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all to myself: vlog 5

“It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”
- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)

↳ vlogger au
pairing: jimin x reader, yoongi x reader
warning: smut

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Six Sentence Sunday >> Forever Lies Beyond the Tracks >> Chapter 15

Sorry for the late update, guys! Here’s a six sentence sunday to tide you over while I decide on finishing touches. Let me know what you thought!


He laughs, shaking his head ever so slightly as he stares me down. “We’re more than that, Katniss. We’re more than that and you know it.”

“Really?” I ask him sharply.  “Because last night I was your paid whore.”

He winces. “Katniss,” he says, reaching a hand out towards me, “you know I didn’t mean that. I know it’s no excuse, but I was drunk and hurt and angry.”

I slap his hand away with such force that I stumble backwards. “I don’t want to talk to you any more than I want to screw you.”

Rainy Days: Josh Dun imagine part 5

A/N: Hello friends! I’m so excited and happy that you are enjoying this series. There’s a lot more to come, and I’m as excited as you guys are. I’m trying my best to keep it gender neutral and I’m hopefully going to add in some more characters too. Special thanks to @sebastianstan-crazed and all you guys! I love y’all so much and thank you for everything you do. Hope you enjoy! Xoxo

Part 1: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/152921350232/rainy-days-josh-dun-imagine-part-1
Part 2: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/152976236092/rainy-days-josh-dun-imagine-part-2
Part 3: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/153023021132/rainy-days-josh-dun-imagine-part-3
Part 4: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/153060880722/rainy-days-josh-dun-imagine-part-4

That night you and Josh finished your truth or dare game with texting, deciding to just create it into honesty hour. While Josh ended up sharing a couple details about his relationship with Debby, you opened up about your first kiss and a couple insecurities. You ended up telling him about how didn’t really have that many friends, other than Sarah, and even still, she wasn’t always around all the time. You complained about the annoying asshole boys who went out of their way to shove you in the hallway. You talked about how you always wore sweatshirts and your hair in your face not because you liked it, but because you were shy and wished sometimes you could just hide yourself from the world. Josh talked to you, telling you it would get better and boosted your confidence, telling you really sweet things and how great you were, which you doubted, but coming from Josh, you took it into consideration. You ended up accidentally falling asleep texting him, and that’s how you ended up calling him that morning before going to school.

“Hey it’s y/n. Sorry if I woke you up,” you greeted.

“No it’s fine. I’m up for a little while actually,” he reassured. “I’m drinking coffee.”

“Nice,” you chuckled.

“So what do I owe the pleasure of receiving a phone call from the lovely y/n?” he inquired.

“Shut up,” you teased. “I just wanted to apologize. I ended up falling asleep last night and that’s why I wasn’t responding. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it,” he answered. “I was just afraid you might’ve gotten kidnapped or murdered or abducted by aliens or something.”

“Nah, I’m still here. Perfectly fine,” you responded. “Just a tad tired.”

“Good,” he added. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” you blushed. Thank goodness you’re on the phone and not in person.

“Are you getting ready for school? What are you doing?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Getting dressed actually.”

“Are you going to take my advice?” he questioned.

“What?” you forgot what advice he was referring to.

“Wear a band shirt today,” he suggested. “For me.”

“If you insist,” you rolled your eyes. “I think I’ll wear a My Chemical Romance one.”

“And ripped jeans too,” he begged. “Please?”

“Since when did you become my fashion stylist?” you joked.

“I’m just making a friendly suggestion,” he reminded. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you reassured.

“Okay,” he sighed. “I just, I don’t know. I think you should be comfortable and cozy when you’re in school. You shouldn’t change what you wear just cause of what other people think. I mean, you’re never wearing a sweatshirt when you’re around me. And your hair’s not in your face.”

“Because I’m comfortable around you,” you blurted out. You only realized what you had said until you already finished the sentence.

“Thanks,” he told you. “I’m glad you are. I just want you to be happy.”

“Yeah,” you swallowed uncomfortably. You’re happy when you’re around Josh, your brain whispered in the back of your mind. You couldn’t remember the last time you were happy while you were in school since, well, forever.

“Hey, what time do you have to be at school?” Josh inquired. “I can drive you if you want.”

