going to shower and stuff before it starts

what if...

the winter soldier gets triggered but instead of hurting or killing people, he just becomes really passive aggressive and generally dickish to everyone.

  • he refills the salt shaker with sugar
  • “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to spill my drink all over your lap”
  • stealths through the living room and unplugs the tv 5 minutes before your favorite show is about to start
  • you think it’s just the tv remote and go to get new batteries only to find bucky’s replaced all the new batteries with dead ones
  • he deletes all your shows and timers on the dvr
  • but does it slowly, 1 or 2 at a time, so you just think something’s wrong with the dvr
  • can’t find your toothbrush. bucky took it to clean his guns
  • waits until you get in the shower to start the dishwasher
  • double dips in the fondue
  • writes his name on every food item in the house, even the stuff he didn’t buy
  • “this is my fruit bowl. no one is allowed to eat from it but me”
  • sees you washing a load of white clothes. throws his red shirt in
  • takes up playing the kazoo
  • best time to practice it is at 3 am. says it helps with his insomnia
  • all toilet paper in the house has disappeared
  • fills the candy dish in the kitchen with sugar free gummy bears
  • “i don’t :) know why :) you’re so :) upset :)”
Try to rip people off with shady flipped houses? Watch me flip your bank account.

So I don’t think this is entirely pro, but this just happened and I’m quite pleased with myself. Sorry for how long it is, I’m a wordy person.

Background: my girlfriend and I have been trying to buy a house for a month or two. Housing market where we live is tough, we don’t have a huge income, most houses sell within 24 hours, etc so it’s been a struggle. About a month and a half ago we found a house that was PERFECT. In the neighborhood we wanted, 2 bed 2 bath, at the very top of our price range but still doable, etc etc. Best part is that it’s beautifully renovated, new roof, everything is new and gorgeous! We put in an offer, but get outbid by someone else (which is crushing, if you have yet to experience that).

We mourn and then continue searching for other houses….until we get a call from our agent saying that the other buyers backed out and the seller is offering it to us first before putting it back on the market.

A quick important note here: the seller is the owner, but is also acting as his own real estate agent, and he runs his own business buying foreclosures and flipping them. This is important later.

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Same Time Tomorrow? - Seth Rollins x Reader

Request by @heavenlytheshield - hope you enjoy it!

Summary:- You are in NXT and have been training extra hard. One night, you accidentally let ‘daddy’ slip while Seth is playfully tickling you. You get up and run away, going into the showers - but Seth follows you in there. 

Warnings:- Smut, Swearing, Daddy Kink

Word Count- 1,304

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Whose Line Is It Anyway sentence starters
  • You are dead to me, nothing but scum. When I look in your eyes I get inflammation of the bum. 
  • To quote Rodgers and Hammerstein, “The hills are alive with the sounds of crap.”
  • Teach me how to sing like you!
  • You see this badge? That means I’m the sheriff.
  • Excuse me, I’m tapped into your cable. Would you mind changing it to channel 8?
  • I feel like I’m the king of the general area!
  • Watch out for those tempo changes, man, ‘cause when we go into the second bridge, this shit takes off.
  • What color’s your poo first thing in the morning?
  • I think a lot of people would stop drinking if they knew what they looked like when they were drunk.
  • I’m a mime!
  • All right men, we’re going into battle tomorrow! Before we do, I think we shall all take a shower! 
  • Don’t worry, I’m a doctor.
  • I thought we were out of the spy business.
  • How would you like to make money in real estate?
  • You know, for as long as I can remember, I’ve had memories.
  • I love you, but I’ve had too many meatballs.
  • I seem to have lost my battery pack somewhere in the area of my buttocks.
  • A featherduster made by a Norwegian. It’s all starting to make sense.
  • You guys wanna fight?
  • If I was a turkey, what would you stuff me with?
  • It’s okay, I have an extra burnoose!
  • I can’t sprinkle sprinkles on. I lose control when I have sprinkles. I’m shaky. I still remember the great sprinkle accident of 1982.
  • I’ll distract them by making a noise like a duck!
  • If Sting retires, will he change his name to Stung?
  • That’s what you get for river dancing in a thong.
  • Sorry I’m late. I let the kids out for recess, if you know what I mean.  
  • We better climb up through that window up there that seems impossibly high.
  • It’s time for something other than an egg to get laid around here.
  • They found water on Mars, isn’t that cool? You know what that means? Just another bottle of four dollar imported water.
  • I never realized what a delicious creamy center I have.
  • Look, I know this is our first date, but… I love you! Be with me!
  • You’re one Tae Bo class away from an ass kicking!
  • Turn your frown upside down. And while you’re at it, flip your buttcrack sideways.
  • Kiss me, big boy, like there’s no tomorrow.
  • Out of great boredom comes great songs.
  • Have you ever been in a hotel that was this wet and hot all at the same time?
  • Lets get naked and wrestle.
  • In ten minutes, we bring out the liquor!
  • When I give the signal we’re going to yell out the worst-sounding battle cry ever. Ready?
  • It’s time for my John Wayne impression.
  • Y'know, teachers are the most misunderstood of all mammals.
  • If I were a drink I believe I would be a margarita because I am tall… and… salty… and I… always have Tequila in me.
  • My turn ons are humanity, integrity, and TV.
  • I just wanna chill, and y'know, sometimes I just wish I was a goat, y'know? How easy would life be then, y'know, you wouldn’t even have to read things or understand things. 
  • Look at the beauty of what’s going on here! The sheer beauty!
  • Hey, doesn’t that cloud look like a ducky?
  • Nice pants.
One Night Stand

A/N: This is honestly just a smutty one shot, I was horny and listening to good music, so enjoy!It’s probably absolute shite…

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Public Sex (kind of), Unprotected Sex (No Glove, No Love Folks!) SO MUCH SMUT

Word Count: 2,000+

Blurb: You have an epic one night stand, before starting your new job for a billionaire philanthropist and his band of misfits, only to find out that the man you slept with is one of those misfits and now work is going to be awkward!

Song Inspiration: Smoke and Fire by Beasts with No Name // Nothing Holding Me Back by Shawn Mendes // Never Met A Girl Like You Before by Edwyn Collins // Perfect Illusion by Lady Gaga // Last Damn Night by Elle King // Body Moves by DNCE //

The smell of stale beer, cheap perfume and body odour filled your nose as you entered the club. Music was thumping so loud you could feel the vibrations in your chest, you were out with some girls, but they had hit the dance floor the second you walked in the door, you weren’t a dancer. You made your way to the bar, signalling the bar tender that you wanted a whiskey.

A few minutes later you were downing the amber liquid. You thumped the glass down and held up another finger to the bar tender. Before turning your back and leaning against the bar and watching your friends bump and grind with each other and some sleazy men that had joined them.

“I would not have picked you for a whiskey kinda girl” a gravelly voice said from beside you. You turned, searching for the voice. You found piercing blue eyes staring into you, a cheeky grin on the man’s face.

