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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thank you for all your recs this week! Since I will be away for two weeks after June 17th, please send in ALL your recs (the more the better haha!) so I can pre-make them before I leave :) Thank you!!

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Last Dancer by StarryKnight94, Teen, 18k (WIP)
In which Victor is the chosen one, a dancer gifted with the powers of the Ice Goddess to protect her people at any cost. Amid the rising threat of the Fire God, Yuuri wants nothing more than to protect him. But when Yuuri awakens to a great power himself and goes to meet his idol, will Victor welcome his support or does a hidden darkness lurk behind that beautiful facade?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Dissonance by Mats, Explicit, 32k (WIP)
Yuuri takes it for granted that Viktor will always meet him where he is. So when his coach and lifelong idol suddenly plants a very public kiss on him at the Cup of China, Yuuri takes it as a signal that his and Viktor’s relationship is about to undergo a major (and welcomed) change. But he may be wrong, and that might change everything, too.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Dark Angel of Mine by vanialex81, Teen, 40k (WIP)
When Yuuri’s heavenly light manages to catch the attention of the demon lord Viktor, Yuuri will learn that the demon will stop at nothing to claim him. Something that starts as desire turns into an emotion that Viktor had not foreseen. To what lengthens will he go to have the angel?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
why am i still here? by OedipusOctopus, Teen, 22k (WIP)
Yuuri finds himself in his fifth year at university, dreading taking a freshman level math course. He imagines his Russian TA to be a curmudgeonly hardass, only to find he’s a total hottie! Yuuri isn’t suave, attractive, or exceptional in any way, but somehow Victor takes a liking to him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Between Periods by caitwritesstuff, Mature, 9k (WIP)
Yuuri is a history teacher out of a job due to recent cut backs. It just so happens that Phichit works at a school that’s needs a new history teacher. In walks Victor Nikiforov, the undeniably beautiful yet eccentric literature teacher from across the hall with a bit of an obsession with Russian lit and a certain adorable history teacher.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
What Lies Beneath Our Feet by HQ_Wingster, Gen, 19k (WIP)
At the YoI Farm, all animals are given the happiness that they deserve. When ex-battery chicken, Yuuri, comes to the farm one day after being set free, he relearns what it means to be a happy animal with a life ahead of him.

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Rec’d by @stevietomybuck :
winners in a losing game by xylophones, Teen, 19k
Don’t believe the rumors, international popstar Viktor Nikiforov is totally not using his new album as an excuse to flirt with the cute dancer that stole his heart last year.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
To Boldly Go by xylophones, Teen, 29k
A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Snow & Ashes by natiwati, Mature, 5.4k (WIP)
They stand in silence, and Yuuri isn’t brave enough to ask him for his name, strike up any form of conversation. They gaze at the moon above together, two waves pulled by its astounding gravity. And when he finally gleans the courage to part his lips and suck in a breath to inquire, the man steps on his cigarette, extinguishing it, and leaves. Yuuri takes another drag, pretending not to feel so disappointed.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
High-Flying, Adored by terra_incognita, Gen, 26k
Being a superhero is hard. It’s even harder when you’re desperately in love with the most famous figure skater in the world, who never seems to notice you. Of course it doesn’t help that he’s a superhero too–and he’s head over heels for your alter-ego.

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Rec’d by @blusocket :
marker in the sand by faelicy, Teen, 10k
Victor has always been with Yuuri. No one understands the consequences better than Yuuri himself.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
On (Online and Offline) Love by AlexWSpark, Mature, 32k
In which Yuuri and Victor are gamers, head over heels for each other, and hoping to one day come face-to-face. Of course, when two whipped, adorable fluff-balls are involved, shenanigans ensue…