“I think my mom’s going to drive me,” you explained. “But thank you. A lot.”

“No problem,” he murmured. “Have a great day, y/n.”

“I’ll try,” you giggled. “Will I be at study table afterschool?” That had been your excuse for spending so much time with Josh afterschool, and your parents had bought into it.

“Sure,” he decided with a laugh.

The day went by a lot better than usual. Now with more confidence and after taking some advice from Josh, it made school not that bad. In fact, a handful of people actually complimented you on your band shirt and said you looked nice with your hair out of your face. Sarah even said you looked particularly gorgeous, which was quite the compliment coming from the queen of beauty herself. It was afterschool and you were walking to your locker, relieved to be out of your algebra class. However, when you reached the hallway, you couldn’t escape the stupid asshole boys.

As soon as one of them forcefully shoved you into the locker, feeling a little bit of sudden crazy confidence rising up within you, you pushed him back, glaring at him. “Fuck off,” you warned.

“Woah! You talk?” he raised his eyebrows. It was your first time actually getting a good look at him. He had fierce blue eyes and a devilish smile, Nike t-shirt, and fancy basketball shoes.

“What you wearing today bitch, huh?” the other boy asked, and you studied him, brown eyes and curly hair, sly smile and a sports jersey.

“Some emo band,” blue eyes laughed.

“Pathetic,” brown eyes spat in your face. You looked up at him, disgusted, wiping his saliva off your forehead and daring to speak.

“Leave me alone, dickhead,” you argued, trying to shove him away, but instead he just grabbed your wrist, clamping on tight.

“Ouch!” you cried out, trying to move away, but he only pulled you closer to him. Your face was only centimeters away from his and he grinned.

“Are you all dressed up for me, hmm?” you heard someone whisper in your ear, hands on your hips, something, no, someone, behind you. You turned around, blue eyes so close to your face if you moved so much as a millimeter you’d kiss him. You held back a gag and closed your eyes. Fuck, why did you even think for a second that speaking up would be a good idea? You mentally cursed at yourself.

“Leave. Me. Alone!” you tried again, this time kicking blue eyes in the crotch behind you and body slamming brown eyes across the hallway. You watched him collide with a locker face first, and you grinned, looking behind you and realizing blue eyes was hunched over and gasping for air. You laughed, a cheerful smile on your face, when everything just decided to get ten times worse.

“Hey!” you heard a teacher shout. “Y/n! Come with me! Right now!”

“What?” your eyes grew wide, taking a step back and staring at the teacher with arms folded staring at you. “I didn’t do anything!”

“I just saw you,” they argued. “Come with me. Right now. I’m not going to tell you again.”

So that’s how you found yourself in the principal’s office afterschool, the same principal who ended up calling your parents and later issued you a two-day suspension. Your parents confiscated your phone, which made you devastated because how the hell were you supposed to text or call Josh, and only infuriated you more, because it wasn’t even your fault in the first place. All you did was fight for your respect and they harassed the fuck out of you and ended up getting off the hook without even a simple warning. It was extremely frustrating and exhausting, and you ended up crying into your pillows, bedroom door locked out of rebellion, earbuds blasting Black Veil Brides on an old iPod you found in your room.

On top of all the shit that happened today, you couldn’t even talk to anyone about it. You couldn’t even contact Josh. This only made you cry harder, and yeah, you looked pathetic and dumb, but you couldn’t help it. And to think that everything before today was going perfect. Ha, you should’ve known better. You groaned loudly, pressing the volume button to go higher even though it was already as loud as possible. That’s when you felt one of your earbuds get yanked out of your ear, and you jolted up, startled, because last you checked, that door was locked. Your wide eyes searched the room, before landing on the figure taking a seat beside you on your bed. Was that-

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he murmured, dark brown eyes filled with concern and hurt.

“Holy shit, Josh!” you exclaimed, yanking out your other earbud as you hit your head on the wall. “How the hell did you get in my room?”

“Calm down,” he laughed. “Your window was unlocked. You okay?”

“But my parents…” you began, now starting to wonder how long he had been here and when he arrived to your pity party sob fest.

“They won’t hear us if you be quiet,” he reminded. “But hey, what’s the matter?” He placed a hand on your shoulder, eyes looking into yours.