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MBTI Types as Showers

ESFJ- Warm, comforting, with the coolest bath bomb you’ve ever seen (in the last week), only after the fizzing is done and you’re left in a tub of colored water, you have a brief moment of clarity and wonder if you would have spent $10 on said colored water if you hadn’t seen it on Instagram first.

ESTJ- Quick morning showers, you jumped in before the water was actually warm but you refuse to shiver, your soap is abrasive and leaves your skin dry but it gets the job done. You need to leave in 45 minutes to be at work half an hour early, adjusting for traffic.

ESFP- Perfectly warm, relaxing after an exciting day. You have five soaps for different moods, but the smell of them all gets overwhelming when you stay too long. People always tell you to tone it down, but what do they know? You pass out in the water for a little while, but you wake up before anything gets too bad.

ESTP- Much needed, nice and warm or cool and refreshing depending on the mood. It’s either noon or hours after everyone else has gone to sleep. You can’t wait to go out and do more stuff and and shower all over again.

ENFJ- You’ve been in for a while, the warm and gentle water is starting to get cold but you’re still thinking about how you’re going to handle all the activities you have planned tomorrow. You actually never wanted to help set up for the bridal shower, but you know if you didn’t she wouldn’t help with brunch next weekend.

ENTJ- You’ve planned for this shower all day, you kept busy waiting for the water to heat up but now it’s scalding hot. You endure and tell yourself this is how you like it, because you are no weakling. The shower lasts the perfect amount of time, you get out when the timer on your phone goes off.

ENFP- you’ve dumped half a bottle of dish soap in the bath, sure it may not be good for your skin but you can’t stand anything boring. You spend a bit too long wallowing in things and it feels like your skin is burning in some places. You put extra lotion on after and tell yourself you won’t do that again. You do it again.

ENTP- You didn’t want to interrupt what you were doing to get in, but now that you are you never want to get out. That cool soap you thought would change your life has no effect, you fall into an existential despair for a few minutes until you start hanging half out the shower on your phone. It’s been an hour, you didn’t realize the water was freezing but you can’t feel your toes.

ISFJ- You like your baths consistently comforting, and the soap you use to wash your hair is the same kind your mom bought for you back when you were little. You get out relatively soon enough so the others will still have warm water when they need to shower after you.

ISTJ- You’re pretty stressed and decide to replace your normal shower with a bath, but sitting around in warm water feels wrong when you could actually be washing yourself and getting back to the things you’ve been worrying about. You try to enjoy it anyways, you don’t want to waste the water and time.

ISFP- Your soap is all perfectly lined up, color coordinated or in order of use, it really doesn’t matter as long as it looks and feels good. You bought a new body butter, it just feels like thick lotion but you appreciate the smell and smoothness anyways.

ISTP- You jump in and out in under 10 minutes, but it was still an enjoyable experience. Feeling clean is better than the opposite, but you know there’s no real way to scrub the world off your skin.

INFJ- You got into the shower to wash away your emotional burdens, but it doesn’t seem to be working. You assumed you were taking on the problems of the girl in your math class, and though her grandfather is still dying, by the end of your shower you’ve convinced yourself you really made her feel better by smiling at her when she wasn’t looking that one time.

INTJ- You have forgotten to shower the past five days, but the grease and dirt is getting in the way of your plans to one day show everyone you too can be super successful and cool. It’ll come, you think to yourself as freezing water pelts your face.

INFP- You’ve been in the bath for two hours, your mom keeps yelling that dinner is ready but if you get out of the water everyone will realize it’s tears on your face, not bath water that magically splashed beneath your eyes. You got your favorite notebook wet trying to write poetry. You consider never getting out, until you realize your fingers are pruned up and tonight’s spaghetti actually smells pretty good.

INTP- You’re sure you showered sometime recently, but really it’s hard to keep track of those things. You’ll just shower tomorrow morning, or maybe tonight, but really you know if you’re unsure of the last time you were clean you should do it now. You take a quick one, but you’re thinking of your laptop the entire time. You’ll get back to it soon, but now your shower is dragging on because you mixed up your body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. You’re trapped for half an hour correcting your mistakes, but on the bright side you finished your math homework in your head.

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21 for the au prompts! Any ship of your choice <3

OMG OKAY! I FINALLY FINISHED! Y A Y! Sorry it took ssoooo long, I hope you’re happy with the result :)
21. best friend’s sibling au (alternatively, read it on ao3)

you, me, and the moon

The first time Amy Santiago hears of Jake Peralta she’s sitting at the kitchen counter editing her essay for English. Her mom, Elena, is in the midst of baking a cake for her younger brother, Alex, and is also on the phone to one of her older brothers, Manny (only a year older than Amy, and just starting college), holding it precariously between her shoulder and ear. It doesn’t take long for the phone to slip and fall, clattering on the kitchen, and bring Amy out of her study trance as Elena swears in Spanish.

“Mijo,” her mother says to Manny, picking up the phone, “talk to your sister, I have to finish off Alex’s cake,”

Elena hands Amy the phone. “Mom,” Amy protests, “I’m studying,”

“Just for two seconds, Amelia. I need to finish off this cake.”

Amy sighs and takes the phone. There’s no protesting when her mother calls her Amelia, plus, she is semi -curious about how Manny is doing at college.

“Hi Manny,” she says, twiddling her pen in her fingers.

“Hey sis!” Manny replies loudly. All her brothers call her ‘sis’ much to her frustration; she wouldn’t be surprised if they’d all forgotten her name.

“How’s college?”

“Amazing, so much better than high school!” Manny says enthusiastically. “You’re seriously gonna love it.”

She smiles to herself. She will love it, and next year it will be her turn to go, finally.

“Yeah, I can’t wait. What’s your roommate like?”

“Oh, Jake? Jake’s awesome,” Manny replies, before calling out “Jake! Are you awesome?!”

A guy, presumably Jake, yells back, “Yep! I’m awesome!”

“Wow,” Amy says sarcastically, “he sounds awesome.”

“Wha’d she say?” Jake calls.

“She said you sound awesome!” Manny yells back at him, and Amy rolls her eyes.

“Tell her she’s right! And ask if she looks like a female version of you!”

“Nah,” her brother replies, “she looks more like a female version of Luis.”

Amy stops listening, and puts the phone down on the counter. “I’m going to study in my room.” she says to her mom, gathering her things, and heading up the stairs before Elena can protest.

How her brothers manage to annoy her whilst away at college astounds her.

It’s almost a year later that Amy actually meets Jake, despite the fact that she seems to hear about him every other day. Whenever Manny calls or visits there’s always another Jake story to tell, most of which are entertaining, but also depict Jake as the sort of person Amy wouldn’t want to to be cooped up with all summer. Yet somehow, that’s what happens.

Jake’s mom is away on an artist retreat all summer, or at least that’s what Manny tells Elena and Victor when he asks if Jake can stay for the summer. Amy’s sure the fact that half her brothers have officially moved out is one of the factors that lead to them agreeing.

The day Amy meets Jake for the first time, it’s hot and sunny, and she uncharacteristically has a stain on her top.

