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Ok, so this is a imagine that I’ve had in my head for a while now. Enjoy, My Lovelies. xx

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Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots, that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He frowned at the duffels in her hand.


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lance: guys look at this! coran showed me his old altean tapes, and it seems like alteans made lgbt+ movies that are actually good!

allura: i’m not sure i understand your excitement. are earth movies much different?

pidge: princess, literally the only thing i ever watched and that didn’t end with the lesbian character dying is the ellen show.

dream a little dream of me

pairing; taehyung x reader

genre; soulmate!au, songwriter!taehyung 

word count; 15.2k 

a/n; this took time, sweat, and lots of tears to compile this together. so after a long wait, here it is. 

summary; in a world where a person is born with their soulmate’s voice singing to them in their head, this is the story between a songwriter, a waitress, and the stars.

But, I do want you to promise me one thing. When you do find your soulmate, promise me you would love them everyday— as if the days were not days but hours. The time you have with your soulmate is too precious to waste a single millisecond on and sadly, some people just take advantage of that.

Everyone’s love story and how they meet their soulmate has always been and will always be different.

The way he met his soulmate was sporadic and unknowing.

It began when the voice in his head was the definition of mellifluous; the embodiment of a euphony that was capable of all sorts of entrancement.

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“Hi.” The handsome blue eyed stranger couldn’t help but smile at you, making your stomach flutter.

You were in awe. From his eyes to his cute pointy nose down to his thin lips, you were mesmerized. All you could think about was how beautiful this guy was.

Dean furrowed his brows, noticing the how the way you stared at him. Which he somehow felt annoyed from the sight.

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. You were in a trance, and Dean was jealous. He knew the feelings you two had for one another.

“Hi.” He cackled. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean and our friend Y/N.” He motioned to you, snapping you back to reality.

You blinked a couple times, and swallowed hard, hoping he didn’t think you were weird for staring too long.

“I’m Brian.” He smirked. “Here for the show or joining the fun?” He flashed a wink.

Your stomach fluttered insanely and your heart beat profusely. Damn he could give someone a heart attack.

“We’re just here for the show.” Sam stammered.

Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay. Well hope you enjoy yourselves. I have to get some things together before the race.” He muttered.

“Wait, you’re racing?” You yelped.

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “Hell yeah.” He leaned in a bit. “I’m the best there is.” He winked.

The blood rushes up to your cheeks and you couldn’t help but giggle like a little girl.

Dean rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance. “Psh, doubt it. Bet I can smoke your ass.”

Brian met Deans gaze, scanning his face for bluff.

“You’re on.” He stammered. “Come on, just you and me. Winner gets to take Y/N on a date.”

Your eyes grew wide and suddenly, you felt anxious.

The boys all turned to you, making your heart beat rapidly.

“Game on.” Dean gritted through his teeth.

Gotta Go Fast

Overview: Sam helps the reader work on her cardio… “helps.”

Characters: SamxReader, Dean being snarky on the side

Word Count: 1,526

Warnings: mild language, tomatoes, running (always a warning), fluffy fluff

A/N: This was written for @pinknerdpanda‘s Birthday Celebration Challenge. The happiest of birthdays to you, my lovely sunflower! My prompt was: I think running is wrong, unless professionally or as a child. I picked this prompt because it resonates within the depths of my soul. Hope you like how all the crazy turned out, Manda ;) (And, as always, special thanks to my letter checkers @wheresthekillswitch & @hannahindie. I would be lost without them.)

“Dean, I’m telling you, a tomato is a fruit.” 

Dean scoffed, “Please. A tomato goes in salad. Salad is rabbit food. Rabbit food is vegetables. It’s a logic circle, Y/N.” He spun his finger in the air to emphasize his geometric statement.

I pushed my mug back and leaned forward on my elbows, “So if it goes in salad, it’s a vegetable? Hands down. No exceptions.”

Dean nodded and took a bite of his scrambled eggs.

“Then explain strawberries in salad. Or, better yet, fruit salad.”

He paused mid chew, took a moment to let my statement sink in, then pointed his fork at me, “Momentary transformation.” 

“So now we have a food identity crisis on our hands?”

“Y/N, I’m telling you-”

“Hey guys.” Sam briskly walked into the kitchen, his entrance stopping Dean from continuing to defend his non-existent correlation.