“I just had a really shitty day,” you sniffled, wiping away your tears. You must look like an idiot. You cursed yourself in your mind, for probably the thousandth time in the past hour, taking in a shaky breath in attempt to relax.

“It’s going to be okay,” Josh reassured, pulling you in for a hug. Damn, he felt so warm and soft and cuddly and amazing. He felt absolutely spectacular and it was the kind of hug that made you want to melt in his arms and stay there forever, bundled in pure safety and comfort, the combination of his steady breathing and heartbeat enough to calm your anxiety for years. “I’m here now. I promise I’ll take care of you. It’s going to get better.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into the fabric of his t-shirt, wrapping your arms around him tighter. “I’m just a mess and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Don’t say that,” he shook his head, rubbing small circles on your back, hushing away your choked sobs. “Listen, whatever’s wrong you can tell me. I’ll listen. I’ll try to help in whatever way I can.”

“I don’t know,” you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold back any more tears.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, releasing the embrace and looking into your eyes. “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere else. If you ever need someone, I’ll always be here.” He leaned in, kissing you lightly on the forehead, then hugged you again.

“Thank you,” you took a deep breath and released the hug, leaning back against the wall, trying to regain your senses. “You didn’t have to-”

“You didn’t respond to any of my texts or calls, and I got worried,” he explained. “I’m sorry I got through your window and in your bedroom and everything. I know I could probably get arrested for that and stuff and I just totally invaded your privacy, but I was extremely scared and I didn’t know. I thought something might’ve happened to you and I needed to know if you were okay. You weren’t at school and I panicked. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Really,” you managed a chuckle. “Thanks so much for coming. I don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” he raised an eyebrow playfully.

“All the time,” you rolled your eyes.

“Come here,” he laughed. “You need to get some rest. Lay down. Take a nap.”

“No,” you frowned, laying your head on the pillow as Josh pulled the blankets over you and tucked you in gently. He was so sweet.

“Why not?” he wondered.

“Then you’ll be gone,” you admitted. “And I don’t want you to leave.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he shrugged, standing up off the bed. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Please stay,” you pleaded, tugging on the fabric of his shirt like a little kid. “I don’t want to be left alone. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Josh shook his head. “I’d love to stay with you.” He gave a faint smile and pulled up an edge of the blankets, the mattress dipping as he laid down beside you, and you slid over to give him room.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“No problem,” he replied. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and you relaxed in his arms. He was so warm and cozy. “Your bed’s pretty comfy.”

“You’re pretty comfy,” you yawned sleepily.

“Thanks,” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Now get some sleep. That way you can wake up tomorrow, forget about today, and start again.” You both grew quiet, and without Andy Biersack shouting in your ears, you realized it was raining outside. The rhythmic pitter patter of raindrops on your roof helped you relax more, and you found your head tucked underneath Josh’s chin, his fingers somehow getting tangled in your hair, your small exhales blowing onto his neck.

“Goodnight,” you whispered. “I love you.” You mouthed the last three words inaudibly, eyes closed, beginning to get really tired. You couldn’t tell if saying that to him would make things better or only worse, and you decided not to risk it. You had already fucked up enough things today. You sighed, cuddling closer to Josh, starting to drift off into sleep. If only you had the guts to actually say it, maybe then you’d find out.

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Speechless Part 8!

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~2 years later~

‘Well, as you all know I have had a girlfriend for a couple years now, and you all know her and love her, especially since she had gotten a spot on the show.” Jensen hesitated a second as the crowd began to cheer.  “She’s really changed my life, she made it.. hm.. she made it more vibrant, more lively, and I couldn’t ask for more even if I wanted to.” Jensen answered looking at the fan.

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Tension (s.w. & n.m.)

| Requested by ayyyyyyyyeeeeddooooggggg: Hey! Love your blog. Maybe an imagine with Nate and Sammy. Y/n is dating Nate but Sammy flirts with her. I don’t really care what happens after. Thanks!

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Nate invited me to have some dinner with him and his friends, aka the Jacks, Sam and Swazz. I felt a little weird being the only girl, but I couldn’t care less. “So, what do you want eat?” Nate asked me as he placed his hand on my thigh.

“I don’t know… Never been here. Is it good?” I asked him while looking through the menu.

