doing it all over again tomorrow

The Holster

Summary: Endverse!Cas is missing Endverse!Dean, and goes to visit him in his cabin.

Word Count: 2100

Warning: Smut, drug use, a little angst (because it’s Endverse and it’s all angsty)

A/N: I love Endverse. I hope you do, too.


Cas fucking hates the thigh holster Dean wears.

It’s sexy as all hell, of course, just like everything else about Dean. It clings to that thick muscle in just the right way to show off just how strong Dean’s legs are. It tells anyone around Dean just how prepared, steady, and dangerous he is. Most of the women sigh and bite their lips when he walks by, staring at the damn thing like it’s his cock.

But Cas fucking hates it.

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Adulthood is literally just a cycle of spending every waking minute wishing you could go to bed until it’s actually time for bed and then it becomes the absolute LAST thing you want to do because going to bed is the thing that makes tomorrow happen and then you have to do it all over again

Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.
—  Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty To Think So?
The Real Drug War

Drug Wars - You should probably read this first

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.
-Holly Black

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs,…

A/N: For people who read my J JK fic, I’m sorry, you’ll recognize one part - I just really wanted it here. None of these pictures are mine - credits to the owners.

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12x12 Coda fic

Not beta-read and ridiculously late. 

This fic would probably have never seen the light of day without @thevioletcaptain​. It’s still not perfect, but it is the best I can make it for now :)

Title: Unending

Rating: G

(AO3)


I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

(Tagore, Unending Love)


“I don’t think you should be driving, Cas.” Sam’s voice is gentle as he opens the door, gesturing for Castiel to sit.

Castiel hesitates, but nods in agreement, fumbling for the keys of his truck. There’s a clanging noise from behind them as Dean tosses the pieces of Michael’s lance into the boot before slamming it shut.

“I’ll drive it back,” Dean says stiffly, snatching them from Castiel’s hands. He hands the Impala’s keys to Sam, striding toward the truck without so much as a backward glance.

Sam lets out an irritated huff, chivying Castiel into the car before heading towards Mary. The Impala is cold, and Castiel shivers a little as he slumps in his seat, his forehead resting on the glass. The numbness is creeping as he watches Dean disappear in a cloud of dust - the enormity of what had just happened, of what he had just said out loud slowly hitting him.

No wonder Dean couldn’t wait to leave.

He watches Sam hug Mary briefly before she heads toward her own car. She waves at Castiel and Sam as she’s pulling away, her smile strained.

“You okay Cas?” Sam asks him, as he turns the key in the ignition. He sounds distracted, the corners of his mouth turned down as he waves back at his mother.  

Castiel closes his eyes.

“I’m fine.”

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7th grade science (Zach Dempsey, 13 reasons)

Other than being on the badminton team to get out of having to take a gym class, you steered clear of sports. You hated the people, the double standards, and most importantly the fact that most of the school’s budget went to sports. You took part in theater and choir and dance and art and practically any visual/performing arts activity the school had to offer. By the end of your freshman year, you were helping out at the local elementary and middle schools that were putting on plays. Star basketball player, Zach Dempsey’s little sister was apart of play productions at her school.

After coming to one of her plays that you’d helped put on, you noticed Zach has made an effort to come over and speak with you. He seemed a little shy, but the two of you carried on a conversation perfectly fine. The week after that, you noticed Zach making an effort to talk to you every day. You didn’t think anything of it on the first day. Or the second. But things got suspicious after that. His friends started being nice to you. Justin started walking you to some of your classes, Sheri complimented your makeup. Marcus even offered to help you study. None of these people had really talked to you before. You stayed guarded. Your best friend had a history of dating jocks, but other than that, jocks had nothing to do with your personal life.

On this day, your best friend had gone home sick, the two of you didn’t drive, so you usually walked home together. With her absence, your earbuds became your friend for the walk home. You were still walking down the street in front of the school when you were jolted by a honk. You looked over to see a car driving by you slowly. The back seat held none other than Zach and Marcus. Justin filled the passenger seat, while Bryce drove.