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anonymous asked:

so i've been reading alot of esama (and your stuff- it's really good :D *thumbs up) lately and compared to you guys, all the other fanfics seem to be ten times more angsty. so i wanted to ask (cause you're the only tumblr person i ask stuff to) if you can rec some fics (i'm fine with any fandom). i'm not exactly looking for fluff or crack, just kind of a -i move at my own pace and i don't really care about what you think character. hope that wasn't too confusing and i really appreciate it!!! :D

Sorry this is a bit late, I’ve been really busy lately so I couldn’t get to this until now. The criteria you set is a little… hard to get a bead on but here’s some fics that (imo) aren’t overly angsty and has pretty independent/my-pace kind of characters, and of course they’re all really good. I tried to pick fics from a variety of fandoms so I hope you’ll enjoy them:

such selfish prayers by andromeda3116 (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Katara’s ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.

if you try to break me, you will bleed by Dialux (Game of Thrones)

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly.

And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

The life and times of Hatake Kakashi, the long-suffering jōnin-sensei by FeelingsDusk (Naruto)

Kakashi is being trolled. He doesn’t know how that can be, but he knows with utmost certainty that he’s being trolled somehow.


Kakashi gets saddled with the cheekiest little brats ever and wonders if it’s too late to become a missing nin.

The best helping hand is at the end of your own arm by FeelingsDusk (Teen Wolf)

Stiles draws the line at being kidnapped and tortured by a geriatric fascist and having to sacrifice his poor Roscoe to save people that didn’t appreciate it afterwards, thank you very much.

(Peter is smitten by his approach to self-sufficiency.)

Cirrus Cloud by silencia20 (HP x KHR)

In which you are Acacia Potter and drift around in the world. The war’s over and now most of what you do is out of boredom, until you meet a certain hitman.

grow up mean by pprfaith, reena_jenkins (BtVS x Fast & Furious)

Carter has always had an eye for deadly things and the blonde on his dancefloor fits the bill.

Adventures in Magick by PseudonymousEntity (Harry Potter)

“What Would A Hero Do?” Newly crowned wizard and avid reader of fantasy fiction, eleven-year-old Harry Potter makes friends with the goblin standing outside Gringotts with unforeseen consequences. Armed with an unlikely posse -his insatiable curiosity- and a pocket full of questions, Curious!Harry embarks on his first year at Hogwarts. Merlin help us.

Say Boys Don’t You See Them Bones by Adel Mortescryche (Mortescryche) (KHR)

In which Tsuna’s the Corpse Whisperer.

(Or: In the months he spends at the Varia Compound at Timoteo’s behest, Tsuna manages to stumble across enough forgotten dead bodies to fill entire cemeteries. And everyone is terribly amused. Except, y’know, for him.)

Influence of Souls by Nia_River (Harry Potter)

He stared at his journal, a creation into which he had poured his memories and dreams, his heart and … soul. Now, to send it to where it needed to be.

Young and Built to Fall by fingers-falling-upwards (One Piece)

Ace will save his nakama. He will save his father. And he will save his little brother and ensure Luffy’s happiness even if it kills him. Again. Thankfully, he won’t be doing it alone. Together, he and Luffy will change the world.

once a queen or king of narnia, always a king or queen by dirgewithoutmusic (Chronicles of Narnia)

A lion told her to walk away, and she did. He forbade her magic, he forbade her her own kingdom, so she made her own.

Susan Pevensie did not lose faith. She found it.

The Little Guy by TokiMirage (Final Fantasy VII)

The last thing Cloud wants, when given the chance, is to do it all over again. Instead, he chooses the normal life. After all, a Janitor could never save the world. But… well, it all starts with the General’s coffee machine.

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer (Harry Potter)

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn’t let him do it alone.

An Invincible Summer by ShanaStoryteller (Naruto)

When Naruto is five, he’s gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead.

Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy.

Again and Again by Athy (Harry Potter)

The Do-Over Fic - a chance to do things again, but this time-To Get it Right. But is it really such a blessing as it appears? A jaded, darker, bitter, and tired wizard who just wants to die; but can’t. A chance to learn how to live, from the most unexpected source.


Soooo, did anyone want to read a fic where the letters of the alphabet start disappearing, one by one? No? Well I wrote one anyway! (It’s basically a Miraculous AU of the novel “Ella Minnow Pea”, so certain letters of the alphabet start being banned throughout the story and the characters have to find a way to stop this before they can’t say anything at all…)


(Can’t really post it on tumblr, the layout doesn’t work!)


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“Dean come on man, you don’t have to do this.” Sam stated, reaching for his brother.

The older Winchester turned on his heels and shook his head. “You see them. Laughing and crap.”

Sam followed his gaze and saw you with Brian, looking at his car.
“Are you serious? Dude, it’s just some guy. I am sure she won’t even remember his name after this.”

Dean clenched his jaw shut and shrugged his shoulders. “That’s the plan.” He smirked. “Now watch out, I’ve got a race to win.”

