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Closer (Crankgameplays x Reader)

(A short little fic based on the song Closer. Enjoy!)

Ethan was at first hesitant to go with the rest of the team to the hotel bar. He couldn’t drink nor was he confident in his ability to socialize with tipsy strangers on the dance flooe. However, as time passed and the music seeped into him, he became quite the dance machine. He’d deny it though, regardless of the videos Mark took.

Dancing was tiring and thirst inducing, leading him to the bar. He ordered water, sitting on the stool. He absently gazed around, watching people interact and dance. Glasses of different shapes reflected the lights, acting like alcohol filled disco balls. It was then he saw you, curved glass in hand, at the opposite of the bar.

The blaring loudness and blinding lights of the club seemed to disappear when his eyes met yours. It’s been four years since he’s seen you and you only got more beautiful. It was like the air got sucked out of his lungs. Ethan stood and made his way to you, smiling. He’s missed you.

You almost dropped your drink when you saw him. A part of you didn’t recognize the man walking towards you, but his smile confirmed it. It was Ethan, the boy you left four years ago when you left Maine. What are the chances your in the same hotel at the same time?

“Y/N…” His voice flowed through the air, a familiar sound.

You lowered your glass. “It’s been a while, Ethan.”

“Yeah, I missed you.” Ethan takes the seat next to you.

“I’m sorry for not calling,” You sheeply look to the side, “I should’ve kept in touch with you, Ethan.”

Ethan placed his hand over yours. Did it hurt when you left? Oh yes. Yet, that was in past. “But you’re here now.”

“You’re right.” You smiled.

The two of you just looked at each other, taking in the sights. As far as you two were concerned, the hotel bar was empty and silent. Hell, the rest of the world was empty and silent. Only you two existed and mattered.

Eventually, the sights and sounds flooded in. Too much lights to see, too much sounds to talk. There was too much heat building up as well, desperately seeking a way to relieve the pressure inside the two of you.

“Want to catch up somewhere more… quiet?” You offered, bitting your lip.

Ethan nodded. “Let me just tell my friends I’m leaving. They might think I goy kidnapped.”

“I’ll be by the elevators.” You kissed his cheek, smirking as you walked away because you know he was totally watching the curves of your figure.

Ethan felt a rush deep in the pit of his stomach. His eyes were in fact on you, not standing from his seat until you left his line of sight. He made his way to where Mark and the rest of the team were, sitting at a booth.

“Ethan! Where have you been?” Mark was of course louder than the music.

“I told you, I saw him at the bar talking to someone cute.” Amy said, winking at him.

“That was an old… friend. Haven’t seen them in four years.” Ethan ran his fingers through his hair. “We’re going to catch up somewhere else. See you guys tomorrow.”

They all woo’d, Ethan scratching the back of his head. He waved and turned, ignoring the calls to “have fun” and “remember protection”.

You pressed the up button when you saw him. “So…”

“What have you been up to?” Ethan asked.

“Finishing my degree. I’m here for a research project.” You heard the elevator arrive, the metal doors opening. “I’ve heard your YouTube thing is doing pretty good.”

Ethan walked in after you. “Yeah, my channel is steadily growing and it’s a lot of fun working on projects with Mark.”

“I’m happy to hear that, Ethan.” You smiled.

“My room or yours?” Ethan asked you.

“Yours. I’m unfortunately rooming with another person from my school.”

He pressed the floor button, leaning against the mirrow wall of the elevator. You stood next to him, shoulder to shoulder. You looked at each other, the two of you grateful for the emptiness of the elevator.

When the doors opened, your lipstick was equally on his lips as they were on yours and equally out of breath. He moved his hand from your waist to your hand, guiding you to his room.

Ethan stumbled with the key card, taking three tries before opening the door. Not that it his fault, you were very much distracting him with your lips on his neck.

The next morning, he woke up first. His arm wrapped around his waist and your head laid on his chest. The sun gently filted through the window, making you glow with sunlight. He could spend the rest of his life in this moment, watching you peacefully sleep and framed by sun.