He groaned. “It’s the best thing! I’ll order for you. I know what you like.” Nate said while winking. I nodded in agreement and joined the conversation.

I felt someone next to me pat my shoulder and I faced Sam. We kindly smiled at each other. “Like the restaurant?” He asked me.

“Yeah, it’s cute. Is the food good here?” I asked Sam.

He nodded and smiled, coming closer to me to whisper something in my ear. I furrowed my brows. “This food is so good that it’ll haunt you forever.”

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One Day

Characters: Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow

Pairing: Snowbarry

Summary: A seemingly regular day at S.T.A.R labs, turned out to be not so regular after all.

He entered the lab at his normal pace, that is, in a flash, went straight for one of the several chairs behind the computers and sat down heavily, making the chair slide several feet away on its wheels. Smiling goofily, he glanced at the only occupant of the lab, quickly opened the take-out box of sushi and dug in enthusiastically. 

Several mouthfuls later, he looked up curiously at her, sitting one chair down, hair blown back with the gust of air he brought with her, lost deep in her thoughts. There were only two lights on in the room and it was more shadows than light. Her face was glowing with the light from the monitor screen, her eyes slightly wide. He was sure she wasn’t even aware of his arrival, so deep in her mind she was. It was something pleasant, he could tell. There was this slight uplift of her lips, a dazed smile that gave her thoughts away. He could not help smiling himself. 

Looking at her now, who would have believed she was the girl from a year earlier, with grim expressions and melancholic eyes, someone who felt like her responsibility to protect everything and everyone ever since she was not able to save that one person. Someone who had been blaming herself for the death of that person and for whom getting out of bed each morning, defeating the crippling grief and fighting to make space for others was a daily challenge. 

Not anymore, he thought with happy satisfaction. 

She changed. She overcame all her fears and nightmares and they have only made her stronger. She started smiling more, cracking jokes, trying to come up with meta nicknames, even did karaoke. She started living her life again instead of bearing it. And he liked this Caitlin, this open, sensitive and caring person with her intelligence and bursting ideas that never cease to amaze him with their brilliance. 

He cleared his throat loudly to get her attention. It didn’t work. She kept staring at the base of the screen, with that same little smile. He pushed his chair closer to hers. 

“Caitlin?” he called softly. 

Nothing. She was too deep in her thoughts. 

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Naruto Weeb

This was from my second year in highschool and I’m now 20 so this is fairly old, bear with my memory~ Names have been changed ofc 

Sorry, this turned out to be more of a rant than anything… Motherfucking Naruto weebs…

Me
Hina - best friend
Nana - friend (Filipina)
Arden - weeb (Filipino)

Ok! So I’d just moved to New Zealand from South Africa in my second year in highschool, so I would have been around 14-15. I didn’t know shit about anime, I’d started watching Naruto for fun since my mate Hina loved it, and yea, it was pretty cool back then. 
Everyday when we’d finish with class Hina and I would head down the the town centre (mall kind of thing) across the road to chill before we all left to go home, usually we’d stay in the library or hang around the foodcourt gushing about how Sakura was perfect for Sasuke or Naruto for Hinata. So one day we went down as usual, decided to go to the foodcourt. Hina and I were fangirling when Nana came over with this kind of sweaty looking dude.

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GOT7ing - Game-ing Highlights

- [starts watching without subs] OMG WTF THEY’RE YELLING MARKSON AND CLAPPING ITS HAPPENING PEOPLE IM GONNA PASS OUT ITS HAPPENIGN [watching again with subs] haha false alarm guys hahah :) [cries internally]

- jb honey i know you just got back but them shades make you look like a suburban mom im sorry

- park yu being a lil shit to 2jae in the blindfold line 

- nVM IT WAS NOT A FALSE ALARM PEOPLE GOODBYE MARKSON IS FUCKING EVERYWHERE

- mark: [wraps his arms around jackson’s neck] js: [pushes his hands away] mark: bitch rude

- got7 conga lining into the room escape

- [everyone else screeching at the top of their lungs/begging to go home before the game starts] yugs: can u guys not

- [got7 freaking the fuck out when the lights go off] escape room dude: you guys srsly need to calm tf down

- them camera guys get to be locked in a room with got7 for an hour lucky bastards