“Need a lift home, Y/N?” You hear Bryce say, laughing under his breath. All the boys were staring at you, obviously waiting for an answer.

“Um, I’m fine, but thanks.” You went to put your earbud back in and continue on your walk.

“Got homework to do?” Justin asked. You swallowed. Not making direct eye contact with any of them.

"A lot, which is why I’m gonna get going.” You put the earbud in quickly this time. Walking off at a fast rate. They were, of course, in a car though, and you couldn’t exactly speed walk away from a car under most circumstances.

"We could get you there faster.” Marcus laughed. You could hear their various comments no matter how loud you played your music. Finally, you yanked both earbuds out.

"I’m really not trying to be a bitch. Really, I’m not. And I know none of you are used to hearing the word no. But there’s a first time for everything. No, I do not want to ride with you. I want to walk home, alone, listening to the music I want to listen to. I’ll see all of you at school tomorrow.”

You looked up at the sky, dark clouds were taking over, as well as winds. You, being in a short sleeve T shirt, crossed your arms over you chest and sped up, wanting to get home before the rain started. A minute later, you looked over and they were gone. You breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uh, Y/N?” You jump, startled once again. You look up to see Zach walking next to you. He grinned at you.

"I’ve been here for a solid minute, and you haven’t noticed. What is that you’re on, twitter?” You glared at him, walking even faster now.

"This could probably qualify as harassment. Where’d the car go?” You look around in the surrounding Parking lots and on the streets.

“I told them to go on without me. I wanted to talk to you.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, still looking at you.

"Yeah, okay.” You mumbled, staring at the ground. You suddenly felt drops on your arms and on your head. It was beginning to rain.

“Shit.” You found yourself mumbling again.

You walked faster, not wanting the papers in your backpack to be completely drenched. You soon realized that Zach was a lot faster than you and could keep up with you. And suddenly, you had his letterman jacket draped over you.

"I’m fine.” You grumbled. He simply chuckled.

“You’re soaked.” He corrected. You rolled your eyes.

"And now you will be to.” He was in a tight blue T shirt, his arms crossed like yours. He smiled at you.

"Better me than you.” You gave him a side eye glance. He wanted to play gentleman, did he?

"Since when do I exist to you?” You adjusted the jacket to where it covered your head.

“What are you talking about? We’ve been friends since elementary school.” You scoffed, pursing your lips.

"Aren’t we friends?” You could feel him looking at you. You walked faster, he knew you weren’t friends before this. He knew you hadn’t talked since you’d been paired up in seventh grade science for a project.

"Do you really think we qualify as friends, Zach? Do you really think that?” You looked up at him. He looked a little hurt, but maybe like he knew you were right.

"Look, I know we just started hanging out but-” you stopped abruptly, catching him off guard.

"Hanging out? You call you and your friends following me around for a week straight ‘hanging out’? I call it creepy.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He hadn’t expected you to be so harsh and brash.

"I’m sorry okay? It’s just, my sister loved working with you so much and it just reminded me of some stuff.” He pushed his now sopping hair out of his face. You were a block away from your house, so you started walking again.

"Stuff being?” You persisted, though you walked ahead so you couldn’t see his reaction.

"It reminded me of why you’re the only girl I’ve ever really had a crush on.” You stopped. Sure, you were in front of your house, but you also couldn’t move. Zach Dempsey had a crush on you? Key word being had, but still.

"How? When? Where? W-” he cut you off this time. You were still in front of him but you heard him let out a sigh.

"Justin and them- they’re better than they seem. But they don’t get biology, or why I love it. Do you remember when we were paired up in Ms. Milton’s class in middle school for a project?” Zach looked at you. You opened the white picket fence that shut you away from your yard, walking inside the property.