“You must be the famous sister!” is the first thing he says to her after he’s greeted her parents, and Manny, at the door.

“And I’m guessing you’re Jake?” she jokes, raising her eyebrows at him.

“The one and only!” he announces grandly, doing a mock bow, and her eyebrows rise even further. He offers her his hand, not to shake, like he had with her parents, but to high-five.

She high-fives him hesitantly, eyebrows still raised. He’s exactly as goofy as she’d imagined.

“Noice!” he exclaims. “And hey! We’re stain buddies!”

Her forehead creases. “What?”

He points at a ketchup stain on his shirt to a jam stain on hers. It must be from her toast earlier.

Amy blushes. “That’s not usually there,” she mutters defensively.

Jake just grins at her, and heads on inside.

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Ride Or Die (M)

               The world saw him as the leader of the biggest mob empire in the entire country. But I just saw him as Min Yoongi, the love of my life. I met him a year ago when he came into the restaurant that I was working at and I was his waitress. We talked a bit and got to know each other and a few months later, we started dating. When he told me what he did for a living, it honestly scared me a bit. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to me or him. He convinced me that nothing bad was going to happen to him or me and he would make sure of it. There were plenty of weapons and strong men to make sure that I was safe. He wanted to take care of me and not having to worry about money so he told me to quit my job. Now my days are spent going to nice events with Yoongi, going shopping, or spending time with our husky Sapphire in the luxurious penthouse that we all lived in.

               Yoongi pretty much ran his life on a schedule. He would get up at 7am and had breakfast with me then he would leave at 8 and I wouldn’t see him until 9 or 10 at night. When things went well he would come home in a good mood. When things would go wrong, he would come home in the most awful moods I have ever seen, and there was only one way that he could calm down. I would be waiting for him on the bed and then he would take his anger out on me. He would leave marks and bruises on me but I didn’t care because the sex was great. I was waken up one morning when Yoongi pulled the covers off of him and get out of the bed.

“Morning babe.” I yawned.

“Morning baby girl. Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“Yeah I slept great. What’s the plan for today? I asked, stretching.

“I have meetings to go to today among other things I have to take care of so I will be home around 9 tonight. You should go shopping today and spend time with the other girls. Get out of the penthouse for a little bit.” He answered.

“Good idea babe. I’ll see if Nichole wants to go to lunch or something today.” I said, hopping out of bed.

               I made my way to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. As I was whisking some eggs for scrambled eggs, I heard Sapphire walking towards me from her dog bed that was a few feet away in the living room.

“Good morning Sapphire. Come to keep me company while I cook breakfast?” I asked, smiling.

She sat on the floor next to me and watched me make breakfast while Yoongi was getting ready for his busy day. He came out a few minutes later fully dressed and sat down at the table. Once breakfast was done, I brought it to the table and sat down and started to eat.

“Thanks for cooking breakfast babe. It’s really good.” Yoongi smiled.

“You’re very welcome love. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” I said.

Yoongi finished his breakfast quickly and got up from the table. He kissed me goodbye and was soon out the door. I spent the rest of the morning tidying up the penthouse and taking care of Sapphire. I was about to take a quick shower when my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey it’s me. I was wondering if you wanted to go out to lunch then go shopping today.” Nichole replied.

“Yeah that sounds fun! I was actually about to hop in the shower so I will be ready in a few minutes.” I said.

“Awesome. I’ll be there in thirty minutes. See you soon!” Nichole said, before hanging up.

               I hopped in the shower and washed my body quickly before hopping out and drying myself off. I quickly got dressed and walked to the living room when the doorbell rang. I answered the door and let Nichole inside. She was Hoseok’s girlfriend who was Yoongi’s right hand man. We met a few months after Yoongi and I started dating and we have been close ever since.

“Hey girl ready to go?” Nichole asked.

“Yeah let’s go.” I replied, hopping off the couch.

We spent the rest of the day shopping after lunch and just catching up with each other on stuff that’s been going on in our lives. I walked back to the penthouse and put away the new items that I picked up. I took a nap then got up and cooked dinner for Yoongi and I and waited for him to come home. I heard the door open then slammed shut. I knew what that meant so I turned off dinner and walked in the living room to meet Yoongi.

“Another hard day babe?” I asked.

“You don’t know the half of it. Deals didn’t go through and people fucked up so I need to relax.” He replied.

               I knew what that meant so I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips on his. He pushed me against the kitchen counter then picked me up and placed me on it.

“Take off your robe. Now.” He growled.

I took off my robe revealing the black lace bra and panties I wore. He licked his lips as he pulled out one of his favorite toys, a knife from his pocket. He opened it up and walked towards me with lust in his eyes. He took the knife and traced my hipbone with the blade before slipping it under the side of my panties and cutting them off. He then took the blade and traced my collarbone with it and slipped two fingers inside my wet pussy.

“Fuck Yoongi please fuck me.” I moaned.

He took the knife and cut my bra off and ran the blade over my tits. He took his fingers out of my pussy and licked them clean.

               He put his knife away and undid his pants. He didn’t take off the dress shirt that he was wearing because he knew that it was a turn on of mine. He took off both his pants and his boxers and stroked himself as he walked towards me.

“You look so beautiful kitten. I’m gonna love taking all of my frustrations out on you.” He smirked.

He got in between my legs and lifted one of them up and placed it around his waist. He rammed his cock inside me and fucked me as fast and as hard as he could.

“Y-Y-Yoongi choke me please.” I stuttered.

He smirked and placed one of his hands around my throat. He squeezed it a bit as he thrusted into me deeper and faster. I could feel myself start to squirt when Yoongi kept hitting my gspot and that turned him on even more.

“That’s it. Squirt all over my cock.” He hissed.

He let go of my throat and I let out a loud moan as I squirted all over his cock and the kitchen counter. Yoongi let out a growl as he came and we stayed there for a few seconds to calm down.

“Thank you baby. I needed this.” He said kissing my forehead.

               He pulled out of me and helped me off the countertop and we got dressed. After cleaning up we showered and put on pjs and had dinner. Even though we live a life where one of us could be hurt or killed at any time, I was happy to have Yoongi and I felt truly blessed.

Clean (M)

Originally posted by jitonic

**was thinking about a 2nd part

Pairing: Reader x Yugyeom

Genre: Smut | Fluff 

Words: 1.9K

“Are you even looking?” You glance up from your phone and see a sweaty Yugyeom half panting and half pouting at you.

“Looking at what?”

“Y/N I thought you came so you can check out my new dance”

“No, I came because someone promised me a midnight snack in the market”

“I said might” he walks over to you “You’re not really behaving like someone that wants that to happen.”

“That’s not fair. Hurry up and shower.”

“What’s not fair is spending the night going to the market and then you going to the dorm with the guys, when we could be doing something else.”

He reaches on the ground next to you his bottle and comes back up to give you a smirk, putting his hand for support on the mirror behind you. leaning down so close you can see his pupils dilate slightly, you fail to catch his eyes as they travel down towards your lips.