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Law Firm of Katsuki, Nikiforov & Chulanont by nerdlife4eva, Not Rated, 12k (WIP)
Yuuri, Victor, and Phichit are long-time friends who decide to form their own law firm. The trio has found remarkably success, despite the constant bickering between Yuuri and Victor. When the sexual tension between these two best friends erupts, bringing them crashing together in a drunken one-night stand, the fate of their new firm becomes uncertain.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
let’s go steal an ice rink by FullmetalChords, Mature, 28k (WIP)
That one AU where Yuuri is a grifter, Victor is a criminal mastermind, and somehow they end up saving the world together. Also featuring catburglar Yuri, hitter Otabek, and hacker Phichit.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Setting Sun by LittleLostStar, Explicit, 66k (WIP)
Just before he skates at the Hot Springs On Ice, Yuuri receives a photo of his drunken GPF banquet antics; consumed with humiliation over a night he can’t remember, he loses the competition. Victor goes back to Russia with Yurio, and Yakov comes to train Yuuri in Japan. One night, frustrated and miserable, Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram—and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics that seem to be a reply.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Only You by quesadiaz, Teen, 59k (WIP)
In the year 2021, Victor Nikiforov, retired professional figure skater and Number One Husband, steps into a taxi to make his way home from the grocery store, arm full of vegetables and fruits to bring home to his beautiful husband and loyal old dog. A sharp sound and a blur of color is the only warning before Victor wakes up in the year 2016, sitting in a first class seat on an ascending airplane headed for Fukuoka, Japan.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Katsudon for Gold by cROAissant (RoamingShadow), Gen, 4.5k
Somewhere along the road, “I might never like you” morphed into “I would die for this child”, and Yuri Plisetsky would be six feet under before Victor fucking Nikiforov would lay his thirsty hands on his precious student.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Void by copperwings, Teen, 14k
When Yuuri is discovered to be Void and his home town turns against him, he escapes into the world of figure skating. On the ice he can play the role of anyone and not be restricted by what he actually is, but off the ice it’s a constant battle of trying to hide his true nature from the world.

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Rec’d by @mmeishi :
Wound Up by Temptalia, Explicit, 24k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov, face of popular idol group Agape, is at the top of his career, but a low point in his life. His reckless and sometimes self-destructive tendencies cause endless worry for his fellow group members: Yurio, Chris, and Otabek. When the time comes to go in a sexy new direction for the group’s image, Yuuri Katsuki lands an audition and knocks Victor off of his feet. However, Victor has a strange feeling he’s met Yuuri somewhere before.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Ah, deceit. by Nikiforlove, Gen, 11k (WIP)
Viktor is the head of the Russian Mafia, charming, sleek and confident. He’s a very hasty man, and he prefers fieldwork over office work, and Yakov’s pissed. Surprise, surprise! Yakov signed a contract with the JP Mafia without Viktor’s consent, to get him a consigliere who would maybe, make up for what Viktor lacks. Oh boy, Viktor is pissed, he’s fuming. Damn, all he wanted was to go on a date with that bespectacled cutie he met the other day at the cafe.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A Tale Carved on Ice by Adora, Teen, 2.6k
A bittersweet tale about the magic we lost and the one we found again.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Bottle Me Your Smile by Ncj700, Not Rated, 35k (WIP)
In a tiny village on the edge of the kingdom, Yuuri Katsuki – common as mud Pharmakeia owner – embarks on a goal to achieve a childhood goal. With the help of the world’s greatest magical, and a missing potion ingridient, he will achieve it.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Stars Incline Us, They Do Not Bind Us by AuraJenkins, Gen, 4.4k
Yuuri has always known that he was different, he was fairly sure that being born with the ability to see everyone’s red strings of fate, tying soulmates together, wasn’t normal. Stranger than this is the realisation that his string extends past the sky.


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Journaling Tag!