Before Sam could protest, he slipped into his car and closed the door behind him.

“So you really like racing huh?” You asked, biting on your lower lip, refraining from smiling.

“It’s my life. It’s like-” he paused and crept up behind you. Causing chills to cover you up and down. “It’s freedom. Just you and the road.”

Your stomach fluttered, and your breath hitched to the back of your throat. As you slowly turned to face him, you met his beautiful blue eyes. Losing yourself in them.

Man he was gorgeous. And the way he was so carefree somehow made him even more sexier.

“Hey O'conner! Are you just gonna stand there all day or you going to the streets!” Someone yelled from behind.

You both turned your gaze over.

“Shut up toretto! I’m comin.” Brian stammered. “We will continue this conversation when I get back.”

He walked over to the car, and slipped in. Sam made his way to your side, catching your attention.

“This is crazy.” Sam muttered.

“Why is Dean even doing this?” You exclaimed, looking at the two cars in front of you.

“He is doing it for you.”

His words stitched into you and for a moment, you almost forgot how to breathe.

“Alright boys! Ready, set, GO!” The girl yelled, throwing the flag up in the air.

Before you knew it, the guys were down the street, side by side. Your heart was pounding profusely hoping they’d both come back safely. Especially Dean and his baby. You don’t know what would happen if he scratched the car.

“I can’t watch!” You spewed, covering your eyes with your hands.

Sam could only chuckle.

Brian had one thing on his mind, and that was to win. If he won, that meant he was able to take you out. And since the moment he laid eyes on you, that’s all he wanted. Was to get to know you.

He put his heart into this race, focusing on the road in front of him.

Dean was in the lead for a bit. Smirking as he kept he speed.

For the year he has known you, he couldn’t help but have feelings for you. But with this life, he was afraid to act on them. Until today when he noticed how easy it is to lose you to someone else. And it scared him.

They were close to the end, and you couldn’t breathe. Biting your nails out of habit, you were honestly not even sure who you wanted to win.

Dean felt cocky as he was in the lead, laughing until Brian managed to sneak up next to him.

The roar from their engines caused shivers up and down your spine. Anxious for it to end.

“Holy crap, this is so close!” Sam cackled.

“Shit!” You exhaled.

Closing your eyes shut, the boys made their way to the end. Everyone soared, clapping and chanting.

You shot your gaze to Sam, and furrowed your brows.
“Wait, who won?!”


“You exorcised it, Reigen,” Dimple said. “I told you before. You’re a real psychic now.”

The spirit was saying something else now, but Reigen couldn’t hear him over the sudden roar of blood in his ears. He looked down at his shaking fingers. The aura remained, rising slowly off of him in slow tendrils of smoke. There had to be some other explanation. Reigen was not a psychic. There was no possible way he had any sort of power, and certainly not enough power to banish a spirit of that caliber.

And then a thought appeared. It was a strange, all consuming thought, one that Reigen recognized as not his. Everything else in his mind became black static.

you are not my host.

hello friends. over christmas break, i wrote a multi-chapter mob psycho 100 au fic called symbiosis.

after fighting Claw’s Seventh Division (the end of the first season of the anime), Mob’s powers leave Reigen, but something is left behind- something undefinable. Reigen realizes something is wrong, but doesn’t know what, until something- that is, ???%- begins talking to him. Meanwhile, someone begins to take notice of the strange psychic activity coming from the Spirits and Such Consultation office.

If you enjoy plot centric AUs involving psychic powers, horror elements, and general twists and turns, check it out! it’s pretty good. 

Hit The Brakes

HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY to a wonderful lady; Angel. @whispersandwhiskerburn You’re an ingenious writer, a wonderful pal and a very patient beta! Thank you for being a friend - cue opener for the golden girls…

Thanks also goes to @grace-for-sale for being my beta for this one.
This very short piece connects to Racing Hearts.

YN yanked the handbrake tight, stepped on the clutch, and swung the wheel. Her elbow joint threatened to pop, her shoulder tense to hold the turn, knee braced against the center console. Her stomach kept flying out to the right as the car squealed to a stop. Although her body was whipping this way and that her head remained still, and all that was going through it, I gotta get outta here.

She slammed down on the handbrake and forced the mustang into second gear as she attempted to take off from the 180 turn. The wheels spun on the smooth asphalt, finally catching and throwing her forward and up the quiet road.

YN squinted and leant back fully against the seat, head slightly turned as she ploughed into the wall of smoke in front of the car. The very thing she’d been trying to outrun. The smoke separated as if it were Moses parting the sea, and the woman behind the wheel gave a small prayer of thanks to her favorite cousin.