- [lights go back on and jackson is lying on the floor] me: haha this guy, always being so dramatic [jackson: is still lying there after 5 mins] wtf did he actually faint

- mark kneeling beside an unconscious jackson and reenacting the beach scene from the little mermaid

- [escape room guys try to scare them] jackson: “we’re adults. this doesn’t scare us” yeah says the guy who literally fainted on the floor 30 seconds ago

- js: “wait a minute, let’s calm down” BOI AT LEAST THEY DIDN’T PASS OUT

- “no i’m not using the hint. i just want to talk” jackson wang are yOU SRS RN

- youngjae: [sings bang bang bang while laughing and swinging a gun around] if this was real you guys would be locked in here forever

- HOly fuck omg ok that image of the ghost girl on the tv nearly got me shitting in my pants 

- jackson: [starts pinching her face thru the tv] BOI IF YOU DONT

- ok but that ghost girl is really unsettling if she moves i swear to god i am closing the tab

- jackson: “wasn’t i great? give me compliments” youngjae: lmao bitch please jackson: [picks up the phone] excuse me i just witnessed my own murder

- jackson: “i did well today. i was really great right” everyone: [ignores him] js: pls guys just want to feel loved :’(((

- bambam: [sits on yugyeoms lap with his legs spread open] excuse me yugbam but can we keep this pg pls you guys are literally 5

- staff: “congrats boys !!you guys made it on time !!” got7′s staff are liars

Your Teen is Dating Another Member’s Son/Daughter (Michael and Ashton)

Ashton: 

“Margo, where do you think you’re going?” it was already around nine in the evening and just now your teenage daughter decided to leave the house. “Dad, I’m just going out with some of my friends” she huffed. Ashton had always been uptight about these things which never failed to amaze you because of the way the two of you acted as teenagers.

 “Where are you even going? Its late and you can always just go out tomorrow when it’s light” your daughter just groaned in response, checking her phone and then turned to you. “Mom please I-” just then there was a knock on the door. 

“I’ll get it” Ashton shot up immediately and opened the door. “Oh Y/N it’s Michael’s boy Jason” Ashton’s demeanor changed as he went in for a hug with the obviously uncomfortable boy. “Hi Mr. Irwin, is um, Margo there?” he asked shyly. Margo’s face went bright red as she made a small wave which Jason returned. 

“Is it okay if I take Margo out tonight?” Jason turned to you, knowing you were the softer parent. Margo turned to you “Mom, please we won’t be out too late, I promise” Margo pleaded, inching her way towards Jason. “I don’t see why not” you replied smiling, Jason was a nice boy and even Ashton knew that. “Just be home by midnight” he added in. “No problem, sir” Jason took Margo’s hand in his and her eyes lit up “Thank you so much!” she kissed Ashton on the cheek and gave you a hug before rushing out the door along with Jason. “I’d better text Michael” “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

Michael: 

“Jason! We’re home!” you called out to your son, throwing your car keys on the table and taking a seat on the couch. “Is he home?” your husband Michael asked, following you into your house. “I don’t know he’s probably upstairs” you replied, shrugging as you turned on the TV. “I’ll check” Michael said, already halfway up the stairs. 

“fuCK” not even five minutes later Michael was running back down the stairs towards you. “What? Is everything okay?” knowing the nature of your husband, Michael only reserved running for emergencies. “He’s, he’s having sex” Michael stuttered out but then smirked. You whacked him on the shoulder. “With who?!” “I don’t know! I didn’t wait to find out!” 

Just then you saw a familiar yet unrecognizable girl sprinting down your stairs and out of your house. “Bye Mr. and Mrs. Clifford!” she called, already gone. Jason came stumbling down the stairs next, fixing his brightly dyed hair that matched the shade of his cheeks. “Dad! That was the first time Margo has been over-” he stopped himself. 

“Wait, Ashton’s girl?” Michael asked laughing. You chuckled a little too, Jason had had a huge crush on her since the third grade. “Yes ‘Ashton’s girl’ now excuse me while I go hide in my room forever” Jason said, not even looking at either of you before heading back upstairs to his room. Michael just high fived you and turned on the TV “He’s grounded” he stated and you laughed, picking up your phone to call Ashton. 