Your eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of him. “Morning…”

He kissed the top of your head. “Morning, sleepy head.”

“Want to watch the sunset with me?”

“Of course.”

You sat up, stretching your arms above your head. “Like what you see?”

Ethan smiled, eyes on your form. “Hell yeah.”

“Just wait till you see me in lace.” You stood, looking for your shirt. “Have you seen my clothes?”

He turned and checked his side of the bed. “Uh… I found my shirt?”

“May I? I’d rather not show it all to the views of other guests.”

“Of course.” He passed the shirt to you. “What about lace?”

You put his shirt on, buttoning it up half way. You were short, making the shirt a dress. “Patience Ethan, patience.”

He stood and put on sweatpants, joining you in the balcony. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head into yhe crook of your neck.

“So beautiful…” Ethan mumbled into your skin.

“Yeah… It’s amazing how the clouds look with the sun rising.”

“I was talking about you.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet.” Mark?

“Ah fuck… I forgot Mark had the room next door.” Ethan dug his head deeper into you neck, embarrassed. “Morning Mark…”

“Morning Ethan and… uh what’s your name?” And Tyler was on the other side.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Is that Ethan shirt?”

“Yes Mark, it is.” Ethan tried dragging you back into the room, too embarrassed to stay outside. “Morning Tyler.”

“Hey Y/N, want to join us for breakfast?

You nodded. "Sure.”

“Great, see you lovebirds at 9 AM.” Mark and Tyler went back into their respective rooms, leaving you and Ethan outside.

“Sorry about that… That was… embarrassing.” Ethan said.

You shook your head, turning around to kiss his cheek. “Nah, it was nice to meet your friends. Even the only thing I’m wearing is your shirt.”

Ethan smiled, pulling you inside. “It’s 7:40. Think we have time for-”

“Join me in the shower?”

“Hell yeah.”

(Hope you liked this! If you did like this, you can request a song and I can write a fic based off the song. Or send in a prompt or a scenario, whichever works.


Rihanna in London wearing Pro Filt'r Primer, Pro Filt'r Foundation in 330 (and 310 as a concealer), Match Stix Matte in Almond (conceal) and Truffle (contour), and Match Stix Shimmer in Unicorn (highlight + eyes) and Confetti (highlight + eyes + lips).

Muminpappans Memoarer Vocab List Part 1 - Prolog

Hej hej! I said I was gonna do this, so here is some vocab I had to look up/had to re-look up while reading the novel “Muminpappans Memoarer”, by Tove Jansson^^

  • Att skafa sig en förkylning: To catch a cold
  • En trädgårdsgunga: A garden swing
  • Att snyta sig (snyter, snöt, snutit): To blow one’s nose
  • Förfärligt: Terribly, awfully
  • Snuvan (uncountable): The sniffles
  • En gunstol: A rocking chair
  • En filt: A blanket
  • Ordentlig: Proper
  • En romtoddy: A rum toddy
  • En vindskammare: An attic
  • Att rada upp: To line up
  • Att uppmana: To order or ask somebody to do something
  • En spårvagn: A tram
  • Sjöskum: Seafoam
  • Hes: Hoarse
  • Att stoppa om: To put someone in bed
  • Att beklaga: To regret, to be sorry
  • Att trösta: To comfort, to console
  • Förargad: Annoyed
  • Ända tills: Until
  • En matklocka: A dial gauge
  • En prydnad: An adornment, a decoration, an ornament
  • Förvånad: Amazed, astonished, surprised
  • Slags: Sort of
  • En lotterivinst: A lottery prize
  • Att sucka: To sigh
  • Antagligen: Presumably, likely, probably, supposedly
  • Att medge: To acknowledge, to concede, to confess
  • Ens: Even
  • Så småningom: Eventually
  • Dystert: Gloomily
  • Ihålig: Hollow
  • Att städa: To clean (up)
  • Häromdan: The other day
  • Att utbrista: To burst out
  • Utan vidare: Offhand, outright

Please, keep in mind that Swedish is not my native language, so if you notice any mistake or want to reblog with any sort of commentary, by all means, don’t be shy!