“Watch out.” Came a booming voice through previously silent speakers. She swerved, the car creaked and cracked, the passenger side wheels lifted off the road as the car threatened to roll. She leaned across the passenger seat, trying to use her weight to land the mach 1 back on the ground, and with a thud and bounce that shook her bones, she was on all four tires again. YN laid on the brakes, squealing to a stop. She threw open the door and stepped one leg out and looked back down the road at the impala that was parked.

She stared at the figure facing away from her, she’d know that man anywhere. Dean Winchester was in front of his car, staring into the black fog.

YN opened her mouth to call out to him, her other leg lifting out of the car, but she froze. A woman in black had materialized in front of the older hunter. YN turned quickly, folding into the mustang and closing the door at the same time as she put her foot to the floor and let out the clutch.

She couldn’t be seen. Not by the woman in black.
Not by Amara.
Not by her mother.

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It’s 2 a.m. and this just popped into my head.

Akira starts to gain a little weight (All the big bang burgers, curry, and ramen dates.) And starts to feel a little insure about it, but Ryuji being the good bf he is always cuddles and reassures Akira that it dosen’t matter how he looks to him, because he loves him no matter what and just want him to be happy with himself.

Hollstein Fanfic Rec (Feb 22 - March 27, 2017)

*Listed chronologically by last updated


  • Distant Worlds - MMORPG AU.  Smut
  • The Mediator - Ghost Smut ayyyy.  Laura can see the dead.
  • Common Ground - Laura and Carmilla are assholes to each other upon meeting.  Hate/Love.  Smut.
  • August to November - Another hate at first sight.  
  • i know your face all too well (still i wake up alone) - Her AU with a promise of Hollstein end game.  Mild smut.
  • All Or Nothing - Carmilla and Laura are ex-wives who find themselves remarried after a wild night in Vegas.  Smut.
  • Night Out - One-Shot.  Hollstein are thirsty for each other while out for dinner with Laf and Perry.  Smut
  • hold me by the heart - One-shot.  Canon compliant for episode 3.22.  Smut.
  • In Every Universe - “After Carmilla dies unexpectedly, a distraught Laura receives help from the gods and goes on a mission to make sure that they meet and fall in love in every universe”
  • Tempest - One-shot.  Domestic married Hollstein.  Smut.

Recently updated fics I’m still reading since last rec:

Headcanon: Owen G Shaw


Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW) (Link To Person Who Created The Headcanon and all the A-Z info)

Summary: Usually with this headcanon, you select one of my characters and then side me letters you want did for them. Right now I’m doing their names. If you like me to do one of the letters you select, please click the link above that will take you to the whole A to Z selections. Then just leave a message in the ask box with the characters name and letter’s you selected. 

Headcanon: Owen G Shaw

Owen G Shaw (Fast & Furious series) can be found in I’m A Gambling Man & Weapon X: New Age.

O = Oral: Though Owen loves receiving a blow job, he prefers to go town on you. A course not just for your pleasure but for his. He enjoys having you moaning and wiggling around while he teasing you with his tongue. He just loves hearing you beg for more and begging to cum. 

W = Wild Card, so I pick L= Location: Since Owen is always on the road for his work, he doesn’t mind getting some where ever the opportunity pops up. It could be in a car while he’s driving or in a club cart while he’s on the train. He really doesn’t care, as long as he can get between your legs, he will take it.

E = Experience: Owen has always been a charmer and a real ladies man. So there was no surprise that he had many lover’s since his teens. Though that makes you a bit jealous, it services you will when Owen takes you as his. He has ways of making chills go down your spin. Making your legs shake for days on end. Leaving your breathless and down for the count, each and every time.

N = NO: Though Owen pretty much up for anything, such as a threesome with you, another girl and him. But once you asked for him, another guy, and you, that was a big no for him. He was jealous of the fact you wanted another man wanted to touch you. When he started thinking about another woman touching you, he started getting a bit jealous. So now, he doesn’t want no one else but him to touch you. 

G = Goofy: Though Owen could be serious most of the time, including in the bedroom. He does goof off a bit, specially when your feeling down. He being teasing you with his hands, while he’s whispering jokes in your ear. If that doesn’t work, he’ll roll both of you off the bed and bump into all the furniture just to make you laugh. He would take your mind of everything, with his voice and his touch.  

S = Stamina: Since Owen works out and has a lot of patience, he has great stamina. He can go from a quickie, when he’s in a rush to get to work or take hours on in. When he does get a chance to spend all day with you, he’ll take his sweet time. He’ll tease you with his hands, making you beg to cum. Once you do, he’ll taste you licking up every single drop just to get you going again. Then you start begging him to be inside you, he will but he won’t let you cum just yet. He’ll drag it out for hours, to make up for the time he was away. 