A/N 

Sorry that this is so late but if you guys want a part two with Luke and Calum just let me know :) 

~Katy 

1) excuse me while I laugh forever

2) yes you’re small in numbers because your ship is boring people to death.

3) “all klaus wants from Caroline is sex”. honey you do realize you’re embarrassing yourself? fun fact - Klaus: “He’s your first love, I intend to be your last” (4x23)

4) “cami is more beautiful”. that’s what you think. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

5) “cami understands people more”. I didn’t know that having a degree in psychology automatically gives you an ability to understand people better than anyone else.

6) “klaus is so interested in cami”. dear lord I cannot.

7) “Klaroline will never happen”

.. you were saying?

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SPN10 Countdown Challenge | day 12

[12/23] Spells, Curses & Ganking - 8x12 As Time Goes By

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It’s a blood sigil. Blood leads to blood. Or their next of kin.

There is no episode in the Carver-era, in my opinion at least, that was as game-changing as As Time Goes By. With the introduction of the Men of Letters and the mentioning of the Bunker containing the supernatural mother-load, a whole new set of possibilities including a potential end-game for the Winchesters is set up.

Ironically for an episode that opens up so much, the spell and curses used all seem to be focused on being trapped. Abaddon is caught inside her meat-suit Josie Sands by means of the devil’s trap bullet. The shop assistant is trapped inside her own mind through sleep. And then there is the Blood Sigil.

The shape of the sigil looks like an infinity symbol to me; blood will always lead to blood. But looking at the Winchesters’ lives I cannot help but think that this does not only refer to blood in the sense of family, but also the spilling of blood. In fact, before the episode is done, Henry Winchester will have bled to death in the arms of his blood-relations. Blood will always lead to blood, but that isn’t necessarily a good thing. Looking at the sigil in the most positive way, it represents the idea of “Winchesters. As long as we’re alive, there’s always hope.” Legacies acting as sentinels in the fight between the supernatural and humanity. Yet, I read it a little darker than that.

As soon as Henry finds out what happened to John he is willing to risk everything, use the symbol to return to his son and potentially upset history with devastating consequences. In retrospect, this sets up the Crowley/Gavin story-line nicely (we’re bound to explore this further in season 10 given how in s8 Carver specifically focuses our attention to the consequences of “freakin’ time-travel”), but in the context of season 8, it creates a sad parallel with Dean and Sam’s relationship; Dean turns out to be as incapable of letting his “son” go as Henry is and is willing to accept any and all consequences as well.

Moreover, for Sam and Dean being a Winchester has been a curse more than a blessing. As the Then explicitly reminds us, the marriage of John and Mary Winchester was arranged by Heaven as the Winchester brothers had to be born in order for the Apocalypse to be brought about. Through the machinations of the angels, Sam and Dean were caught by their own blood-line and nearly forced into their Heaven-orchastrated destinies rather than being able to exercise free will.

The moment Henry Winchester falls out of the closet (excuse me while I laugh forever) and into Sam and Dean’s lives, another consequence of blood-ties is revealed.They are apparently Legacies. Rather than being hunters, they should have become Men of Letters. What I like about the fact that they were not, is that, however painful the route has been, they now have the opportunity to choose that particular endgame rather than being forced into it because of heredity.

Lastly, looking back at this episode with the knowledge of season 9 events, it also reconnects us with the idea that Sam and Dean are direct descendants of Cain and Abel. To be honest, I have not seen any meta on whether the fact that Dean took to the Mark the way he did is because, albeit with generation upon generation between them, he is connected to Cain through blood as well. If so, it would be another example of the Winchesters being caught by the restrictions of blood-lines that have been dictated to them rather than chosen.

Family don’t end with blood for the Winchesters, but blood sure isn’t making their lives easier either.

It’s a blood sigil. Blood leads to blood. Or their next of kin.

Chapter 3: The One

Harry’s P.O.V:

There’s nothing better than waking up to the girl you love the most in the world. The way your heart starts beating faster as her hands wander over your body, her whispers filling your ears. It was all I could think about as I moved my lips against the side of her face, my voice calling her name, my fingers tucking the lose strands of hair back, unveiling her face to me. She blinked her eyes against the bright light that fell into the room and smiled, a satisfied moan making its way up.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

“No.” She pouted and grabbed her pillow, throwing it over my head. “It’s still dark.”