Revali x Reader : Aliens in Hyrule (Part 3)

Originally posted by triforce-princess

He set off to once again find her, (y/n) her name was, in the middle of the night. He hadn’t got an ounce of sleep since two days prior, especially since the night before was spent searching and talking to her. Tonight, he forced himself to find her again, he didn’t know why but he had this sudden urge to see her, and keep an eye on her.

He… considered… the possibility of her being from somewhere else other than Hyrule, than she needs to be kept in check to make sure she isn’t potentially dangerous to his home and land. If not, from another world, than she is incredibly intelligent beyond her years and  anyone currently alive, and if that is the case, then she is someone to be feared. At least in Revali’s perspective, despite the fact that she doesn’t seem harmful or a danger.

This time it was really early into the night, 9 to be precise, as he swooped down gracefully and silently, landing onto the pillar of their previous meeting.  He found no one, no corpses, no blood, no jars with strange liquid and organs, nothing! All except for a single shining chest in the moonlight, feeling compelled towards it, he walked to it and opened it. He already knew it could have been something of hers, but out of habit, he opened it anyways, hoping her didn’t find some sort of dead rotting Bokoblin inside.

But much to his surprise there wasn’t any body in there at all, just five jars full of the strange liquid, the same small blade he had returned, a needle and thread, a paraglider, and a large book, as well as small diary.

Normally one is only able to fit in one item per chest, or multiple items of the same item. So the fact that she was able to fit many different items alone made him impressed, not that he would admit it.

He finally realized something, he can finally examine her inventory and be able to try to know something about her. Though he would have to be quick, if she was awake at one in the morning the previous night, then it was a possibility that she could be awake late into this night too.

So quickly but gently, he peered into the chest, and grabbed one of the jars, he saw the semi-transparent liquid contained within. He tried to open it, though for some reason he couldn’t, thus resulting him into just holding and staring at the jar. Finding a small piece of paper attached to the base of the jar, tilting it to be able to view it, it read ‘Methanol: jar 43’. This left Revali to wonder what this 'Methanol’ is, another question to ask his supposed extraterrestrial acquaintance. As if the ones he had already weren’t enough.

Directing his attention to the glider, he placed the jar next to him and reached to grab it. Just by holding it he could tell it was a crudely made one, especially due to some of the stitches seem to have been done in a hurry and are messy. Even the wood was uneven, the fabric must’ve been from 'Earth’, as he knew Hyrule did not have materials that felt sturdy and was flexible enough to move and bend  in such small angles, it even felt too heavy to be used for a glider.

Next was the large book, grabbing and opening it, he found diagrams of organs and every creature she must’ve faced in her time in Hyrule, each having labels on what they were, structure and function of the organism in an ecosystem and their own organs, surprisingly enough even a Lynel was drawn, body and organs. Each label was small in writing but detailed in paragraphs, though the writing seemed rushed, and was hard to read, especially since all the letters seemed to clash together and seemed to form one tiny, continuous scribble. Flipping through the pages, he saw things that not even he has seen, mainly dragons, and scales or piece of horn attached to the page, and again everything was labelled, titled well, and drawn correctly. That was until he came to the last page… the Rito page.

There were a few labels, and some were actually large and clear enough for Revali to understand. The first label he say was that of his wind, “wing: proportional to the body a high placed elbow, seems to act as a normal arm including hand (due to the elongated feathers that seem to curl and have muscle movement at the end of the wing), besides giving the Rito the ability to fly, it acts like a normal arm”.