H = Hair: Owen cares about his appearance, either it’s because of work or for you, he likes to keep will groom. He always make sure he’s looking good for work, hair and facial hair kept in order. And for you, he likes to make sure there’s no hair to abstract your view of his “features”. He loves it when you run your hands up and down his body, feeling his smooth skin. But what he really loves, is when you have no problem taking him all the way into your mouth, getting a real feel of his smooth “features”.

A = Aftercare Though Owen doesn’t seem like the type that would stay with you after having sex, let alone cuddle but he was. Ever since he found you, he wanted to be close to you, even when your guys slept. He love having you lay on his chest and having his arms wrapped around you. He love hearing you whisper his name before you close your eyes and draft to sleep. He would stay up, holding you and whispering to you how much he cared for you. 

W = Wild Card, so I pick K = Kink: One thing Owen really loves to do, is to show how strong and over powering he can be. When you keep teasing him all day by sending him pictures and videos of yourself to him, he makes you pay for it soon as he comes through the door. He smiles at you wick while rips all your clothes off you and shoving you onto the bed. He’ll flip you around and demand you put your hands behind your back. He’ll take off his belt and tie your hands up, then he’ll fuck you long and hard. Leaving you both sacrifice with a smile on your faces. 

Hope you guys enjoy this headcanon for Owen G Shaw. Still more to come from Luke Evan’s other characters.

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robocrow2  asked:

180, Shakarian please.

180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”

[I originally wanted to do hella smut for this, but it just turned into fuckin fluffy sorta I GUESS A LITTLE SMUTTY, bs like it always does when I write Shakarian hahaha. Enjoy <3

It’s a little short/kinda quick– as most my prompts are, slight cursing as usual as well for those of you wondering!]

When Garrus opened his eyes, he had almost completely forgotten where he’d fallen asleep… He could see the sky passing above his eyes as he adjusted to his surroundings. But the smell of lavender quickly surrounded him, and when he slid his eyes to the warm body pressed against his his mandibles loosened in awe. 

She was so beautiful laying there in his arms… her crimson hair flayed in every direction and matted from their long night of blowing off steam. Garrus scanned her face placing a taloned hand lightly to her chin. Her scars were still there lightly glowing beneath the thin surface of skin covering them, but they were hardly noticeable anymore. As he slide his eyes down her bare arms and back he noticed she had a new set of marks decorating her ivory skin. Evidence of his talons scratching down her back in those moments of pure ecstasy.

Garrus pulled her closer to him, nuzzling his head into her hair drinking in that smell he loved so dearly, a moment later she began to stir awake in his arms. “Damn it… I’m sorry, Shepard, I didn’t mean…” 

“Ohhh, look who’s here.” Shepard replied with a smile squeezing his torso tightly with eyes closed, her breath was light and her voice was sleepy. 

“Didn’t expect to see me?” Garrus pulled his mandibles in playfully, the soft purr of his voice sending cool waves over and through her. 

“To be honest, Garrus… I generally don’t expect anything… That way I’m never disappointed.” She ended with a smile, yawning as she pull her arms into a stretch.

Garrus passed her a fairly convincing smile, as he pull a hand to her cheek again running his thumb across her chin lightly. “I can tell you what to expect with me if you want.”

Shepard pursed her lips, enjoying the rough leathery texture of his skin pressed to hers. It was so nice to finally have him there. To have finally… 

She let a full smile escape her lips as she rubbed her tired eyes and nodded sweetly her voice feigning annoyance as she tease him. “Tell me, then.”

“Well, firstly you expect that I’ll be here every day you wake up,” Garrus pressed his lips to her forehead lightly. “and you can expect I’ll be here every night you fall asleep,” Now he kissed her nose. “and when you need me out there… I’ll be there, too Shepard.” He paused once more to kiss her on the mouth this time, sweet and tenderly; hoping he was doing it right.

Jane pulled a breath of air in as a cool wave of chills ran under her skin, feeling her cheeks growing warm at his confession; but feeling it wholeheartedly too. “You sure you’re up for all that, Gare? I’ve been told I can be quite the handful…” 

She wasn’t sure if he knew just what he was getting into with her… a night of fun was one thing– but a relationship was something else entirely. They were on their way towards the Omega 4 Relay. They were all likely going to die… But being with Garrus was one of the times she had something worth fighting for. 

Before, she did what she did to help people. Because she was what the galaxy needed. But now, she didn’t just fight for them. Now she was fighting for her… for Garrus… for them.