"You can come in, Zach.” You held the fence open. He shuffled quickly inside. He looked surprised that you’d even invited him in. You walked up the path way and up to your porch, unlocking your front door.

"It’s not fancy like yours, but it’s home.” You held the door open for him once again and he walked inside, looking around.

"I’ll get you a towel.” You ran up the stairs, soon coming back down, handing him the towel. You gestured for him to follow you as you walked into the living room to sit on the couch. He sat next to you.

"What were you saying about Ms. Milton?” You didn’t want to let on that you knew exactly what had occurred in Ms. Milton’s class.

"Well- we were partners for a project. And- I let you pick the animal we’d do the project on. You picked whales. And I became so interested in sea life after that project. Now I wanna be a marine biologist. It all started in Ms. Milton’s.” He stared at you. He was serious. He’d been in love with you since the seventh grade.

"Yeah? Well you stopped talking to me in high school. I stopped mattering to any sports player once high school hit.” You didn’t make eye contact with him.

"Okay. Well, I thought I’d never have a chance as soon as I became a basketball player. But I’ve liked you so much- ever since middle school.” You looked up he was scratching the back of his neck.

"You do that when you get nervous.” You pointed out. He laughed a little.

"Oh yeah? When you’re anxious or nervous, you pick your nail polish off.” He was right. That was a nervous tick you had. Maybe he wasn’t such a liar after all.

"Listen, I’m sorry if the boys started to bombard you. They just- they hook up with a ton of girls and they were worried because I wasn’t into any girls they sent my way. When I finally told them about my.. thing for you, they went a bit nuts.”
You laughed a little. Justin and Marcus fucked anything that walked at parties. Bryce’s dad set it up so he could order strippers and prostitutes to come whenever he wanted. Zach was different from his friends. Everyone in the school knew it.

"Do you wanna stay for dinner Zach?” You blushed a little as you looked his way.

"Sure, but can I take you out for some food tomorrow night? Just us?”

You felt yourself blushing again. Defensive? Sure you were. But your heart was already fluttering at the idea of going to dinner with Zach Dempsey.

My least favourite type of quest in video games is the one where the archaeologist/palaeontologist NPC goes “I want to go gather more artefacts/fossils, but the area is dangerous. Be a dear and pick some up for me”, and then I, an adventurer with no background in the field whatsoever, go stomping around and cart back an armload of contextless bits and bobs, and the NPC is all “ah yes, I will learn so much from these even though I have no idea where you found them or what was next to what or anything. Such helpful, very thank, come back tomorrow to do the same thing all over again”.

The Adrien Diaries...

6 Mar 2017

You know how I said I was going to be killed by the muffin man, Diary? Turns out, I was wrong… pretty sure at this point he’d settle for having me neutered. Well, maybe not Adrien Agreste…

…just the leather-clad superhero he caught KISSING HIS DAUGHTER TONIGHT!

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Send-Off

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark

SMUT AHEAD… You’ve been warned


“Shhh…” Jaebum chuckled as you let out a loud moan.

You shuddered, wanting him so badly to continue his movements.

“Please, Jae,” you pleaded, rolling your hips up to show your neediness.

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They all die in the end

Originally posted by jjks

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Sniper!Au / Angst / Smut (a tiny, tiny bit) / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of murder, death, mature themes

Word count: 10.5k rip

Synopsis: In his long career, Yoongi had quickly learned how being a professional killer required many do’s but only a few dont’s - just two, to be more precise: nr. 1 never miss your target, and nr. 2 don’t ever get caught.

And yet, after meeting you, it was crystal clear that he had never considered the most important one.

Nr. 3: never fall in love.

Author’s note: Finally!! This is my first request, with the prompts sniper!Yoongi, His beauty could kill you and They all die in the end. To the cute anon: I hope you like it just as much as I enjoyed writing it even tho this is the angstiest shit I have written until now.

Also, a special thanks to @inktae and @sugajpg for bearing with my existential crisis about this <3



Yoongi doesn’t really feel ashamed of his job.

