifer hunt.

At least Rowena had snuffed the problem for the present. Cas would take the reprieve happily.

He sighed and slid out of the truck, trudged through the garage and into the warmth of the bunker. Angel or not, the fifteen hour car ride back from Cleveland had him stiff.

The rooms were dark. The early hours of the morning had silence laid thick as a blanket on the inside. Just the gentle pinging of the air vents to break the morbid quiet. Cas passed the kitchen and a cast of milky monitor light caught his eye. Dean was plopped at the kitchen table, laptop gleaming his dusky face into the hall, crystal tumbler beside him laughing back the details.

Cas stopped mid stride, backed up and hung in the doorway, trench swinging behind him. The bottle of Johnnie Walker beside the computer was telling secrets; Dean was drinking again. He hadn’t so much as looked sideways at a fifth since his mother had come back, but that bottle was half gone.

Cas diverted into the kitchen, pulled a chair out beside him and plopped down. “Hello, Dean.”

“I thought you were hot on the Devil’s trail,” Dean mumbled barely glancing up. He was reading through some news report on a rash of strange suicides in rural Michigan. Scrolling through a thick block of text like it had the answers to all his problems written between the lines.

“I was, but it’s run cold for now.” Cas said. He squinted, looked through the dark halls. “Where is everyone?”

The muscle at Dean’s jaw jumped. “Sam finally crashed,” he said quietly.

Cas waited, and when he realized Dean was done he asked, “And your mother?” because she’d been crawling the halls at all hours over the past few weeks too.

Dean twisted the tumbler between his fingers, sucked his cheeks between his teeth as he threw it back and drained what was left at the bottom. He tipped the bottle and poured himself another healthy dose. “She left,” he said with a slick liquor growl.

Whiskey was for forgetting.

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Will You Do The Thing?

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word count: 1,129
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Wing!Kink. Mentions of blood (unrelated to the smut).
Request: ( Anonymous ) Wing!kink with Lucifer and soulmate/hunter!reader
Request: ( Anonymous ) Could you please write a Lucifer x reader and the reader has a huge wink and grace kink? Like she’s on a hunt a gets really injured and prays to him so he shows up really mad. Fluff and/or fluff ensues!! Thank you so much for your work!

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companions comments towards the Mysterious Stranger?

Anon requested the other companions reacting to the mysterious stranger as Nick is the only one in game to do it c: 

Cait: “What the fuck?!!? stop stealing our fucking kills before I hunt you down myself”.  “Bastards  disappeared on us again, coward” 

Curie: “What a selfless vigilante! Monsier, you must let us thank you!” “He vanished? oh no did we frighten him again?” 

Codsworth: “Ah! it’s the vault tec rep! Sir wait up remember me?” “Oh bloody hell he’s gone again”. 

Dogmeat: “bork” bork?”

Danse: “Strange civilian you are interfering with brotherhood matters!” “you?..you saw him vanish right?” 

Deacon: “Shit dude how’d you get the theme tune!, hey wait up” “God dam that guys got to be a magician”. 

Hancock: “Shit I wasn’t seeing things when I was high! you rule dude!!”, “Hey where’d he go? maybe I am high”.

Maccready: “woah it’s the stranger!! don’t you have a twin in the DC area?” “Hey come back I was talking to you!!!” 

Preston: “Stop! please I want to thank you on behalf of the minute men!” “I’ll catch him one day I swear it”. 

Piper: “Stranger!! Hey, I want to feature you in the next issue!” “Every bodies afraid of the dam press”.

Strong: “Magical man kill good” “Magic man!!!!!!”

X6-88: “I think one of our coursers is on the run again, he must be dealt with”. “how’d he?….” 

Masterlist

A/N: I’ll try to update this with every fanfic I do <3 Also, if any link is not working correctly please message me.

Supernatural

Dean x Reader

Imagine Dean singing you to sleep after he sees you having a nightmare (X)

Imagine getting kidnapped on a hunt and dean comforting you (X)

Imagine Dean slowly falling in love with you (X)

Sam x Reader

Imagine Sam comforting you after a nightmare (X)

Imagine Sam helping you through a hard time (X)

Castiel x Reader

Imagine Castiel comforting you after a hunt went wrong (X)

Imagine Cas realising hes in love with you when you’re hurt on a hunt (X)

Gabriel x Reader

Imagine Gabriel consoling you after your father’s (Bobby’s) death (X)

Imagine meeting Gabriel at your job and falling in love with him (X)

Imagine ignoring Gabriel because he annoyed you with pranks (X)

Imagine Gabriel protecting you when Dean casts you out for being a demon (X)

Lucifer x Reader

Imagine snapping at Lucifer due to a stressful day at work (X)

Imagine Lucifer having to break up with you to protect you (X)

Michael x Reader

Imagine Michael being your soulmate (X)

Sam and Dean x Reader

Imagine Sam and Dean slipping sleeping aid into your coffee (X)

Imagine Sam amd Dean saving a little girl from her abusive father (X)

Bath Time

You sit on the couch, reading your book. Sam and Dean are on a hunt and Castiel is at the bunker with you, doing research for the boys while he rests. It’s been a long month. Castiel got his grace back but is cursed by the spell Rowena put on him so he needs rest but yet here he is, doing homework for the two screw ups while they’re off getting injured and fat.

You walk by him on your way to the kitchen but stop when you can smell him. “Cas, I think you need a bath or something,” you say, chuckling at him a little and he looks up to you with his bright blue eyes and gives you a weak smile. It looks as if almost all of the energy is drained from him. Almost like it’s hard just to smile, just to try.