Put a number in my ask box and I’ll answer that question!
1. Hardcover journal or softcover?
2. Leather or plastic?
3. Wide ruled, college ruled, graphed, or blank pages?
4. Preferred journal size?
5. Favorite brand?
6. Least favorite brand?
7. Spiral or bound?
8. Favorite journaling youtuber?
9. Best writing advice you’ve been given?
10. Cursive or print?
11. Digital journal or paper journal?
12. How long have you been journaling for?
13. How often do you journal?
14. What do you write in your journals?
15. Do you use your journal as a personal diary?
16. How many journals do you actively use?
17. Do you draw in your journals?
18. Favorite place to journal?
19. Do you hide your journals?
20. Are your journals full of happy things or sad things?
21. Leather or faux-leather?
22. What are your favorite page fillers?
23. How long does it usually take you to fill up a journal?
24. Do you name your journals?
25. Where do you buy most of your journals?
26. What are your hobbies besides journaling?
27. Where do you store your full journals?
28. Do you let anyone read your journals?
29. What do you want to happen with your journals when you die?
30. Will you ever quit journaling?
31. Ever tried fauxbonichi style?
32. Do you use a bullet journal?
33. Why do you journal?
34. Do you listen to music or the TV while journaling?
35. Do you journal in public places?
36. Do you go places with your journal?
37. What was the longest time it’s taken you to fill up a journal?
38. What was the shortest time it’s taken you to fill up a journal?
39. Preferred number of pages?
40. Do you write the time of day next to your entries?
41. What was your first journal?
42. Expensive or cheap journals?
43. Do you bookmark your pages?
44. Do you number your pages?
45. What is the best time of day to journal?
46. How many journals have you filled up so far?
47. Do you write in pen, pencil, or marker?
48. When putting things in it, do you prefer to use tape, a glue stick, or liquid glue?
49. Has anyone inspired you to start a journal? Who?
50. What do you start your entries with?
51. Do you journal at a table or in bed?
52. How long does it usually take for you to complete an entry?
53. Have you ever gotten anyone else to start journaling?
54. Have you ever used a homemade journal?
55. Do you prefer thick or thin pages?
56. Do you glue your pages together?
57. Since you’ve started journaling, what’s the longest you’ve gone without writing in it?
58. Include a picture of your favorite journal page.
59. Include a picture of any of your journals.
60. Any weird journaling habits?

Sea Witch Bath

Maybe you’re a landlocked sea witch, maybe you’re looking for a setting to commune with your ocean deity, maybe you just feel like pampering yourself like a mermaid. We’ve got the bath spell for you.

First prep the bath mixture. You’ll need:

  • 1 part sea salt
  • 1 part epsom salt
  • 1 part kelp powder
  • ½ part baking soda
  • essential oil of rosemary

Combine all the ingredients in a jar, then charge the mixture under the full moon. Store with a piece of moonstone when not in use.

For the spell you’ll need:

  • the sea witch bath mixture
  • muslin bag or old pantyhose
  • variety of candles
  • sea related trinkets (i.e. seashells, sea glass, mermaid offerings, etc.)
  • jasmine or eucalyptus incense

Arrange your trinkets and candles around the rim of the bathtub, then light the incense and candles. While waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm water, place a cup of the bath mixture into the muslin bag or pantyhose and tie it shut. Make sure theres enough room in the bag for when the kelp expands. Drop it into the bath water, then soak until you feel you’ve absorbed all the energy out of the bath.

Enjoy your soak, all you lovely sea witches~

anonymous asked:

but can we just pause a second and take stock of this moment!!!! what the fuck! dan is just with the lesters!!!!! for vacation!

i’m having trouble taking stock because it’s just so much. it’s incredible how unsurprising this feels (‘this’ being dan on vacay with the lesters) even though it’s not something that has ever actually happened to our knowledge (other than last year when he joined them in orlando right before tatinof started, but that was clearly under the guise of that work-related excuse). it was already making me all sorts of emotional to think of dnp and martyn/cornelia (and maybe the lester parents) going to miami for a few days, admiring a new city together, looking at cool architecture, drinking cocktails, enjoying the sunshine, watching sunsets, all as a family. and now to know that dan stayed on, that he’s there with them still, that they’re gathering round the television with a table full of their store-bought snacks, half a world away from home, and having this warm evening laughing together and probably just having so much fun!!! to hear phil call dan his family, knowing we’d all know that dan was included in that!!! i’m honestly reeling, this year has been difficult to fathom at the best of times but this vacay is really hitting me in a particular way. there’s so much settled, comfortable togetherness in everything they’ve been doing lately and in the way they’ve sort of grown tired of hiding so much. it’s lovely. i’m so happy for them.

anonymous asked:

Marinette is wearing a flower in her hair and bee!Chloé cant control herself for the Marichat tropes.

im glad that maribee!marichat tropes are becoming a thing :P

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“Okay, so it says I need to get a package of puff pastry.”

Marinette snorted and spoke with her mouth full. “Strike one. Store bought puff pastry is abominable.”

Queen Bee frowned. “Obviously I would get the expensive kind.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s all sub-par. You gotta make that stuff from scratch otherwise what’s the point?”

“Not all of us live in a professional bakery, Marinette!”

Marinette stuck her tongue out. “That sounds like a ‘you’ problem.”