“Don’t do that, Shepard… not to me.” Garrus whispered, his undertones reverberating a sweetness she hadn’t heard before and it made her nervous. “You won’t scare me away. You don’t know what you do to me… When I saw you on Omega– I I thought I was already dead.” He paused pulling in a breath as his mandibles pulled a little closer to his face as he run a hand over his fringe. “I was as good as dead. But you did what you do and you found me– you saved me and you brought me here. And I promise you this, Shepard… I will always find you, no matter how bad things might look. You can count on me.”

When Shepard watched the words leaving his mouth, she felt so overwhelmed that she almost started crying. Which was just unacceptable to her frankly, and quickly she shot up wiping her eyes before the tears escaped. Luckily Garrus hadn’t noticed, or if he did he didn’t react. After a moment she turned back towards him sporting the widest smile she could muster; throwing her leg over him placing herself across his hips. “Goddamn it, Garrus… I’m not supposed to love you.” 

“Says who?”

“Everyone… The rules… It’s just– you don’t do it, Garrus. I’m your Commander. I’m human…” Shepard didn’t even realize she’d told him she loved him, or that she’d been in love with him since she met him.

“Little late for that, isn’t it? Plus… you know how I am with following rules.” Garrus said, his eyes growing heavy and quite flirty as she lean down kissing him hard.

“You’re trouble, Vakarian. Just trouble.” 

He slid his hands up her back pulling her closer to him. “I… love you too, by the way…” 

Jane was scared… she hadn’t been in a relationship for years. She hadn’t done anything more than a fling in years, she hadn’t loved in years… Yet here she was. Ready. Willing… and so damn smitten she didn’t even care that they all might die in a few hours.

For now they had this. And not even the end of life as they knew it was gonna take that from her.

Tiny Side Adventures: Breaking Fast

Inspired by this post. Also, check out this version of events by tinysidestrashcaptain.  Sincerest thanks to romananalogicality for the idea, it’s a lot of fun, even if it did grow beyond what I thought it would be.

Pairings: None

Genres: Tiny Sides, Fluff, Adventure, Parenting(ish)

Warnings: accidental injury, mess, tension

Word Count: 788

Author’s Note:  So, I know some readers have expressed distress over cliff-hangers, so I tried to be nicer this chapter (spoiler, it didn’t work too well)

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Roman rose back into the living room of the mind-scape 45 minutes later.  It had taken a while to relay everything that had happened in the last 22 hours or so to Thomas.  And of course, Thomas had questions and concerns, with Roman not always able to give an answer. Would the fact that Virgil had aged faster give him a more power of Thomas’s emotions?  Why were they aging at different rates?  What the heck did that sorcerer mean?  Given the power of the potion on Thomas’s state of mind, was the morally-ambiguous sorcerer a side of Thomas?

Roman had been thrown by that question, and honestly, he wasn’t sure of the answer. They weren’t a side the way Logan, Virgil, Patton, and hewere.  For one, they didn’t seem to have their own room, but they could and did manipulate Roman’s room to some extent. For another thing, they didn’t look like Thomas and didn’t identify as male like the rest of the sides did.  They also hadn’t introduced them self as an aspect of Thomas’s personality, actually, they hadn’t introduced them self at all.

Roman was drawn back to the present and away from that troubling question by a crash and a cry from the kitchen.  Imagining the worst possible scenarios, Roman rushed into the kitchen and was caught completely off-guard by the sight that met him.

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Eyes Wide Open All the Time: Chapter 29 “Eyes Closed”

Preview:  Makoto helps Haru into his denim vest and turns the boy around. Makoto nods to himself, then to Haru, more firmly and with reassurance. But then he breathes the saddest laugh, shaking his head hopelessly. “You shouldn’t look so beautiful right now. I can’t stand you for it.”

Haru’s face crumbles and he surges up on his toes to kiss Makoto, their hands moving through hair and framing faces. Makoto buries Haru against his chest, squeezing his eyes shut against the watery burn. Fiercely, he whispers, “You better come home to me.”

Haru pulls back, fisting Makoto’s shirt. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Haru’s lips tremble apart to say more, but then firm into a line. Instead, he presses his cheek against Makoto’s heart and listens as it beats.

Work Summary: “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” Haru says even as he can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The light is in Makoto’s eyes. “I know you.”

In which Haru is a former drug addict selling dope, Makoto is a teacher fresh out of the army, and Sousuke is a cop who makes the mistake of helping a rentboy named Rin.