Next was the beak, “beak: a yellow semi long chitin structure with a small black tip, is the place of the mouth, seems like a normal bird beak, function: unknown”. This made Revali scoff in laughter, ‘function: unknown’, it was pretty obvious that it is used for talking and eating, so silently chuckling, he diverted his eyes to the last label, “talons: three clawed toes, most likely grip well, act as normal toes and feet”.

This nearly made Revali nearly burst out in laughter, though thankfully he was able to stifle it so it came out as a small snort. Though he saw a small note by the title of the page, “Rito are said to have evolved from 'Zora’ people, and can fly for miles at a time, only seen once though specimen has returned and gave back a lost item. Proves that it is conscious of thought and does not act upon instinct, unlike other species encountered prior.”

He just kept on staring, 'it is conscious of thought,’ he just continued to stare, not sure to feel insulted or okay about it. But he took into consideration that the first few entries he saw all the random creatures one would see in the wild, so he didn’t mind as much. He flipped through more pages after that and saw nothing else as page content. So he closed it and turned to the smaller book, opened it and began to read it.

'Entry 205:

Filt finally came around and I was able to sell most of my monster organs, which allowed me to follow into the same routine, leaving me to make more Methanol. I am sincerely considering asking someone to build me a house in the area, a small cave isn’t cutting it anymore, especially with all the pains I am getting in the morning.  Kara and the others haven’t  come or found me yet, but then again I have only been gone for nearly seven Earth days, but I would’ve thought they would notice by now, after all I do see them nearly everyday. So they have to at least suspect something…. right? Anyways at least they try calling every once in a while.’

'Entry 207:

I ran out of food once again, so the sensible thing to do was to go get more food, even though I nearly stopped eating at this point, my hands seem to be getting worse, they haven’t stopped hurting in days, nearly a week here, but that’s the least of my problems. Earlier my alarm went off, and that means that withing the next few minutes, (sister/name) is soon going into surgery. I hope her procedures are done well, especially since I have to be replaced, since I’m here and back home… I blanked out again… I raided a Moblin camp, though somehow I flipped, next thing I know I’m on top of  a giant bird about to dissect it, it seemed like a him by the why he talked. Thankfully I snapped back because of the alarm… its been getting worse… I don’t know if it’s because of the isolation, or because I’m about snap…’

This gave Revali a bit of food for thought, especially to wonder on who the people she had written about were, they certainly do not sound like they were anywhere from Hyrule that was for sure, he continued to ponder about the strange things she has mentioned in her diary, especially their encounter through her perspective, even though it was vague.

'Entry 209:

I was able to talk to someone about the giant bird while I was selling my monster items, and they just laughed it off as if I was joking, then continued to ramble on about 'The Champions’ and how they are to save all of Hyrule, and how they were appointed by the King and protect the princess, well whoever and whatever they are, at least I know the name of the bird is 'Revali’… at least. Sadly I learned I lost my scalpel, no use going back to look for it now, it’s probably broken or taken by now, those things were always delicate and do break easily sadly.’

'Entry 210:

He came back… he actually came back and gave me back my scalpel. I was just expecting another lonely night, dissecting monsters, but he showed up… gave it back… and we actually talked for a little bit. Even if it was a miniature debate on whether I was Hylian/human. I think I convinced him with the tech, but he still seemed skeptical, even when he oh so dramatically left… surprisingly enough… even with that ego and arrogance he’s got going on… his company was nice…’

After reading this, Revali beamed with pride as he turned to read the next page all that there was, was:

'Entry 211:’

He supposed she was yet to write about her day and feelings. Flipping through the pages of the diary, he just found  them blank, so he closed it and started to clear up, making sure that everything was in the exact place he had found them in. Closing the chest, he stared back up at the moon, from what he can guess it was nearing 9:30. Whatever feelings of tiredness he felt before, was now long gone.

So deciding on taking a quick fly, he took off, and went wherever the gentle breeze decided to take him. Within a short period of time he found a pond with a waterfall crushing down into it.  He wasn’t aware there was one at such a distance from his home, but then again, he hasn’t flown this far away for quite sometime.