Queen Bee plucked up some of the mille-feuille crumbs from her plate and threw them in Marinette’s hair, laughing when the girl screamed in outrage. “Don’t sass me, I’m a superhero!”

Marinette shoved a foot against Queen Bee’s thigh, jokingly trying to shove her from her dainty perch on her balcony railing. “I’m giving you my professional opinion.”

“No.” Queen Bee reached over and tapped her on the nose. “You’re making things difficult by not giving me the recipe for these things and forcing me to do research.”

Marinette shrugged. “Family recipe. Sworn to secrecy. Sorry, my dear.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone! Surely you’d trust me over anyone else.”

“Your sterling commitment to civic duty is not enough of a reason.”

Queen Bee pouted and handed Marinette’s phone back to her. “Fine. I’ll just starve then.”

“Or you could just come back during opening hours and buy some.”

Queen Bee smirked. “Why would I do that if I can just tap on your window and get some for free?”

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AOD17 WEEKEND HAUL!!!

I tabled at my first con and it was awesome!!! @itskleine was a great table partner and we had the best helpers!! The best part was meeting wonderful, talented people!! *__* I was able to receive……beautiful…..things….and I’m so /happy/ I want to be buried AAAAH

It was a great and worthwhile experience and I’d love to do it again some day!! I AM IN LOVE W EVERYTHING I HAVE JFC!!! Thanks to @huegor@cirquecarte@radiocga , @redteapanda, @honeydrop-haze, @yuumei-art, @fuwaffy, @ririfm, and @spicytunaa!!! ((Whoever…gave me the cute devil!mob charm…pls…who are you…u dashed away 2 quick)) 

Gabriel’s Secret

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Title: Gabriel’s Secret

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 577

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

This was requested by an anon: Hello! So I had an idea with Lucifer or Gabriel. An imagine of them in a Victoria secret with or without the reader (buying stuff for the reader

Gabriel watched you as you got ready for the day.  You weren’t going on a case, but you were going to be out for a few hours getting things that the bunker needed.  Someone had to buy the toilet paper and toothpaste around here.  You didn’t mind doing the shopping, you found it refreshing.  It gave you a sense of normalcy.

You grabbed your purse and the keys to a car in the garage.  You glanced up, noticing the mysterious look Gabriel was giving you.  “Something wrong Gabe,” you wondered, lacing up your shoes.

“I just wanted you to know that I’ll be back later.  I have some angel stuff to do,” Gabriel lied.  He padded up to you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.  “Be safe [Y/N].”

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Something Worth Fighting For- 4

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice. Third installment of the Worth Fighting For Series

Words: 2419

Warnings: Language, as always. Canon violence.

Author’s Note: Expect a post from me soon explaining the lack of tags on this post. For now, I just wanted to get this out here so y’all can read it. More info to come.

Masterlist   Part 3

Originally posted by marvel-is-ruining-my-life

Bucharest.

It was a tiny apartment. One room, a dingy kitchen with cluttered counters and a mattress, shoved into one corner, the sleeping bag on top pulled back in disarray. The sheets off-white, sweat stained, signs of struggle. Not the sort of struggle Steve had been trained to look for: a fight, signs of attack, but the sort of struggle that Steve had learned on his own.

As he tiptoed between the sink, fridge, and the counter separating the kitchen from the bed, Steve found himself taking in all the little details of the apartment: the small collection of dishes sitting in the sink, the newspapers plastered over the window, a bookshelf made from cinder blocks and scraps of wood. There was a shelf with spotty, still not quite clean dishes stacked on it over the sink. A half-full bottle of store brand dish soap. He paused, glancing at the top of the refrigerator. A collection of papers, a large red thermos, and a jar filled with cooking utensils were arranged haphazardly on the dusty surface. Steve smirked when he saw the bright green spatula among the kitchenware.

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No but listen. Sam holds it together until they knock back a few drinks at the bar and get back to the motel room with bags full of convenience-store pie (”Can’t believe I forgot I love pie,” Dean laments, and settles on the bed, arms crossed loosely, because there’s a cable marathon of Jackie Chan flicks), and then Sam heads out to get some air because the weight of what he almost lost just hits him.

He just walks in the bitter cold until he’s in the middle of nowhere and leans against this tree and cries his eyes out because there’s no way in hell he could continue if Dean died, but he’d have to because Lucifer is still out there and he has to stop him, and then he just slides down to the ground in the damp grass and tries to pull himself together.