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A Girl Worth Fighting For-10

Summary: When your brother is drafted into WWII, you do the unthinkable to save him and your family: you take his place, in secret. Bucky x Reader, based on Disney’s Mulan.

AN: This one is kinda lengthy but THINGS ARE HAPPENING. I’m not even sure I really like this chapter but we gotta get a move on lol

Words: 1147

Warnings: None

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Masterlist  Part 9

Originally posted by stereocolours

The morning sun woke you up before anyone else. It blared in front of your eyelids, stirring you from some far off dream of home. When you opened your eyes, however, you saw Bucky’s sleeping face. The sleeping bag was pulled up to his chin, head resting on the hard ground under him. His eyes flickered with sleep and you took a moment to just watch him, a soft smile on your lips. He looked so at ease, so peaceful. Part of you just wanted to lie there and watch him, to count his eyelashes or reach out and brush a finger on his cheek. Stubble had started to grow on his jaw, and he looked more of a man now than ever before.

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Eleventh Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third


They’d been forced to leave northern Minnesota mid-February after Mulder caught one of his bosses staring longer than necessary and asking more personal questions than Mulder deemed appropriate for someone on the run from all kinds of law to be able to answer. Scully had quietly left with him at midnight, walking away from her job, her semi-friends and her identity as Ella Fargas, the nice janitor lady at the high school who hadn’t flinched, regardless of what she had to clean up, which impressed everyone at that school above and below the age of 18.

They’d learned, over the years, to keep everything packed up and ready to go. They didn’t have too many personal possessions but what they had, they didn’t want to lose. Scully’s suitcase contained her clothes, her carved chess set and the ornaments they’d collected while her backpack contained the monstrous medical exam and study book she’d received the previous Christmas from Mulder because ‘he didn’t want her to lose all those smarts she had’. In Mulder’s suitcase and backpack were his laptop which they’d saved months for and gave him access to the world, articles, newspapers, the Internet and forums for everything and anything he wanted to find out. Also, his notebooks, a collection of stolen pens and as he told Scully, a few other odds and ends that were completely and totally useless but completely necessary to life.

They lived out of these bags, two each plus a third large duffel for winter gear, shoes and food in case of quick getaway.

This out-of-suitcase living was now so common place that when Mulder forgot momentarily and hung up his clean shirt in the closet, she gave him a look of such incredulity that he flushed, feeling like he’d cracked their system in half and the world was on the verge of collapse.

Then she smiled at him, taking the shirt from the hanger and folding it, packing it away with the rest of the newly laundered items, “brain farting, as you put it Mulder, is not usually your style. Got something on your mind?”

“Not yet.” Squeezing her hips as he slipped by her, “I’ll tell you if it pans out though, promise.”

Now intrigued, she carried on with her nightly routine, bathing, hair-drying, reading, having Mulder quiz her, volleying back and forth about some whacked-out theory Mulder found online before she asked again, “what are you planning in the brain of yours?”

Poking her side as he lay next to her under the sheets, “hey, a little intrigue is good for us. Keeps the fires alive.”

In one fell swoop, she rolled him over, climbed on top and pushed his shirt up around his neck, “I think our fires are just fine.”


They wandered East and West, North and South, back and forth, two days or a week at a time, deciding the comforts of their semi-settled Minnesota existence might not be the best way to go for awhile. It wasn’t until late September that they slowed their ramble, Scully becoming frequently more ill-at-ease with the aimlessness of their journey. She’d made it through almost three years but it was taking its toll. As a couple, they were doing okay, the occasional fight, the occasional silence, the occasional mutterings of ‘jackass’ and ‘pain in my ass’ while both fumed at one another, testing who would crack first and apologize.

But her mind and her spirit were exhausted and it showed, Mulder apologizing more frequently and hugging her more closely than she thought possible.

One morning, huddled safely in a cabin they’d rented in cash, off the beaten path to all but the passing deer hunter, he pulled her towards him, moving the stray blonde hairs from her cheeks, “hey Scully?”

“Unless you have breakfast somewhere in the vicinity of my mouth, don’t wake me up.”

Knowing her just that well, he held up a torn section of cinnamon roll from last night’s dessert, “will this do?”

Eyes still shut, she opened her mouth and accepted the peace offering, sucking the icing off his fingers with a slow, drawn-out lip smack, “yes. What do you want?”

“What would you say to us looking for a place to live, like a real place to live? One with walls and windows and a fridge bigger than a stamp and maybe even more than one toilet.”

He really should have waited until she’d swallowed before dropping this bomb on her and it took a few minutes to dislodge the dough from her lungs, coughing until she cried then calming again from her scary little fit of near-death, “what?”