“If you opened your eyes it wouldn’t be.” I chuckled quietly, pulling the covers off her body. “Come on, it’s time to get up.”

“Harry.”

“What?”

I leaned down and kissed her pouted lips, efficiently shaping them to mine. She turned on her side and pulled me further down, nestling her hands in my damp hair, answering my kiss by deepening it until our tongues were rubbing against each other, softly, in sync, a dance we’d perfected years ago. I started pulling away, leaving pecks on her mouth, traveling down to her throat and onto her bare shoulder, my lips brushing her skin, waking her up to a new day.

“That feels good.” She moaned as I left a trail of kisses on her spine. “Keep doing that while I nap some more.”

“Nice try.” I stood up straight, glaring at her. “I made pancakes and if you’re not out of bed before they’re cold, I’ll never make any again.”

“Pancakes?” Her eyes flew open, a broad smile on her face. “Real ones?”

“No, I’m picturing them in my head.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Yes, they’re the real thing so get your ass out of the bed.”

“Did I miss my birthday?”

“If it was your birthday today, you’d have started giving non subtle hints a month ago.”

She looked up at me with a guilty smile and swung her legs over the bed, her beautiful naked body on display for me. I fought the urge to throw her back on the bed and turned around, walking off the plateau into the sitting area in the kitchen. It didn’t take long before she came after me, wearing my black t-shirt, the hem of it falling mid-thigh. She smiled as she saw me turn the pancake around, walking up behind me, hugging my back.

“Why did you shower without me?” She placed a kiss on the back of my neck, running her fingers through my damp hair. “Don’t you have any respect for the environment?”

“I was up early and I thought I’d spoil my girl with breakfast.” I turned my head over my shoulder, kissing her nose. “I thought she might appreciate it.”

“And she does.” She nuzzled my cheek, hugging me tighter. “She loves you for it.”

“Good, let’s fill her stomach.”

She giggled and ran to the table, quickly seating herself on a chair. I scooped the pancake onto her plate.

“Can you drop me off at work today?” She chewed on her pancake, looking so innocent. “I’m a little late.”

“I’m sorry honey, I have to go with the boys to try some suits.”

“Oh, then I’ll just take the taxi.” She sliced her pancakes, still looking like that twelve-year-old girl I used to help with her homework.

“How’s everything at work?” I swallowed my own piece of pancake.

“The lawyers have a new case, and again Jenna and I have to work our asses off while they get all the credits for it.” I saw her sigh shaking her head a little.

“They’re trolls.”

“That’s a compliment of the highest order on Tumblr, you know.”

“Tumblr’s the website with the moving pictures, right?”

“They’re called gifs.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. “And they’re pretty.”

“How can they be pretty if they always make you cry?”

“Because they’re so pretty that they make me cry.” She pouted at the thought, her eyebrows frowning together. “I wish I could make them so pretty.”

“I don’t get it.”

“That’s why you would never be a good fangirl.”

Olivia’s P.O.V:

“Everyone is talking about Zayn Malik.”

I looked up from her desk as Jenna sat down next to her. “I don’t get what the fuss is all about.”

“Olivia, are you blind?” Jenna’s mouth fell open. “Have you seen those eyes?”

“Sure.” She shrugged. “He’s all right.”

“All right?” Jenna’s voice pitched. “I know you have Harry and he’s already like an Adonis, but Zayn …”

“Zayn’s what?”

“Every time I look at him it’s like the Niagara falls stream between my legs.”

“I’ve always dreamed about swimming in the Niagara falls.” The velvet voice made us both look up, his brown eyes bored into my blue ones, his lips curled up in a smirk, the muscles in his perfect body emphasized by the tight black shirt. “Naked.”

“Mr. Malik.” I stood up, extending my hand to him. “I’ll be working with you to prepare you for your testimonial.”

“Don’t spend all your time on me.” He walked past me, ignoring my extended hand. “I’ve done dozens of these, I should be the one telling you how it goes.”

“Still, we should go through the details of the case.”

“You’re one of those.” He rolled his eyes exaggerated, leaning back in my chair, his legs propped up on my desk. “A party pooper.”