And then there is the Bunny™. Sam hugs the fluffy bunny and it wiggles its nose at him and is very soft, and then Sam gets up and runs until he figures his eyes aren’t too red and heads back to the motel (but Dean notices, and throws him a piece of pie, which is Dean for I love you but can we please not talk about Feelings.)

That is all. 

I don’t think I deserve it.. Part 4

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Angst, blood, panic attack - kinda, cute protective Sam (yes, it’s a warning) Fluff (?)

Word Count: 1,515

A/N: Hellooo, I’m sorry this took such a long time to write but the deadline in school was this week and I had to get a few things done. I’ll probably update a lot more now though. Remember, I’m not from an english speaking country and I don’t have anyone reading this and correcting grammar and spelling errors so bare with me. If you wan’t to be tagged in the next chapter just ask <3

“Idtidi” Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Originally posted by heavnofhell

You’ve been in the store with Sam and Dean for almost an hour and of course you had to loose them. Walked around the food section where you thought Dean were, the clothes section, the outside section and even the pet section but they were nowhere to be seen.

You decided that you could go back to the car and wait for them so that’s exactly what you did, only problem is that you were lost yourself now. You walked around the shelves and after 15 minutes of walking you had worked yourself up pretty bad and the panic only rose every second. Where the fuck did everyone go? The store were full of people when we got here and now there’s no one here.

Panicked you sat down, not caring about how dirty the floor was, against a shelf trying to catch your breath. Get yourself together. You had no idea how long you sat there, trying to breathe, but you had to get out. Standing up on shaky legs you began walking again. You felt pathetic for panicking over getting a little lost in a store.

Once you got out of the store you almost ran to the car. Not seeing Sam nor Dean there didn’t make it better, but you knew they would drive home some time soon, so you sat down against the car side. Not realizing how tired you were from all of that panicking and running you closed your eyes a little, trying to relax.

Sam’s pov

They had been looking for Y/N everywhere, but you had just disappeared. Sam was worried sick that something had happened to you. “Maybe she ran away? Dude, you saw how scared she was of us.” Dean said after a while of looking for you. “She was scared of being out here.” Sam almost screamed at Dean. “Chill. We can go out to the car a drive around a little, looking for her.” Sam nodded and they headed out.

He found you laying on the ground next to the car and ran the last bit. He got down to his knees, looking with his hand if you had a pulse. He let out a deep breath when he found your heartbeat and shook your shoulder a little. You immediately woke up, a panicked look in your eyes.

“Sam!” you threw yourself at him and he let out a little “Uhff” of surprise. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you. “I told you we would find her.” Dean muttered from behind him. You had gripped his shirt in your tiny hands, almost as if you were scared he’d disappear right in front of you.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.” Sam mumbled to you as he stroked his hands on your back. He felt you nodding a little against his chest. “Cmon.” He stood up with you in his arms. He let go of you and you let out a whimper. As he open the back door he gave Dean a little nod. He nodded back and got around the car to the front seat and got in.

Sam pulled you forward the door a little and you got in. He followed you into the back seat and closed the door. With a little worried smile on his lips he opened his arms a little and pulled you to him. Your body tensed a little in his grip and he squeezed you a little, trying to give the message that you were okay and that there was nothing to be scared of.

After a little while your head dropped to his chest. Your deep calming breathes told him that you was asleep again. For some reason he felt really protective for you, and he didn’t really know why. His heart stung every time he looked at you. You looked so lonely, scared and unsure. He wanted to make you feel safe and the only way he knew how to do just that, was to be around you. Make you trust him. But it wasn’t all easy.

He wanted to know why someone held her captive. She was just a kid when they took her, and she still is. Sam wanted to make sure you were healthy and happy, but he had no idea how. One thing he was sure of was that you were staying in the bunker with them until Sam could make you feel better.

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Your pov

Later that day in the bunker you were looking around a little. Sam gave you pain killers for you leg and you felt a little safer now. You felt embarrassed for panicking over nothing so you tried to avoid the winchesters.