“Don’t move” he presses his lips against yours not hesitating in pulling you toward him causing you to drop your phone. A smile forms on his lips as he pulls back slightly tugging on your lower lip,

“Your phone doesn’t seem so interesting how does it?” He teases

“Shut up.”

Your hand reaches up to touch his cheek and he goes back down taking his time to use his tongue gently on your lips before exploring inside.

His hands tighten around your hips suddenly turning you to face the mirrors and breaking the kiss.

You feel his member hardening press behind you, causing a small moan to escape. ”So needy.” His hand pushes your hair to the side before he slowly traces a line down your neck with his lips.

“Lock the door” you say against the mirror, before all your ability to think vanishes.           

“Would you be mad if I say I always lock it when it’s only us?” He jokes pulling your shirt above your stomach with one a hand and another unbuttoning your shorts

“Is this the only thing you th- m” your ability to make sentences vanish as his fingers go under your panties and automatically find your clit.

“It’s the only thing you make me think about” his cool breath agisnte your neck and the slight pull of your clit with his finger cause your whole body to shiver.

“Yugyeom“ you sigh.

“I might not be the only one thinking about this,” he whispers. One of his fingers go further down to find your entrance to circle his fingers in your juices before spreading towards your clit, “You’re so wet already.”

Your hand grasp the mirror to stabilize yourself and another grabbed his hand, unable to stop your eyes from closing at the pure sensation of his painfully slow fingers going up and down your core.

He resumes attacking your neck, slipping one of his fingers inside, your moan fogs up the mirror in front of you, “You’re so hot.” he takes away his fingers, causing a whimper. “But I’d rather use my cock to please you,” you groan at the loss of connection, “Still want me to go the showers?”

“No” you pant barely being audible.

“Oh wow, y/n where’s you voice?” His grown member presses against you again, reminding you of the pool forming between your legs.

“Yugyeom, ” you say a little louder, “stop teasing, please, if you want I’ll join - Yugyeom!” You yell as he lifts you over his shoulder and starts running.

You see the floor under you as, he runs towards the showers. Thankfully, only a hall separates the showers from his practice room.

“What if someone saw us?” You laugh as he puts you down.

“It’s a Friday night, no ones here. Now stop worrying about how we can get caught and start worrying about our issue at hand” he brings you hands over to his throbbing member. He bits his lips as you put you hands higher to lift up his shirt. You tip toe up to kiss his neck causing a growl to come out of him, making him push your shorts down fully - helping you walk out of them and into the curtained shower.

In one motion his pants are off and thrown outside as you slide down to squat between his legs. “Baby, in this position you can make me agree to go to the market with you everyday” you scoff and take a minute to catch your breath, before you lick around his tip.

You hear him let out a quiet moan encouraging you to take his member fully in your mouth. His hand gently go on your hair gently pushing you to his pace. You hollow your cheeks and makes sure he hits the back of your throat for a couple of seconds before retreating and bobbing you head. the lewd sound combined with Yugyeoms’ restricted moans echoes throughout the empty shower room.

You pull back and pass your moth through the sides of his member, slightly licking. Yugyeom walks back from you and pulls you to your feet, “Baby, stop before I pound you on this floor.”

“Isn’t that the idea?“ you tease

“Let see how wet I can make you before we both get the idea.” He pulls you to kiss him again but accidentally pushing the shower handle down, drenching you both in warm water. “This is not what I had in mind” he laughs, pushing you to a dry side of the shower, not bothering turning the shower off.

“I like this look” he passing his finger down your neck and around your wet shirt stuck to your boobs. “It’s a shame” you scoff at his actual disappointed face as he helps you out of your shirt and then bra.

“This hair, Y/N“ he teases taking it off the front of your body to pull it up with one of his hands.

He kisses your cheek before leaning down to suck one of your nipple into his mouth, letting his hands reach down to your ass. Your back arches in response of his touch as he leaves one nipple for the other gently passing his tongue around them both. He looks up to see your euphoric expression, flicking your nipple once more with his tongue before pulling your to put you raise your head to give him access to travel back up to your neck.

You feel his finger again on your core, more urgently rubbing you for your arousal juices. He leans out still working his fingers to look at the state of you he causes.

A moaning, naked, wet, and sexually frustrated in front of him.

“Tell me how i got so lucky?.” He lets lets go of you and leans down a bit to grab your thighs and bring you up. His lips hovering above your, millimeters away.

“What are you waiting for?“ he licks his lips, intentionally touching yours too.

You smirk reaching down between your legs rubbing and spreading your juices around his member first before aligning him to your entrance. Repositioning you arms around his neck, you kiss his neck, but get your chin pushed up to meet his gaze.

Just as he sink you down he kisses you, swallowing your blissful moan. He pins you in place before taking himself out slowly and thrusting in deeper.

“God, you feel so god around me.” The pace starts off slow and gracefully like always. You turn your hips a bit higher causing him moan out. Wrapping his arms more securely around you, he plunging into you deeper and faster.

“Yu-g“ You can barely get a word out between the pace, panting, moaning, and kissing Yugyeom. He leans over to the other side of the shower causing you to be under the shower head.

Every sensation of water feels enhanced as you continue to be drenched and filled by Yugyeom. As you feel your self getting closer, you hold on to Yugyeom tighter. Getting the idea, he doesn’t fully go out anymore, rather small thrust form causing you to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out. Your legs close around his hips tighter and your hands push his chest so you can ride out your high.

His pace becomes sloppy and you fight back the urge to scream form overstimulation.

“You’re so tight, are you waiting for my cum to fill you up.”

“Yugyeom“ you sigh as your body begins to build back up rapidly,

“Cum one more time for me” he kisses you temple.

“I can’t anymore”A whimper escapes your lips as your insides begins to turn again

“Your body says you can. Let go-” He stays silent as you tighten again and yell out. His eyes close as he sinks deeper into you holding still. “Y/N“ he says, staying deep within you - milking himself with your contracting core. you let out a loud breath, unable to detach yourself from him.

Yugyeom doesn’t complain as his member softens and falls out of you, He puts you both under the shower head and strokes your back.

“Y/N, baby“ he half pants and whisper “Shhh, your shaking.“

A few minutes pass before you stabilize yourself with your own two feet and start actually cleaning each other.

“I think I need to buy you a bigger shower for your apartment“ he jokes massaging your scalp with shampoo, “With a detachable shower head too, y/n think of the possibilities.“

You raise your eyebrow at him unable to speak or open your eyes because of the shampoo. You get under the shower head and begin washing it out.

“You’re not se-” Yugyeom covers your mouth and puts his finger to his lips.

“I think someone opened the door“

“Hello?“ You hear Bambam outside.

Your eyes widen and push Yugyeom away. “It’s a Friday night, no ones here“ you whisper-yells at him.

"He won’t know it’s me”

“Our clothes!”

“Oh shit” he says louder then expected and opens the curtains slightly to pick up your clothes and place it on the dry surface of the shower.

“Yugyeom? Why are you still here?” You hear Bambam’s voice approaching.