“I’m an angel. I don’t require grooming,” he says and you laugh. “Cas, as long as you have a vessel, you need a bath. Even animals bathe themselves. They do a have-assed job but they manage to do it.” You say, sitting across from him. “It would be relaxing too, it would make you feel better,” you add and stand to go back into the kitchen but he stops you.

“Wait-” he says and you turn to him. “Do you think you could help me? I don’t quite know how to bathe,” he says, his eyes filled with what looks like exhaustion and maybe sorrow. “Of course,” you say, feeling guilt for the poor angel. “I’ll be right back, I’ll go get you a few things.” You say and head down the hallway where you grab a towel, a toothbrush, a hair dryer, and a brush and you put those things and a pair of clothes from Dean’s closet on the bathroom counter.

You head over to the dinning room and see that Cas is buried in research. “You ready Cas?” You ask and he nods and he closes the laptop and follows you into the bathroom. You begin to draw the bath water and turn to see Castiel has dropped every single article of clothing. “Oh my god, Cas, I do not need to see that,” you say shielding the, “bad,” parts with his towel. “I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but aren’t I supposed to be fully unclothed in order to bathe?” He asks and you nod. “Yes, Cas, just give me your clothes so I can go wash them,” you say and he hesitantly hands you his folded up pile of dirty clothes and you run out shutting the door behind you and yelling, “I’ll be right back.”

You can’t help but shudder at that sight. Let’s not lie, Cas has an amazing body but that was a little much.

You stuff his clothes in the washer and add soap before closing it and picking the correct settings and heading back to the bathroom. “Cas?” You call and stand close to the door. “Yes, (Y/N)?” He asks and you sigh and chuckle. “Wrap your towel around yourself okay?” You ask and he responds with a quick, “okay,” and you very slowly open the door to see an amazing sight.

Castiel’s towel is hanging dangerously low on his hips, showing his V line and his muscles tighten and contract under his tan skin as he holds up the hair dryer with a confused expression. “What is this used for?” He asks and you sigh and chuckle. “It dries your hair for you, Cas.” You say and he nods and sets it down.

You quickly run over and grab the bottle of eucalyptus basil bubble bath that smells amazingly like lavender, you poor some in and turn around once the bubbles are formed, instructing Cas verbally on removing the towel and stepping in and sitting into the tub and he does so and once you turn around, you see a lazy smile on the angel’s face and you can’t help but chuckle to yourself.

“You were right, (Y/N), this feels… very good,” he says and you nod and smile. “Okay so I guess I should help you with washing your hair and everything huh?” You ask and he nods. “Yes, I don’t quite know what to do,” he says and you nod and instruct him to lean back a little and you fill up a small pitcher with the bath water, pouring it in his hair and sticking your hand up along the front of his hairline so that none of it gets in his eyes then you squirt shampoo into your hands and run it through his hair, messaging his scalp and he lets out a low hum sound, leaning against your fingers, his eyes closed and a smile still spread on his face.

You can’t help but adore how new he is to all of this and of course you love how much he is enjoying this.

After a while of messaging, you wash out the shampoo and pour in some conditioner, doing the same, using your fingertips to dissolve all of Cas’ worry and stress and finally comes the soap where you sigh and Cas looks up at you with a happy expression on his face.

“Alright, this is the bar of soap,” you say to Cas, showing him. “Now you have to rub it everywhere alright?” You ask and he nods. “Like this?” He asks, rubbing it against his tanned, smooth chest until the white appears and you nod. “Everywhere,” you say and stand. “Now you do that and I’ll be back I’m just going to check on your laundry,” you lie and he nods, happily running the bar of soap along his arms. You don’t really need to check his laundry, there’s no way it’s even close to done yet, you just need a damn break and you definitely don’t want to actually watch him run that soap everywhere. Well, let’s face it, you do, you just don’t want him to find out. So you walk to the fridge and shove a cheese stick in your mouth and eat it, walking to the bathroom and you slowly open the door to find the soap sitting on the rail and Castiel with white soap all over him. You giggle and grab the pitcher, rinsing him off completely. “Alright, Cas, you’re done, do you want to get out now?” You ask and he nods, standing and you quickly turn on your heels, throwing the towel at him. He quickly wraps the towel around himself after seeing you squirming and looking elsewhere but then a look of mischief crosses his face and he laughs a little. “Why is it that you get so uncomfortable with me being unclothed?” He asks, his hand wrapping around your arm. “I- I uhm..” You stutter until he presses his soft lips down onto yours, pulling away quickly. “I- I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I-” you cut him off by pressing your lips up to his and he gladly accepts your lips against his until you need air and he chuckles.

“Okay why don’t you get dressed and I’ll get you some deodorant from Dean’s room or something,” you say and quickly go do that, running out and hiding your bright red face from the proud angel.

RE: WIMPOD HUNT

alright, so for those of you who don’t have me on peach, tonight has been a very big emotional roller-coaster. as y’all know, i’ve been hunting for a shiny wimpod in pokemon moon since november 29th! that’s been… 42 days.

i got my shiny wimpod in pokemon moon! then… i accidentally reset over it…  12,573 resets later. each reset takes at LEAST around 22-23 seconds, so the very least amount of time it would’ve taken to do this hunt was around 76.835~ hours.

right. that’s around AT LEAST 76.835~ hours of resetting gone to waste. we all know it took longer than that, though.

SO. kinda a mini crisis later, and what do you know, at 12,603 resets, i somehow managed to reclaim the wimpod. considering both games were at full odds and getting one so quickly after the other, it was kinda a miracle.

in short: wimpod sucks, full odds hunting is suffering, miracles exist, and i named him after what i wanted to drink after i reset over my first one