Sure, he kills people in exchange of money – good money, to be more precise; but it’s not something that actually bothers him in his sleep. Well, he is blessed with dream-less nights after all, thus he can’t really be definite about it: maybe, if nightmares of blood and screams and horror filled his mind, then he wouldn’t be so serene, so apathetic about it. Maybe, he would feel a decent amount of regret.

But again, that isn’t the case, and so he’s able to look at everyone straight in the eyes, lips guiltless and always curved in a faint smile – they would have been murdered anyways, if not by him, surely by somebody else. At least, Yoongi gives them a quick death.

And it’s not like he targets innocent people anyway – well, as much as someone could be innocent nowadays. Oh no, he usually works for the Mafia, sometimes for the Intelligence when they need somebody to act outside the law: the flies he has to kill are always the dirtiest ones, buried in some horrid shit up to their neck, and thus with a bullet into their throat they die. Or in the forehead, or between their lungs – it doesn’t really matter, does it?

So no, Yoongi doesn’t really feel ashamed of his job.

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Meant to Be - Part Ten: Stars

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

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Word Count: 3228

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @limpblotter @feral-tomcat-hamilton and @lafilton for beta-reading my trash <3

okay and aaaah @theonethatscalledtay and @canyoubemyfour for their gorgeous fan art!!!

A/N: yIKES enjoy the angst


Alex calmed down as the day went on. Once his attack was over and his anxiety had decreased, he found he was ravenous. He was so hungry, in fact, that he practically devoured his sandwich in one gulp, pleasing Laf immensely. After he’d eaten, they all lounged about and talked for a few hours, just trying to enjoy the warm weather and one another’s company, with one notable exception; John remained almost completely silent and subdued, staring off into space.  

“Hey, you know what we haven’t done in forever?” Herc asked suddenly, ending a silence in which both Laf and Alex were trying to nap. Alex sat up groggily, rubbing at his eyes with his fist.

“What?” he demanded, his voice rough from tiredness.

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My Seventh Deadly Sin | Envy

 [chapter 1]

  •  pairing: jungkook | reader
  •  genre: angst, smut
  • ∘    word count: 4,426

Jungkook is having difficulty with a dance move. You upset him by wanting to go out with his hyungs instead of staying and helping him, so he reminds you who you belong to.

Your name: submit What is this?

Shallow breaths. 

 His fists tensed up, his toned muscles visible through his tight black shirt. He was sweaty from dancing, which you were thanking God for- Jungkook’s amazing body wasn’t the only thing you loved about him, but it was definitely a bonus. He stared at you from across the room with a deadly smile. Gritting his teeth, he tries to hide his anger by focusing on a different section of the dance. 

It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out why Jungkook was angry. He was generally a good tempered man, but when it came to athletics.. 

“Again.” Seongdeuk said. Seongdeuk was BTS’s choreographer, and they were learning a new dance for their comeback in a month. Jungkook was usually really good at picking up dances easily, but today he was just out of it. He couldn’t get this one move right. 

Meanwhile, Jimin and J-Hope were doing it perfectly, and that infuriated Jungkook even more. If there was anything Jungkook truly hated, it was being inferior in skill. Especially to those two. He respected them with all of his being, but when he couldn’t get something right, he was immediately slaughtered by everyone for not living up to his nickname, ‘Golden Maknae.’ 

 It wasn’t that he disliked the nickname, it was that when the nickname started appearing, the other members became jealous of him. Every time he slipped, every time he had a voice crack, every time he wasn’t in perfect position, someone had to make a comment. It was ridiculous, and he was extremely close to having enough. 

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#52 [Finn Balor]

Requested, #52. “Shh, I promise its all gonna be alright now. I promise.“ (Prompt from here). Requested by @nickysmum1909

Author Note: Pure fluff.

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“Hey, gorgeous.”

Your eyes closed, as a breath slipped past your lips. Hearing your husband’s voice over the phone, calling you by his favorite nickname for you…it was a bittersweet moment, honestly.