“Mr. Malik.” I clenched my teeth together, trying to remain polite. “This is a really important case.”

“Aren’t they all?” He rolled his eyes and got up, focusing his gaze on my body. “So I have to work with you for at least three months?”

“You could work with me.” Jenna beamed, a smiled plastered on her face.

“No.” I pointed a finger at her. “You’re doing the paperwork this time.”

“Such a shame. I would have loved to work with you, blondie.” Zayn pouted. “I think this one’s legs are going to be so much harder to get them to open for me.”

Jenna laughed a dirty chuckle, while my mouth fell open.

“But don’t worry, sweetie.” He patted my buttocks. “I like a challenge.”

“Excuse me …” It was the only thing I got out as he kept his intense stare on me, my cheeks turned red as he licked his lips, his eyes darkening as they slid over my curves. “But I have a fiancé.”

“Really?” An amused smile came across his lips. “And how’s that working out for you?”

“You’re one of those.” I mocked his words and rolled my eyes. “The one that doesn’t believe in marriage, and claims to stay single forever.”

“You got that right.” He grabbed my purse from my desk and started walking to the exit.

“What are you doing?” I grabbed my coat from the hanger and ran after him.

“If we’re not going to sleep together I’m going to need coffee.”

“And why am I supposed to go with you?”

“Because you get these wrinkles in your forehead when I annoy you.” He gave me a devilish smirk. “It’s cute.”

“If I have to keep you entertained you better give me some answers.”

“Shoot.”

“My gun is in my purse.”

“Cute.” He rolled his eyes and looked down at the brown purse in his hands. “I’m going to keep this one with me.”

“That’s why you’re against marriage!” I exclaimed. “Gay marriage isn’t allowed in London.”

“Fine.” He pushed the bag back in my arms. “You can have your purse.”

“See it wasn’t that hard to get your manhood back.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Some call it witty.”

“They’re idiots.”

“So why are you against marriage?” I looked up at him, pulling my coat over my shoulders. “It’s a beautiful thing between two people who love each other and conceal that lo-”

“Bla, Bla.” He interrupted before I could finish my speech. “Marriage is for people who’re afraid to be alone.”

“Or for people who have found that one person in the world that’s made for them.”

“Have you met all the people in the world?”

“No.” I stammered, lost in his intense brown gaze. “That’s impossible.”

“Then how can you know that your fiancé is the one?”

“I love him.” I swung her bag over my shoulder. “We’re in love.”

“People fall in and out of love all the time.” He shrugged, fixing his gaze back on mine, a small smile on his lips. “How old are you anyway?”

“I turned twenty a few weeks ago.”

“Exactly my point.” He threw his arms up. “You haven’t met enough people in your life to know the one.”

“But what if I already met him when I was a little girl?” A smug smirk came across my face. “Maybe Harry really is the one.”

“Then they gave it to you too easy.” He waggled his eyebrows. “You don’t deserve the one without fighting for her.”

“You believe there is something as the one?”

“You gave me this whole speech about the one and now you’re doubting it?” He arched his eyebrow at me before noticing my serious gaze and letting out a sigh. “I believe in love, I believe that you can love someone so much that you’re prepared to love their flaws as well.”

“But nobody is perfect.”

“That’s exactly my point.” He smirked, his brown eyes lighting up. “Tell me one thing about your fiancé that you hate.”

“He … uh … he …” I stammered, looking for words in my head.

“Tell me three things you hate about me.”

“You’re cocky, arrogant, you speak before you think, and you have an opinion about everything.”

“That’s four.” He let out a hard laugh before focusing his gaze back on mine. “I’m more the one for you than your fiancé will ever be.”

“But If I can’t say something bad about Harry doesn’t that mean he’s the one?” My eyebrows knitted together while he started walking further away from me.

“No.” He turned around, walking backwards. “It means you don’t know him well enough to call him the one for you.”

“Or maybe he’s just perfect.”

“You’ve just told me no body is perfect.” He rolled his eyes.

“Zayn.” I stopped him as he was about to turn around again. “I’m not a fan of my in-laws.”

“Who is?”

A.N: I hope you give this a like, and little feedback won’t hurt. Enjoy it <3 xoxo-Sam

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