“Uh - Stay in the corner” Yugyeom whispers to you as he sticks his head out of the curtains again. “Um late night practice.”

“Yeah, but you usually take a shower at the dorm”

“Yeah, but I just felt really sticky today" 

"Oh right.” A minute passed before you hear a bag fall

“Are you going to take a shower?“ Yugyeom asks nervously

“Yeah, I don’t want to fight JB for the shower. Did you know y/n’s here?”

“Um who? Y/n? No I haven’t seen her”

“That’s weird, security told me she came here earlier to watch you -” Bambam stops speaking and you can only imagine the face of realization “oh…ohhhhhh”


“Well I’ll just take a shower at home” you hear Bambam start laughing and picking his stuff up. “Y/N! Make sure you and Yugyeom here wash away all your sins. Wait till the guys hear this”


The Honest Truth

Summary: Okay. So I wanted to write a threesome. @lovemydean-o-saur suggested a spell where everyone has to speak their minds, and it leads to confessions, which leads to a threesome. Thanks for the prompt, love!

Word Count: 6200 (Somehow, this is my longest fic ever. Oops)

Warning: ALL THE SMUT, threesome (no Wincest), oral, so much dirty talk, anal, double penetration…yikes.

A/N: So I had more fun writing this fic than almost any other I’ve written. I hope you guys enjoy it, too! Let me know what you think!

“How long until it wears off?” The leather of the Impala’s backseat stuck to your skin as you squirmed. Shorts had been a bad idea. Jeans next time. Or you know, stay home. Let someone else get hit by a truth spell.

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I am known as quite the Productive type, so here are some of my tips just for you guys! 

Tip 1: plan ahead 
If you have a planner that is not time managed… Get one that is time managed. Right now I use my bullet journal in an altered way, when I want to spend a day properly getting THINGS DONE. Make sure you know how long you will need for a certain task and be specific in what that task is. 5 pages. A chapter. A certain subject. Now plan it into your time table, and take the time spaciously. Will it take 15 minutes? Plan 20. You will feel more rested and accomplished! ( also don’t forget breaks ) 

Tip 2: sleep.
What? Sleep? Why sleep? Studyblr’s don’t sleep? Let me tell you. If a studyblr is advertising not taking care of your body because that’s hardcore? They are not doing it right. Sleep is essential. Make sure you have 8 hours of sleep, so you have enough energy for the day and start the day EARLY.   

Tip 3: Don’t take hours getting ready 
2 hours to get ready in the morning? You can use that time better. Go from bed straight to the shower so you will be fresh, get yourself some breakfast, chill for a bit and then 10 minutes before you planned to start studying, go grab your stuff and Do the job. 

Tip 4: minimize your distractions 
Don’t put things on your desk that you won’t be using. It’s distraction and you don’t want that. Music with lyrics is a big no go for me. Spotify does some GREAT playlist just for this and also coffitivity.com (available in the appstore too) is a savior. Listen to that with headphones on and you immediately get into that productive state. 

Tip 5: keep track of time 
I have used Pomodoro and those types of apps but they didn’t do the job for me. What I like to do is put the stopwatch of my Iphone next to me and every time I finish a “task” I start a new round. When I go for a break, I stop the stop watch, and in that way at the end of the day, I will see how many hours of real productivity I had and what I can do better next time. 

Tip 6: Social media does not exist
No, not even tumblr while searching the studyblr tag and aspecially not during small breaks. There are apps that won’t let you have access to social media your laptop or phone, but I just use my second iphone with no apps on there so twitter, tumblr, Facebook, non of it is available at the tap and luckily I am not that desperate to go on web to those sites haha! 

And those are the Productivity tips I got for you as if now, Any questions or suggestions? Feel free to fill up my ask box!

Seth Rollins Smut

Anon: If requests are still open, can I have one where reader comforts Seth after the attack by hunter on raw? Maybe a little mix of fluff and smut. Thanks
You knew he would be pissed. After watching Hunter return for the first time in months and having everyone thinking he was going to help Seth win the Universal title only to have him pedigree Seth in the middle of the ring and letting Kevin pin him, you knew Seth would be in a pissy mood. You don’t blame him though. He looked up to Hunter as not only a mentor, but as a father figure. Hell, he abandoned his brothers Dean and Roman just to join the authority so he could work along side him and further his career.

The moment Seth joined though, you knew it wouldn’t last forever. Hunter and Stephanie only wanted him so they could get more money for not only the business, but for themselves. That’s all they wanted, but Seth was oblivious to it. He was enjoying working alongside Hunter and working his ass off day in and day out just to become a better wrestler. But when he landed on his knee wrong during the title match with Kane, you knew that was the beginning of the end of Seth and Hunter’s alliance.

For 6 months, Seth went to rehab twice a day and pushed himself to the limit just so he could return and go back to being the authority’s golden boy, only to have Hunter cost him not only the Universal title, but Seth’s trust. You can just tell by the look on everyone’s faces backstage that this was not planned and this was far from over.

While standing in the gorilla by the curtain waiting for Seth to walk through it, you hear some of the producers whispering about what happened while laughing about it and you can’t help but to be pissed off. To them it may be a joking matter, but to you it’s not because you’re the one who has to deal with Seth and calm him down, not them.

The curtain moves and Seth walks past it and the whole room goes silent. “Why did everybody get quiet? Oh yeah that’s right, because none of you have the balls to make fun of me to my face.” Seth snaps. You grab his hand and pull him away from the gorilla before he can say anything else that may get him in trouble. You lead him down the hall to his locker room and say, “Go shower and get everything packed. You don’t need to be here right now.”

He walks past you without looking at you and shuts the door. You go and sit on one of the crates and wait for him to come out.
After Seth getting ready and you driving back to the hotel, Seth walks in the hotel and tosses his stuff on the ground before sitting on the bed. “Seth..” You start but he cuts you off. “Did you know?” He asks. “About Hunter returning and costing you the match? No. No one said a word about it until we saw him walk out of the crowd.” You say. “Don’t lie to me Y/N, you’re best friends with Renee so she had to know this was going to happen.” He spits.

“If she knew then she would have told me. They don’t tell Renee anything until she’s about to go on TV.” You tell him. “I guess you’re right, I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s just, I’m pissed off at the fact that the guy I have looked up to for so long, stabbed me in the back. I mean I put his company on my back for the longest time and to have everything I’ve done ripped away from me, just shows that the only person you can trust in this business is yourself. And you of course, I trust you and I trust that you would have told me about something this important.” He says pulling you closer to him.

“Of course I would have told you, that’s not something to keep from somebody. But you know what, forget Hunter and forget the authority. They’re nothing without you anyways.” You say. He gives a soft smile and asks, “Why is it you’re the only one who can put a smile on my face when I just want to kill everybody that looks in my direction?” “Because you love me.” You saying with a smile. “That I can agree on. How about I show you how much I love you instead of talking about it. What do ya say?” He says pulling you down for a kiss.