Your bare feet felt cold against the floor and you shivered a little. You pulled the flannel closer to yourself and kept walking down the hall. There was no paintings or windows down here so it was easy to get lost. Everything looked the same. It was really quiet except for the sound you made when you walked. “Y/N?” You jumped and turned around, only to see Sam in the end of the hall. “You okay?” You nodded a little at the question. Sam began walking towards you as he spoke. “You trying to find something? You’ll get used to the maze in here soon.” He said as he smiled a little. “I’m just walking a little.” You said. By the end of the sentence Sam was standing in front of you.

You shivered a little again, trying to hide it. He spotted it though and put his hand on your shoulder. “You’re cold.” You were about to protest when he spoke before you. “Don’t tell me ‘It’s okay’, cause your lips are starting to get blue.” He looked down at your feet and pulled you with him a little. “Come on, you can get some socks from me or Dean.”

He stopped in front of Dean’s room and got in. He took some socks from the dresser and gave them to you. “Here, put these on. Let’s make you some hot chocolate or something, yeah?” He didn’t let you answer as he led you through the halls of the bunker with his hand on your back.

With the socks in your hand you followed Sam into the kitchen. Before you knew it Sam lifted you up to sit on the counter. You let out a funny sound and Sam chuckled a little. He turned around to do whatever he was going to do and you put on the socks now when you sat down.

He turned around and looked at you before asking “Tea or hot chocolate?” You opened your mouth only to close it again. “Hot chocolate?” you nodded at that and Sam grinned. “Good ‘cause we don’t have any tea.”

A few minutes later Sam gave you a cup of hot chocolate and you signed a little as your cold fingers wrapped around the hot cup. Sam walked up to you a put his hand on your forehead. The hand felt cold on you and you shivered again. Sam frowned a little and took away his hand.

“I think you’re starting to get sick.” You furrowed your eyebrows a little. You didn’t feel sick. The thought came out of your lips before you noticed and Sam looked a little worried. Why is Sam worried? He doesn’t even know me. “Wait here, lemme go get Dean.” He was out of the room before you could even nod at him.

You hadn’t experienced being sick since you got kidnapped, so you didn’t really know how you were supposed to feel when you actually were sick. Why would I get sick now? I haven’t been outside in the rain or been around sick people. Maybe Clarke injected something in me before I ran? What if I’m about to die or become the thing she was. No that can’t happen, maybe I can- 

Dean’s voice surprised you and interrupted your thoughts. Whit a scream you fell down the counter, the cup in your hand came to the floor before you and crashed in pieces. Of course you landed on top of the small pieces and the hot chocolate.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Dean ran to your side in a matter of seconds, Sam right behind him. You groaned a little, trying to get your face away from the hot chocolate. “Don’t move Y/N, you might get more hurt.” You felt his hands on your waist and when he got a good grip he lifted you up easily. He handed you to Sam who carefully put you down away from the mess on the floor.

You would have laughed at yourself about thinking your leg hurt before, ‘cause now you just wanted to die right there in pain. “Y/N? You okay?” With a deep breath you managed to tell Sam that your leg hurt. He lightly placed his hand where he had stitched you up a few days before and he cursed. “You’re bleeding. I think you ripped the stitches.”

 Well that was not good.

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A Grocery Store Saviour

Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble’s ‘Just Haven’t met you Yet’. I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it but thank you for your time :)

Word Count: 2,852

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.

Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.

Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.

You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.

“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 19: Bruised and Battered

Jensen Ackles x Reader

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Story Summary:  You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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Jensen’s P.O.V.

After throwing back a couple of shots, I felt more comfortable, more in control. As if my entire world wasn’t crumbling around me once again. Lounging on the couch, the empty tumbler dangling from my fingers, I sighed as yet another text from Jared sounded from my phone. “Damn it.” I muttered, finally picking it up. I had ignored the first two, but I knew he wouldn’t give up until he got an answer from me.

“Have you talked to her yet?” Was the first one. “Damn it Jensen, you’re just causing yourself more heartache. Go talk to her. And let me know what happens.” The third one had me shaking my head. “If I don’t get a reply from you in the next thirty minutes I’m coming over and locking the two of you in a room.”

I had no idea why Jared was so intent on my relationship with Y/N. But he had been from the moment I had spoken about her. Maybe it was because she was the first girl I had shown any interest in after Danneel. Or maybe it was because he knew me better than anyone, and he knew how much I had come to care for her in such a short period of time.

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