For some reason he felt drawn to it, and the closer he got to it, it felt clear to him why, with the sound of the strange and usual noise.

You could be anything at all, America, America-aaa~

He landed just on the edge of the pond, near a tree, and under it was a travel bag, one he knew all too well, with the noise coming from it. He knelt down and began to search the bag for the source of the noise, but he found more jars filled with 'Methanol’, some even containing organs, another book, and his feathery fingers grazed something sharp. He grasped it and pulled it out of the bag, and it was the sharp small blade, though quickly placed it back.

Just close your eyes and breath

He continued to sift through the bag until he came across a small rectangular object, he took it out and the noise became louder, till it started to grow softer and eventually stopped completely. It looked like the princesses Shiekah Slate only smaller, thinner, and it had no eye on the back but a small black glass square and two white ones, one even had small holes, and was mainly blue, with a black supposed front, and the 'SAMSUNG’ on both sides. The side of this object had buttons, something Revali chose not to press, as caution from his past experience with the supposed 'battery bank’.

He put it down on the grass and looked side to side, to find the owner of the strange new device, and he did. She was underneath the waterfall, though close to the ponds edge, which had her shield and soldiers claymore. The pond water reached till just above her knees,  she still wore her short trousers, which clung to her skin tightly due to being wet from the water, his gaze rose to her back, bare, severely scared, and covered in large purple bruises and bandages covering the top of her back with her shoulders visible and exposed, leaving him to only guess that her arms were covering her front. Hair damp, drenched and flat from the water falling onto her.

Though what caught his attention the most, and what made him shift his gaze back to, were her scars, of course they were on her back, but some of them were on her legs too. They were large claw marks and swords, possibly even a few puncture marks from spears and arrows, the bruises were most likely from clubs.

“You know, it’s not polite to stare…” her voice caught his attention, making him snap out of thought and gaze back up to her head and made eye contact with one of her eyes. She stood her ground, though her head was facing the side and slightly over her shoulder, the only eye facing him stuck in a tired glare.

His eyes widened in realization that he was practically eyeing her in an undignified way. Looking down to the miniature Shiekah Slate replica on the grass, his feathers on the back of his head began puff up, as he heard movement in the water, he figured it was her coming out of the pond, and soft feet moving silently on the grass, till they came to a halt, and slight thump was on the ground was heard next to him.

“So why are you here feathers,” it was more of a casual demand rather than a question, “I thought you people would be asleep by now.”

“ ’Feathers’…?”

Revali replied in uncertainty.“Of course, you’re covered in them,” she replied with a weak laugh, “could be worse, I could call you bird-brain, beak-nose, seed-breath…”

Arching his brow, he decided to take a look at her. She sat at distance from him, but enough distance for him to see the damage she had on her front side. The bandages that covered her back, also covered her chest, and along it, more severe scars that ran from the base of her neck to being hidden under her short trousers, stomach battered in large bruises, and arms covered in thin and thick scratches. Her shoulders had a few bite marks, while her neck was covered in a few light scratches. Looking at her face, she had small bruises scattered on her cheeks and chin, eyes dull and tired, and he was pretty sure it was not normal for anyone to have that many bangs under their eyes.

“I could say the same for you..”

“No offence or anything, but I don’t have feathers.”

“About the sleep! When was the last time you slept anyways? You look terrible.”

She began to wonder, being silent only for a few seconds till she came up with an answer that shocked him, “Over two months.”

He nearly choked on his own spit out of the shock he felt, making him do a double take and look her in the eye, wide eyed, once more, with smug tired smile on her face, “Hyrule time,” she stated pointing at the ground.

Not breaking eye contact, he shook his head and before he could break eye contact and face the pond, “your eyes,” she began, making him turn his head back to her.

“What about my eyes?” he asked turning his head back to her with a slight glare. All she did was slide herself next to him, grab his face with both her hands, turning it side to side. He was about to protest before she spoke. 