“How about you lay on your back instead? I have an idea.” You mumble against his lips. He smirks and takes his shirt off before laying back. You straddle his hips and bend over letting your lips meet his again before your hands start roaming around his body and make your way to his jeans. You break the kiss and unbutton them. Your hands grab the jeans and briefs and pull them down, letting Seth’s member spring free.

You get back on the bed and grab his dick. “Babe, please don’t tease me now.” He says looking down at you through clouded eyes. “I’m not my poor little Sethie. Tonight, I’m not going to tease you. It’s your time right now.” You say looking him in the eyes and lowering your mouth down on his member. He lets out a choked moan and you start moving your head along with your hand. His hands get tangled up in your hair and he lets out loud moans that you’re sure are going to get you in trouble with the people at the front desk of the hotel.

You move your hand and start massaging his balls which makes his hips jerk upwards. “Baby, I-I can’t h-handle your mouth anymore, I d-don’t want to cum just yet.” He chokes out. With one more suck, you release him and sit up on your knees to take your clothes off.

Once they’re off, you straddle Seth’s hips and raise up a little so you can guide his dick inside you. You lower yourself onto him and his hands fly to your hips. You start bouncing on his dick and he throws his head back letting out a loud moan following with your name. He starts moving his hips upwards meeting you halfway each time you bounce up, and he starts fucking into you faster. “Fuck Y/N, you’re so fucking tight.” He moans while moving one of his hands to your clit and rubbing it.

You fall forward onto him and he pulls you into a kiss. You let out a moan in his mouth and he can tell you’re close by the way you tightening up on him. He slows his movements and rolls over so he’s on top. Seth grabs your leg and puts it on his shoulder before he starts pounding into you again. “F-Fuck Seth, I’m n-not g-going to make it m-much longer.” You moan. He starts rubbing your clit again and you release all over his cock.

His breathing starts speeding up and he drops your leg before pulling out and releasing all over your stomach. You two sit there catching your breathes and he reaches over grabbing some tissue off of the bedside stand to clean you off. “You’re right, the authority is nothing without me but really I’m nothing without you. You’re the reason why I worked my ass off all those months I was hurt. I wanted to get back to work so I could provide a future for you, for us. Hunter has no idea what he just started with me and I’m going to make sure that everyone knows that me and you are the authority, not them.” Seth says bending over and kissing you.

The Stand-In Part 4

A/N: Happy Easter to all who celebrate it! I’ve been busy with family all weekend, and that’s why I haven’t been posting a whole lot. Anyways, this one is again, not really what I was expecting, but I’ll go with it. Enjoy!

Word count: 2217

Pairing: Firefighter!DeanXReader

Warnings: This one starts out with some smut so I suppose that earns a warning. Otherwise, I don’t think there’s anything else to be wary of.

Series Masterlist


When she first wakes, she feels like he’s touching her everywhere.

His warm breath hits the back of her neck every few moments, and his hand is curled around hers as she lays on his bicep.

And God is it a nice bicep.

He shifts slightly, his other hand sliding against the flesh on her stomach, as her shirt has ridden up the tiniest bit. His palm covers her belly button, his fingers splayed out to cover a vast expanse of skin with his pinky just brushing the top edge of her panties.

She wonders what it would feel like to have his hands dip lower, and then she feels her cheeks flush as she remembers that they barely know each other and haven’t even had a proper first date.

She swallows the lump in her throat and exhales, feeling his leg shift behind her.

He gives a little grunt and stretches one leg out, tucking the other between her knees in a way that parts her thighs the smallest bit.

God damn it, Dean. This is not making anything easy.

She shivers as she feels his lips brush the back of her neck, a soft kiss laid upon her flesh just like that forehead kiss what seems like ages ago.

Only this time it’s not just one kiss. His lips move a fraction and he kisses her neck again, his grip on her stomach tightening to pull her close. Another fraction of an inch and another kiss makes her want to dissolve into a puddle, but she manages to hold herself together.

Neck kisses are her new weakness, it seems. At least, when they come from him they are.

“You awake?” he murmurs softly against her neck, his lips resting right at the base of her hairline. His nose is in her hair, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.

She hums in response, and he pulls her in closer, so that her back is pressed flush to his chest.

“Do you want to get up?” he asks gently, rubbing his thumb up and down her skin carefully.

She opens her eyes weakly and lifts her phone, checking the time through a squinted gaze.

“It’s only six,” she whimpers, closing her eyes once again.

“Sorry, I’m used to it,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss, this time to the top of her shoulder. “Go back to sleep, Sweetheart.”

“I can’t with you kissing me like that,” she returns, moving her hand in his to link their fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and his movements halt.

“I never said you had to stop,” she finally says. “I just said that I couldn’t sleep if you did keep kissing me.”

She feels the smile on his lips against her skin, and he places a kiss just at the base of her neck, working his way up.

She feels his hand move, sliding over her skin like silk as it settled on her hip.

His lips press behind her ear as his hand slides slightly upwards.

“Is this okay?” he asks, lightly scraping his fingertips across the bottom of her breast.

“Yes,” she breathes, reaching an arm back to brush through his hair. It’s so soft and fine between her fingers.

“God, you feel so perfect,” he whispers, and she shivers when he leaves his hand under her shirt. “I could wake up to this every day.”

She swallows carefully as his hand cups the bottom of her breast, working slowly up her skin.

“Is this okay?” he asks again, and this time his hand is fully holding one breast, his skin burning her with desire.

He doesn’t pull or twist or even teasingly graze over her nipple; he just holds her while sliding his hand up further.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” she whispers, closing her eyes to revel in his warm flesh against hers. The feeling of his touch, but not actual stimulation, is driving her insane.

She just wants him to squeeze, to pull, to give her anything that can relieve some of the pressure building in her lower belly.

It’s so intimate with his hand now hovering over her heart. It’s more intimate than anything that she’s ever done with any of her previous partners.

“Dean, I…” she begins, but she can’t find the right words. “If you want… I…”

“Shh,” he hushes against her shoulder, his lips fluttering kisses up the side of her neck.

Finally, his thumb brushes over her nipple, and she gasps softly.

“Is this still okay?” he murmurs, gently squeezing the soft bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, God, yes,” she gasps out, pressing her thighs together as she searched for some way to ease the pressure building between her legs. “Dean, please. I can’t take this.”

His lips move back to her neck, and she cries out weakly as he kissed her and toyed with her gently.

The pads of his fingers are soft, gentle, but the palms of his hands are rough with callouses. The mixture of the texture makes her weak in the knees, as he was skilled in using both aspects.

He’d palm her breast and squeeze it gently before honing in on the peak with careful precision that makes her breath short.

“Dean,” she whimpers, squeezing her hand through his hair while pressing her chest into his hand as he moved from one breast to the other that had yet to receive any attention. “Please, it feels so good.”

He places open mouthed kisses behind her ear, pressing his chest into her back as he gave her breast attention similar to its twin.

The coiling in her stomach is there, and she knows that she’s about to come undone just from him touching her breasts and neck.