Mulder could smile now that he knew she wasn’t going to die in front of him, “I was thinking that we could start concocting some kind of story where we’ve gone our separate ways and you would like to come back to the real world and need help finding a house and you could talk to Skinner and see if it’s even possible. Have him feel things out, maybe ask around to know if it would be safe for you to go back to normal.” Sliding her gently back down to lay beside him, “I can’t keep doing this to you. You deserve more than hotel mattresses and living out a suitcase.”

“Mulder …”

“No, I think we should think about this. If it works, then good but if it doesn’t, at least you know we’ll have tried.”

“You … you wouldn’t really leave though, right? You promised.”

“I would be perfectly content to hide in the house all day. I can go running and outside after dark or if we get a place with enough land, I could garden or build stuff, who knows. I just know that I can’t do this to you anymore.”

The thought honestly scared her but in a giddy, good way and kissing him, icing still on her lips, they celebrated the possibility of not having to run anymore.


It was a long process and they were holed up in North Carolina when Christmas arrived, with two feet of snow, windchills in the double negatives and a Mulder-smile, commenting on how it felt just like they were back having their first Christmas together, only naked this time.

Even though it wasn’t Christmas morning, Scully leaned over the edge of the bed and retrieved his gift, “open it. I know it’s early but open please.”

Never arguing with an unclothed Scully had been his personal rule since the first time he’d laid eyes on her perfect breasts and not about to break that rule, he took the gift, unwrapping it with paper flying everywhere, then staring at it in confusion.

It was a clear ornament, one that unscrewed in half, holding a single key.

Opening the orb slowly, he took out the key, never taking his eyes off her, “you have me totally befuddled.”

“That’s one of our house keys.” Now he just looked so totally ‘what?!’ that she smiled, sitting up, wrapping comforter around shoulder before continuing, “the paperwork went through with a little help from Skinner and the real estate lady sent the key to the Post Office box and I picked it up yesterday and thought it would be a pretty good gift.”

For some crazy reason, the fact that she would be in a home again soon, with him, like some sort of kind of a hint of a real family, made tears fill his eyes. Holding it up between them, “we should go look at it now.”

“Um, it’s after 9pm, it’s a three-hour drive and that boatload of snow out there isn’t just for looks. Maybe tomorrow or the next day after they’ve plowed some of the highways but right now, we’d be stuck before we got out of town.”

Impatient to the core, he opened his mouth to argue but she shut him up swiftly, her mouth covering his, her body following. Eventually, exhaustion forced him into sleep, mouth slack, body sated, limbs tangled with hers as he mumbled something about christening the new house as soon as possible.


Three long days later, they were trudging through snowdrifts higher than Scully, forced to leave the car at the main road while they walked the half-mile to the house. Frozen solid, yet sweating profusely under their winter coats and leggings, they didn’t stop to look at the porch or the shuttered windows but went right inside, shucking off clothing to leave in a heap by the door.

Only when they were stripped down to jeans and thermal shirts did they look around.

This time is was Scully crying, stepping up the stairs a few feet to grab him in a proper hug, squeezing his neck until he choked out a laugh and she lightened her grip. Burying his face in the side of her neck, “welcome home.” A few minutes later, he peeled away from her, holding up a finger to keep her in place, which she obeyed with open wonderment. Watching him carefully remove a box from his jacket pocket, he held it up to her, still in its Christmas paper, “I would have given you this on Christmas morning but decided to wait until we got here.”

Intrigued, she ripped the paper, opened the box then removed a clear glass Christmas bulb. Without looking or reading the words on it, she looked at him, “you stole my idea.”

“Actually, Dana Scully, you stole mine. I’ve been waiting since October, when we decided to find the house.”

The Dana made her grin, the Scully made her warm from head to toe but the gift made her speechless. Inside, on a bunch of pulled apart cotton balls, sat a simple, gold band, a small, deep red-purple stone set with a small diamond on either side. Stomach officially all over the map and brain forgetting how to speak, she turned the bulb slowly, reading, “will you marry me?” and the year, Mulder’s script careful and precise in its sloppy familiarity.

She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t breathe. She could, however, feel her heart thudding against her ribs, painfully strong and erratic as all hell. The only thing she could do was stare, the tears blurring things before they fell but in between watery visions, she could see Mulder clear as day, across from her, perfect as anything in the world and all hers.


The answer shot out towards him like a bullet, fast, sharp, crisp and unmistakable.

He laughed, truly afraid for a moment she was either going to faint, explode or most scary of them all, say ‘no’. Taking the ornament from her, he opened it, slipped the ring on her finger then held up the words to her again, “sure about your answer to this?”

This time her ‘yes’ was whispered in his ear.