“They’re irritated…” she simply stated, letting go of his face, she reached her bag and rummaged in one of the front pockets to get out a small white bottle with the word ‘Vision’ on it. 

“So?” Revali tried to rebuttal.

“’So?’ it can cause an infection!” she exclaimed as she turned back to him and laid him down, with his head in her lap, bottle in one hand and a free pointed hand, “close one eye and follow my finger,” she ordered, and he followed, suddenly feeling a cooling liquid enter his eye suddenly, causing him to blink rapidly and flinch. 

“You okay?”

“I suppose…”

“Good, because your going to need to do it again with the other eye.”

Groaning, he did as told and felt more liquid fill his eye as he flinched once more. His eyes stung, but only momentarily until they felt relieved. They felt better, more sharp, and clearer.


“Not many fluids have this effect… I suppose I’m impressed… and I might be feeling better…“ he stated smugly.

She stared at him in disbelief, she would have argued, but she was too tired. So instead she pushed him off her lap in such away that he was sitting up again, "Whatever floats your boat Feathers…” she grumbled silently to herself as she placed the bottle back into her bag.

She had just grabbed her rectangular contraption, and was just about to put it in her bag, “What is that strange thing, another device of yours?” Revali piqued out of pure and innocent curiosity.

She halted in her movements, and asked, “This?” while using her hand to gesture to it, and with a nod from the bird, she huffed and began to explain.
“This is my phone, it allows me to communicate with other people who have also have a phone, while also letting you take pictures and videos, even search for information that I need,” she ended with a gentle gaze in his direction.
And thus the thyroid of questions and answers began.

“What is 'SAM-SUNG’”?

'SAMSUNG’, it’s the brand of the phone.”

“What is a video?”

“Think of it as a collection of pictures put together that make a continuous moving picture with sounds.”

“Can’t you contact your… fellow humans with that 'phone’?”

“Tried, and failed miserably…”

“How do you take pictures?”

“Simple,” she stated, pressing a button as it lit up to show a grid of small circles, she then pressed her index button on the same button again which changed the screen to an image of different images at once. “Okay so you got this displayed on the screen, we call it the home screen because it is the first thing that comes up on the phone when you unlock it.” She had stopped momentarily to see if he was paying attention, and once she saw his eyes wide in awe she continued. “You then look for the camera which is this icon over here,” she tapped an odd looking icon with the title ‘camera’ underneath it, and instantly the screen changed to reveal a reflective image of her and Revali, “then you just press this in the middle, smile!,” she pressed yet another button and with a ‘chk chk’ sound, the screen flashed to reveal the take picture.

Revali looked at it with fascination, the picture showed the bruised girl smiling softly with him cocking his head to the side with a brow raised in confusion and curiosity. 

“What about this… ‘video’?” Revali asked in contemplation.

“A similar process,” she continued and pressed another button, only the screen didn’t change as much with the exception of different buttons, “you just press this red button right here.” She then moved further away from Revali and held it up to her face, though was still facing Revali’s direction, “Wave and say hi to the phone!”

Even if the ‘phone’ did cover up her eyes, it failed to cover her amused and bright smile. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself, so quickly looking around to see if anybody was watching, and when saw that nobody was around, he just waved unsure what to do and gave out a confused “Hello?”.

She giggled, and came closer to him, to show his the sequence that had just played out mere seconds ago. Out of pure shock, he grabbed the phone and started looking at it at all angles possible, wanted to ask more questions, he really did, and just as he was about to, a yawn came out of his beak.

“Go home,” she started, “Go home and sleep you need it.”

He just rubbed his eyes with his wing as he handed the phone back to her, “How can you stay awake for three months?” he said as another yawn escaped his beak.

“Because I’m used to staying awake this long back on Earth, that and time here moves a lot faster than Earth,” was all she said continued to stare at him.

This made him look at her skeptically, “How do you know all this?”