Not even any dry humping or similar tactics. She’s never come from just this.

Hell, she barely even came when trying to get herself off. Something about Dean Winchester, though, was capable of making her body do things she didn’t think possible.

“Dean,” she breathes, panting softly. “Dean, I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth.

“No,” she whimpers, sealing her fate with a single word. “Please, Dean.”

The pinching and rolling grows the smallest bit harder, and she releases a whimpering moan as the spring in her stomach coiled even tighter, until she feels like she’s seconds from exploding.

She clenches his hair as she reaches the edge of the precipice, her body shaking with energy as he strummed her until she could go no further.

And like a flood, everything rushes over her. She lets out a hard moan as she falls apart, her eyes squeezing shut as her body worked her through her orgasm.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs into her hair, moving his hand down to her stomach where he brushes his thumb soothingly over her heated skin. “How’s that for waking up?”

She’s shaking slightly as she exhales, and after a few moments her eyes open once more. She looks over her shoulder to his green eyes, trying to understand his motives for what he has just done.

“Dean, what was that?” she asks, struggling to turn onto her back while keeping herself tucked into him.

“If you have to ask, you’ve been with the wrong guys, Sweetheart,” he says with a half smile.

“No, I know what that was,” she makes a face at him. She’s still slightly breathless. It wasn’t the strongest orgasm, but it’s more than she’s had in quite a while. “But… Why?”

“I wanted to,” he shrugs. “I wanted to see how sensitive you are.”

“Why?” she returns, and he gives her a half smile in the bright light streaming through her window.

“Because I wanted to make you feel good, Sweetheart. Do I need a reason?” he asks, tracing his fingers over her jaw.

“No,” she responds, leaning into his touch. Her body feels tuned to him, like she could face a million people blindfolded and still know which one was him.

“I’ll make us some breakfast and then we can go out, how does that sound?” he asks, tapping her nose lightly.

“I like a man who can take charge,” she admits with a slight blush to her cheeks. “Most guys just ask where we should go and things like that. It’s nice to see something different.”

“Thank you, I think,” he says with a smile that makes her heart flip.

“You’re welcome,” she presses a kiss to his cheek and props herself up on her elbow. “Do you mind if I get a shower?”

“Go right ahead. I’ll get started cooking,” he sits up slowly and lets her stand before he follows her out of bed.

“So um, there’s stuff in the kitchen. If you want I could show you?” she offers awkwardly, suddenly realizing everything that had just transpired. “I don’t know what you can or can’t cook, and I’m not real sure of what I have right now.”

“Sweetheart, I cook for the guys all the time at the station,” he grins knowingly. “I can whip something up easy. I’ll find what I need.”

“Okay. Um, I’ll just be in here if you need me then,” she points to her bathroom door and he nods. “Just knock if you need anything.”

“Okay, Sweetheart,” he laughs lightly. “Relax and calm down a little. I thought you could use the release, I didn’t realize it would make you so nervous.”

“Sorry, it’s just…” she trails off with a slight blush, the tiniest smile on her face. “You’re just a lot different from my usual thing. It makes me nervous.”

“Good different?” he asks, and she nods while biting her bottom lip. “Then that’s all that matters right now. No need to be nervous.”

“Well, when you have to face a Greek god, you try not being nervous,” she mutters as she looks through her dresser for some clothes.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Aphrodite,” he winks and then leaves her room. She watches him go and waits for him to get a little ways down the hallway before letting out a small scream into her clothes.

God, he was so playful in the morning.

She isn’t sure she knows what to do.

She finally makes her way to the bathroom and takes one of the fastest showers of her life. Within a few minutes, she’s watching Dean move around her kitchen skillfully as he cooked something that smelled good.

“What are you making?” she asks as she hops onto the island counter to watch his back as he cooked.

“I decided on some omelettes,” he answers, peeking over his shoulder at her. “You look less panicked.”

“A good shower will do that,” she says wittily, having had a chance away from him to collect her scattered thoughts for a few moments.

“But I still think,” he turns to look at her, pressing in close so that he can look up at her through his lashes, “that your showers are too short and lack a person.”

“Dream on,” she rolls her eyes as she bites back a smile. He grins at her and then moves back to their food.

“They’re almost done, could you get us some plates?” he asks, and she hops off the counter to do as he requested.

Once their food is on plates and they’re sitting together at her little table, they begin to eat.

He watches her silently as she takes the first bite, looking for her approval to be written on her face.

“Oh my God,” she states, but her expression doesn’t give much away. His breath comes out relieved after she smiles. “This is good.”

“I hoped that breakfast might make up for being a dick and moving our date,” he says, and she looks to her plate quietly.

“Dean, I’m not mad about it,” she says, looking up at him. “I was, but then I saw what you did and how you saved peoples’ lives and I realized why you had to cancel. I was mad at myself for being mad at you without knowing the story.”

“It was still a shitty thing of me to do, especially when you were looking forward to our date all week,” he explains, sighing softly. “But I’m hoping that I can make it up to you.”

“So far you’re doing an excellent job, then,” she tells him, biting her lip as she looked up at him. “Do I get to know where we’re going now?”

“Not yet,” he shakes his head. “It’s a surprise.”

“So when do I get this surprise?” she asks, as she was now finished with her food.

“I think around one is the best time to go,” he says vaguely.

“You got me up early so you could make me wait?” she pouts.

“It wasn’t the plan, Sweetheart,” he laughs. “But we can at least talk for a little while, or watch a show or something.”

“Only if I get to pick the show,” she says, grinning.

“Of course. What would you like to watch?” he asks, taking her plate to the sink before returning.

She looks him in the eye and feels a little bit of sweet revenge for making her wait.

“It’s a surprise.”


Part 5

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+ writing hiatus

hi guys! I just wanted to say that ‘below thunder showers’ was my last story before a short (well, not that short) writing hiatus I’m taking, which will most likely last two months. this doesn’t mean I’m going push down writing completely, since I will probably keep working on stuff on the side (because it’s still something I need to do to stay sane haha) but I won’t focus on finishing nor posting anything. I will still be around here during my free time, just not updating anything until late July, at least. I am starting finals (and retakes) in a couple weeks already, and since I will also be working at the same time, I need to minimize stress as much as I can and not worrying about updating will definitely help me. :)

to brighten up this post a little, here are the projects I want to work on after my hiatus:

a requiem of time | ot7 project of seven short stories
danse macabre | horror au with taehyung
your silent portrait | koe no katachi & fantasy au with jimin
the last pages | the blue notebooks sequel

thank you for reading! I apologize for the hiatus, but I believe it will do me and my writing well 💕

anonymous asked:

in regards to that ghost thing once all the people at my theater camp refused to enter the dressing room bc they were convinced they say a ghost. i then proceeded to bullshit a story about "the girl with no name" haunting the theater and im pretty sure the little kids still dont go down there


Okay, apart from the one show where we had rehearsals in a haunted af decrepit, falling apart, abandoned school, my old theater company had a very consistent ghost starting in 2010 omfg.