“Hey,” you replied, trying to keep a strong tone, your eyes closed. “What are you up to?”

“Just getting to the arena,” Finn answered. “You OK?”

“Stressed,” you admitted, knowing it wasn’t worth it to pretend you were anything but. Finn would be able to tell the second you tried lying, and honestly, you just didn’t have the energy to even attempt a façade.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“…shit day. Shit few days, honestly.”

“Tell me about it.”

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college boyfriend!minghao

Originally posted by mountean

  • bless the cutie that requested animal shelter volunteer minghao, i ended up meshing it with another request for college bf!minghao bc i can do whatever i want
  • sfklasjd jk jk
  • now, minghao has always had a strong connection with animals
  • ever since he was a kid, he always just had this intense empathy for animals, so much so that it kind of drove his parents crazy???
  • like minghao would grieve for hours if he accidentally stepped on a bug, or he’d take a whole hour out of his morning when he knows he has to get to school just to help a momma dog and her pups get somewhere safe away from traffic
  • i mean the boy just loves animals to death
  • loves them more than humans tbh
  • so it’s no surprise that minghao became an avid animal shelter volunteer from high school well into his college career

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It’s 9:55pm on a Tuesday night

A group of 10 teenage girls come into the restaurant.

“What time do you guys close?”

I say, “We close at 10:00pm”

She replies, “table for ten please”

A little frustrated (because I’m not a fucking hostess/server) I seat them and inform them that a server will be with them shortly.
I have to go to the back and retrieve a server who just got her tips from the day and is packing up to go home.

“_____, we have a table of ten for you..”

She started to cry because she had been there since we OPENED that morning and hadn’t seen her babies that day.

Obviously she’s angry too, and it shows.
But she’s still attentive to the young ladies.

They don’t get up from the table until almost 11:00 and come to the front to pay.

“Our server was a bitch”
“Our server was mean”
“Our server didn’t like us”

“Your server just wanted to go home an hour ago,” I say.

“It’s her job, she’s getting paid, so what?”

I let them know that she’s worked hard today and wanted to be able to see her kids before her husband tucks them in bed.

They pay, leave no tip for her, and leave the building.

The moral of the story is that it’s not “cute” or “cool” to go to restaurants late at night right before they close.
Workers want to go home.
Workers want to see their families.
Workers want to get sleep so they can do it all over again tomorrow.

It doesn’t matter if you’re rude or polite.

When we say that we close at 10:00pm, we would really like to ACTUALLY close at 10:00pm. And even if you leave RIGHT AT closing, that server still has to clean up after you.
Make sure the table is clean, make sure the floor is clean, make sure the dishes are clean and put away, make sure they have their tips, and get a manager to walk them to their car.

We don’t care about your $3 tip.
We want to go home.

A Way to You Again: Part 9

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count:  1792

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. Holy mother of confrontations.

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

Originally posted by ch-est-er

I felt the couch shift slightly as someone sat beside me. I immediately knew who it was, and I was happy to act like I was sleeping until the end of time to avoid him. “Y/N,” Bucky whispered softly as he placed his hand on my back. I stiffened at the contact.

“Don’t,” I snapped as I sat up and looked at him. I could tell it was nearing the early dawn hours by the soft yellow light that flooded through the windows.

“Please doll,” he whispered as he placed his hand back in his lap. “I didn’t ask for her to be there. I told her to leave right before you came in,” he explained – desperation dripping from his voice.

“Don’t you get it?” I laughed as I hastily wiped tears away from my eyes. “You did ask for it, Bucky. You slept with her and kept it a secret before breaking it off…” I paused for a moment before turning to him. “Did you even really break it off or were you seeing her when you started spending time with me?” The words sounded much more accusatory than I had meant for them to be.