She just smiled and replied, “I’m what you call a scientist, a doctor - healer, and an observer… And now you can go home knowing you learned something of a different planet.”

He got up, nearly falling back down in the process, spread his wings, and was about to create an updraft, till he remembered he had one lingering question for the night, “What is that noise that comes out of that ‘phone’?

“Music,” she replied gentle following his every movement.

“That is not music, it’s absolutely horrific,” his response was he folded his wings behind his back and was turning towards her.

“To you maybe, but me it is,” this made him think for a moment, though only a few seconds passed till he sighed and opened his wings again.

“Just get some sleep yourself,” was the last thing he said as he created an updraft and soared up high above the ground, hills and rocks, though what really made him smile was the very faint yell of the human.

“Don’t count on it!”

You are better than that! (Request #6)

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Anonymous said: Dean gets mad at the reader cause they flirted with someone at a bar ends with smut maybe?? Thank you :)

Sam looked up from his books as he heard the door to the bunker slam unnecessarily hard. Dean stomped in and threw his jacket across one of the tables. You were not far behind him. “What the hell is your problem Dean,” hissed at him making him twirl around to face you. “What is my problem? That guy was all over you! And you yell at me for getting him to lie off? Seriously?!”

“What’s it you? Did you ever stop to think I maybe didn’t need your saving?!”

Sam looked more and more uncomfortable as his brother and you yelled at each other. “I.. I am going out to get some food,” Sam said as he grabbed his jacket and left the room but you and Dean barely noticed. “So you are okay with creeps having their hands all over you?” Dean growled at you. “Do you know how many waitresses and sluts in bars I’ve witness your hands all over? Why should I be any different from them?”

Dean was taken back with your response. You sounded mad but still there was a hint of sadness there too. He turned his back to you as he mumbled, “because you are better than them.”

“What did you say?” not having heard his response you still thundered at him at you shot back in front of him, “at least say what you are gonna say to my face!” Dean’s face harden a little again as he barked at you, “I said because you are better than that!”

You froze as his words sunk in. You watched the expression on his face change as he began to walk towards you. “Dean,” you trembled as who took a step back but Dean continued. He put his on your neck pulling you in for a kiss. As his lips pressed against yours he used his free hand to lift you into the air and you wrapped your legs around his waist as you lips parted allowing his tongue inside your mouth. The kiss was deep and passionate and long overdue. As kissed you hand he was not holding you weight with traveled down your body until it reached your thigh. As he squeezed it you dug your fingers deeper into his shoulders and moaned.

Dean walked a few steps with you in his arms before lifting you onto one of the tables in the library. “Dean,” you mumbled through his kisses as he stood pressed against you between your legs letting his hands wander up the sides of your shirt, “what are we doing?”

Dean broke the kiss and looked into eyes as he removed the hair from your face with one finger before resting his hand back you your neck, “something we should have done a long time ago,” he whispered as he pulled you in for a another kiss before yet again breaking it as he pulled your shirt over your head and then his own over his. His hands squeezed your thighs and hips as he started kissing your check, your neck, your collarbone. You tilted your head back resting your back against the table as his kisses moved down your body until he reached the line of your jeans. He’s eyes caught yours as he slowly began unbuttoning them, pulling them off you. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he kissed your knee. Slowly moving his kisses and hands up your thighs until he reached your panties. His hands dug into your hips as he kissed your pussy through them before slowly pulling them down and your head tilted back in pleasure as his tongue started playing with your clit. You reached down digging one hand into his short hair as you moaned and held on to the side of the table with the other hand as you bucked into his movements.

Your breath got heavier and heavier and a you screamed as a tremble shot through your body when you came. “Oh God!!!”

“Nope,” Dean got up and licked his lips as he unbuttoned his jeans. “Just me Dean,” he smirked as he kicked his pants and boxers to the side. You looked at him half in admiration over his impressive physic and half in amusement over his comment. “You are an idiot,” you laughed as reached up wrapping your hands around his neck. “Are you kidding? I am adorable,” Dean joked as he gently bid your ear and kissing your cheekbone making you laugh out load. You placed your hands on each side of his face making him look at you. His green eyes sparkled as he returned your smile. He held your gaze by placing his one hand on your neck as he ran his free hand down your body. He lifted up your leg helping you support it against his hip as he slowly pushed himself into you. You moaned and bit your lip as Dean began to move his hips. Still not breaking eye contact. As Dean picked up his pace you closed your eyes and rested your head against the table but Dean was not having it. He stopped his movements as he placed a warm soft kiss on your lips. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. You slowly obeyed as you kissed him back and Dean started to trust his hips against yours once again. Moving faster and deeper inside you. You dug your nails into his back and moaned through his kisses. His green eyes was filt with lust and pleasure. Never before had you felt this intimate with a man. Dean grunted as he picked up the pase. He was close. As were you. Seconds later your scream once again felt the room, “Dean oh fuck yes.” Dean growled as he released inside of you and collapsed with his face pressed against your neck. You caressed his hair, his neck and shoulders as he rested against you.

“We should get up,” your breath was still heavy as you spoke, “Sam….” “Are you kidding me?” Dean’s breath felt warm as against your neck, “he ran out of here like he saw a clown! He won’t be back for another few hours.” Dean raised his head and looked at you with a cheeky smile, “though I wound mind a second round in my bed?!” You laughed and pulled him down towards you, you whispered softly into his ear “I wouldn’t mind that either,” before you pressed your lips against his.


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Fall/Autumn in Swedish

Thanks for the suggestion @likesapphirestars !

This is a vocab list for fall/autumn words in Swedish :)

(The) Fall/Autumn - Höst(en)

(The) Rain - Regn(et)

Migratory birds - Flyttfåglar

(The) Tea - Te(et) (can also be written thé or the)

(The) Mushroom - Svamp(en)

(The) blanket - Filt(en)

(The) Leaf - Löv(et)

Cozy (It is cozy) - Mysig (Det är mysigt)

Cold (It is cold) - Kall (Det är kallt)

Darkness - Mörker

Storm - Storm

(The) Wind - Vind(en)

(The) Frost - Frost(en)

(The) Scarf - Halsduk(en)

(The) Hat/beanie - Mössa(n)

Gloves - Handskar (sing. handske)

Mittens - Vantar (sing. vante)

Thick socks - Tjocksockar

Socks - Strumpor/sockar (sing. strumpa/socka)

That’ll have to do :) let me know if you have any questions or suggestions!

anonymous asked:

For the kidnapped starter things. Can you do the one "I brought you some food. Now crawl over here like a good pet and lick it from your bowl" with England

They were hungry, this was hunger like no other, they could taste the acid in there mouth there stomach had gone in, there ribs showing, all because of him. That vile man who seemed like a guy nice at the bar only to knock them out and when they woke up in here, with this around there neck, death seemed better then the situation they were in.

They slowly got off the cold ground and looked up at the dark circles they could barely see their hand in front of there face, when a bright light came on, blinding them, they covered there eyes waiting for there eyes to adjust to the light, and there he was. They back up in reaction and he had something in his hands, a red dog bowl?

“Eat.” he said sliding the bowl threw the bars, they slowly walked over only for a tiny zap to go through them.

“What did i tell you!?” he said “hands and knees!”, they did as they were told and walked over

“Ahem you are missing something!”

“..yes,sir.” they said going to the bowl and not seeing anything to eat it with, they looked at them at him

“Don’t look at me you filt.”

“But-” they were cut off

“But what!?” he yelled causing them to back up

“There is nothing to eat it with?”

“Are you stupid or dense?” he said, they didn’t want to correct him that they mean the same word, but they gulped

“Then what am i supposed to eat it with then?” they asked, only for his foot to hit them in the chest threw the bars, they yelped

“"I brought you some food. Now crawl over here like a good pet and lick it from your bowl"