Bucky blinked for a moment – shocked at the words that had come out of my mouth – before anger flashed across his face. “For Christ’s sake, Y/N! If you would just let me explain what happened!” he answered, exasperated, as he slammed his fist onto the couch.

“I think I can sum it up quite nicely. You fucked my best friend, and kept it a secret from everyone on the team. You then broke it off with her— knowing that she had feelings for you, and began pursuing me. You then did the exact same thing to me,” I muttered bitterly as I looked anywhere but at him.

“Except I didn’t break it off with you – you ran away. Off to some place that I couldn’t find, and refused to talk to anyone. And then when I called to apologize you told me it’s over, and hung up. Let’s not forget about the sister I never knew existed.” Bucky was becoming more agitated by the minute as he struggled to reign in his emotions.

“I didn’t tell you about her because I was trying to protect her!” I shouted as I angrily pushed myself off the couch.

“And why won’t you believe me when I tell you the same thing?” he asked as with a sad sigh. His anger had deflated and he was grappling for words as he ran his hands through his hair nervously. The sight of him looking so helpless and confused disarmed me and I felt my own anger ebb. All the things that Steve had confided in me about Bucky’s happiness and subsequent withdrawal after I had left came flooding back. I sat down beside him softly.

“When did you start having nightmares again?” I asked quietly. In the months that we had been together he rarely had nightmares, and even when he did they were no where close to what he had had tonight.

“Since you left,” he responded just as quietly.

“I’m sorry I left. I know it wasn’t the right thing to do. I should have stayed and talked to you…. I missed you,” I added as I rested my hand over his.

“Then nothing else matters. It’s all in the past. We can move forward,” he responded fiercely as he gazed up into my eyes.

His words echoed back to those of another, who had once said the the same thing—holding me captive with the promise of a better tomorrow for years. I could feel the chill creep into my heart again as I quickly removed my hand and watched Bucky’s face melt into confusion. “It does matter and you know it,” I responded brutally.

“Why? Why can’t we talk about this and move on from it?” Bucky pleaded.

“Because I love you!” I yelled at him as I pushed off the couch once again. I froze at my sudden announcement. I hadn’t meant to say it – I had just been trying to reason my feelings out in my mind and it had slipped through. I looked at Bucky as he sat frozen on the couch. His mouth opened and closed several times; unable to formulate any type of response to me. I turned to leave – it was like I was living my own personal nightmare. I had prepared for this revelation as best as I could, but I had failed miserably in its delivery.

“Y/N, wait,” Bucky breathed as his hand wrapped around my arm – stopping me in my tracks. I turned to look at him again, but still saw the same troubled and terrified blue eyes that I had witnessed when I had accidentally confessed my feelings. “I…”

“Just tell me this Bucky – why did your best friend have to come find me in secret? Why wasn’t it you?” I asked bitterly as tears stung my eyes. Bucky looked down at the ground unable to answer me. “Jesus Christ – I can’t stay here and look at you like this,” I muttered as I yanked my arm from his grasp and turned to leave. As I stepped into the elevator I turned to make sure he wasn’t following me and saw him standing in the same spot I had left him. Just before the doors closed he turned to look at me with tears in his eyes.


I slumped against the wall of the elevator once the doors had closed. I felt like I had had the breath knocked out of me. Tears trailed down my cheeks as I tried desperately to regain my composure. Some of the others would be awake by now and I didn’t want to stir any suspicion. I couldn’t answer their questions – no matter how well intended they might be.

As the elevator doors opened to the common room I rushed through them – determined to dart to my room. In my panic I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings and ran into Steve.

“Woah, Y/N! Where’s the fire?” he chuckled. The humor in his eyes extinguished when he looked at my bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. “What happened?”

“I…” I was finding it hard to speak, and keep my composure. “I walked in on Nat comforting Bucky after a nightmare and I…” Steve visibly tensed at this.

“Go on,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me and brought my head to his chest.

“I… he followed me, and I confronted him… and… I told him I loved him,” I whispered as I buried my head into Steve’s chest. I just wanted to disappear. “And he didn’t say anything, Steve… He just stood there.”

“Y/N,” Bucky’s voice came from behind me. I stiffened at the sound. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Steve hugged me tight as he sighed into my hair.

“Y/N, you should head back to your room. I’ll come check on you in a second,” Steve muttered. I looked up at him confused.

“Steve, I can…” but the look he gave me stopped me in my tracks. I swallowed hard before Steve’s arms dropped to his side and I half-turned defensively towards Bucky.

“Y/N, I…” but Bucky’s words were halted by Steve’s fist hitting him straight in the jaw. He blinked once before falling to his knees. He stared at me as I turned to leave.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Steve asked angrily as I retreated to my room – unwilling to participate in a super soldier brawl.


I slumped back to rest my head on my door. I was dizzy from the tale-spin of emotions that I had just endured. I heard Bucky trudge down the hallway with Steve close behind him.

“What are you doing?!” Steve demanded before a door slammed – securing both men safely in Bucky’s room, and making it less likely that they would wake up the entire tower.

“What am I doing?!” Bucky bellowed back. “I’m trying to win my girl back, and you keep getting in the way Rogers!”

“What the hell are you talking about Buck?” Steve asked – astonishment driving his voice to become even louder.

“Every time I turn around you are there with her. How am I supposed to even get a second to make things right when you are always there?!” Bucky yelled back at him before quieting himself – he must have regained enough sense to realize I could hear everything he was saying.

“You’re kidding, right? You don’t need my help fucking things up, Buck. You’re doing great on your own,” Steve answered incredulously. I could tell that Steve was trying to regain control of his anger but was struggling. “She literally ran away from you, and you refused to run after her. If it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t even be here, you fucking idiot!”

Silence lapsed between the two men as I held my breath – waiting for Bucky’s response. There was of course no way I could have known that Bucky would snap and run full force towards his best friend. Suddenly there was a loud crash and a cloud of debris as the two men came hurtling through the wall –Bucky with his hands still around Steve’s throat. I shrieked in response as I scrambled off of my bed and into the corner of the room as the two men crashed onto the floor. They rolled around – jabbing at one another and grunting. After the initial shock wore off I looked at the gaping hole that now adorned my bedroom wall, and felt anger bubble up from within me.

“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?!” I screeched as I stomped over to the two of them and fruitlessly attempted to pry them apart. The men continued to fight as I yelled at them. Hot angry tears rolled from my eyes as they finally broke apart – realizing suddenly where they were and what they were doing.

Bucky scrambled to his feet quickly – his hair in disarray and he shirt partially torn. “Doll I am so..”

“What the fuck gives you the right to act like fucking two-year olds? Both of you are grown ass men! God! Just get out of my room!” I yelled as I stomped my foot in frustration. Without saying another word both men quickly exited. I groaned as I looked at the gaping hole in the wall near my bed. As Bucky entered his own room I realized there was no way I could stay. Not without seeing him, and hearing him every second – I angrily padded across the room, and grabbed my gym bag before making my way to the gym.

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Another Day

Characters – Dean x Reader

Summary – When Dean begins to feel more for the reader than he expected to, he reverts back to his typical MO.

Word Count – 1,378

Warnings – Angst and a little fluff

A/N – Written for @just-another-busy-fangirl’s 1K Follower Musical Challenge.  I LOVE Rent and I was so excited to get the song Another Day!  Hope you like it!  As always, feedback is loved!!!

Originally posted by effie-w


“Who do you think you are?”

You glared at him.  “Well, I thought maybe I was on my way to being your girlfriend.”

His green eyes flashed at you, irritation flooding his face.  “Nobody told you?  Dean Winchester doesn’t do girlfriends.”

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A thing to consider:

Each of the esper kids eventually accepting the fact that they’ve all accidentally called Reigen “dad” on multiple occasions, and then just running with it. Reigen may or may not tear up because of this.