So most of the rehearsals are in this tiny af little shop space- which, on the most magical days, we could manage to fit up to like 80+ people in HOLY SHIT- but our story starts in the summer of 2010, when I was in a production of 13: The Musical.

We had 26 kids in that cast, and the set up for rehearsals was like a summer camp so we were there five days a week. We obviously got a little rowdy at times, but it was never anything major. We never got any complaints from the people that live in the apartment upstairs- actually, we would’ve filed noise complaints on them a few times, but we were all pretty sure they were serial killers from some of the noises heard, so we just let it go in mild fear- but one day, an old man appeared at our door.

This man was ancient, and he was pissed. He was screaming that he lived below us, and there was a leak happening in his roof, and he was sure it was from one of our toilets, and he was out for blood. Our director desperately tried to assure him that neither of the toilets were clogged so that couldn’t possibly be the source of the leak, but he wouldn’t listen and forced his way into the studio.

Let me repeat this: NEITHER OF THE TOLIETS WERE CLOGGED OR BROKEN OR LEAKING. And he checked that out for himself, but still insisted there must be an invisible problem. He started yelling that this is what happens when you let so many teenage girls in one space! One of them gets stupid and tries to flush pads!!!

None of us had tried to flush pads, but he kept yelling and stormed out. We thought the drama was over and broke for lunch.

In the middle of lunch, this dude storms back in with another old man, angrily wielding a plunger.

The second old man was apparently a plumber, who the original old man called in a fury to come fix the problem. Mind you, we were still eating lunch, and my seat at the table left me with a perfect view of the open bathroom door, and honestly, I was fucking cracking up watching this 80-something old man slowly and angrily plunging up and down on an unbroken toilet. None of us kids could keep our shit together.

The plumber decreed there was- surprise - no problem with the toilet, and the alleged leak in his ceiling had to be coming from somewhere else. The old man did not believe the plumber, grabbed the plunger out of his hands, and started angrily doing the job himself, all the while yelling about stupid girls flushing their stupid feminine products.

Anyway, the day went on, and then the rest of the camp went on, and he slowly started to fade from our minds.

So we get to hell week, and we’ve still got camp rehearsals from 9:30 to 5:00, and then we have our real rehearsals from 6:00 to any time after 11:00 at our theater where we almost always performed, which was in a college maybe 45 minutes from the studio. We had all performed on this stage before, and knew the backstage area very well.

Weird shit starts happening.

Notably, the lights in the girls dressing room kept going out- but they kept going out very specifically any time they needed to work, and would turn themselves back on whenever the room was mostly emptied or when we were just loitering. The outlets would also stop working, right when someone was busy trying to style their hair. It was driving all of us and the makeup moms crazy.

The weird thing was though, nothing like this was happening in the boys dressing room, and the director got confirmation from the owners that nothing like this had ever happened, and that everything was basically hooked up the same, so if something was wrong with the wiring in the girl’s room, it should also be affecting the boy’s room and the stage and theater lights.

Then, things in the girl’s dressing room started disappearing.

And like, we checked. No one was fucking stealing this shit. It was a small cast and it was not hard to search everyone to see if they stole your makeup bag or your costume. The stuff was just straight up vanishing.

And then shit started going on back at the studio, too- the front door is slightly off centered, and never really closed correctly. However, that doesn’t explain when everyone sitting in the room on a non-windy day witnessed it swing itself open and slam itself shut hard enough to rattle the windows. Things kept getting moved around in cubbies with no explanation.

This kept happening, for basically the remainder of my time there- my last show with them was like two years ago, uncertain if any shit is still going down.

But anyway- maybe about a year or two after 13, it was either during a production of Working or Into The Woods- We’re sitting in the dressing room getting ready, me and a couple of the girls are reminiscing about old shows. Someone goes, “Oh my God, do you remember that weird guy with the plunger from 13?!” and the lights. In the entire backstage area. Just fucking go OFF. And then they go turn back on for everywhere except the girl’s dressing room.

And me and the one girl just look at each other and we’re like…You don’t think…?

We looked into the next day and the old man had died a few weeks after the plunger thing. Right when all the weird shit had started up. All these years, we had been making really offhanded jokes about ‘The Ghost of YSTC’, and suddenly we were faced with the very real possibility that we actually have a ghost. It was fucking insane.

And other stuff started happening too- the lights in the boys room only started acting up if too many girls went in there. One time someone walked into a completely empty dressing room, the very first person at the theater, and found a handprint on the mirror. A shower mysteriously turned itself on while Conrad Birdie’s costumes were all in there, 30 minutes before curtain. Costumes kept going missing, mics would die for no reason, props would move for no reason, my socks were stolen on like 4 separate occasions.

Could some of this stuff be assholes in the cast? Yes, obviously. But it also always had that weird ass creepy vibe. The ghost of my old theater company is REAL, dude, and he’s still holding a grudge about teenage girls possibly flushing used period products down a toilet.

We’re leaving

A/N: This is the 3rd backstory to the imagines rewrite, you can read that & the previous backstories here. This part is angsty, brace yourselves for some sad.

Dean’s age-13

Sam’s age-9

Reader’s age-11 months

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You and your mom, Meredith, had been traveling with John and the boys for nearly 2 months now. Your parents would research during the day, taking turns leaving the motel when necessary to interview people and when the boys would get back from school they would watch you while the adults went out. Currently they were just finishing up a werewolf case in Burlington, New Jersey. The boys were back in the motel room watching you, tomorrow afternoon everyone would pack up the impala and Meredith’s station wagon before moving onto the next case.

Your parents got along well enough, but after being around each other nearly nonstop for 2 months was finally getting to them and they were fighting left and right, especially after new light was shed on your mother.

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You're a Fine Girl ( Yondu Udonta x Reader)

Plot: Yondu has not always been the most touchy-feely man. But in a time of guilt for a terrible act he’s committed, he buys a Terran girl who was previously a slave. He starts to get this weird feeling of attachment to her as time goes on. So now both him and this girl have to get used to their new situations. ( This shall be a multi-part series.)

Tagging: @musicalcoffeebean 

 Yondu and his crew had just dropped off the newest kid Ego told him to find. But what he had found was terrifying. Ego had been killing all of those kids, each and everyone of them. A cloud of guilt waved over him. He had been taking those kids to their death and for what? Units? He started to be disgusted with himself. When the crew noticed his sudden mood change he shrugged these emotions off. He was their captain he had to move on. He couldn’t let his crew see him go soft. 

 One day they went to ravage a random ship that they detected. It had plenty of cargo which meant they could steal some goods and then trade them. Of course it went well and they had plenty of fun while doing it. They could get a few million units from the cargo. There was a potential buyer some rich guy no one heard about, but hey rich meant a lot of money. His name was Frope he was some high up official on his planet. The ship they ravaged was a rival planet’s that they had wars with previously. So naturally Frope was willing to pay any price for the cargo. And really who could pass that offer up? 

 When they arrived on the planet everything was very, well shiny. Just about every building was covered in gold or silver. The people seemed to be decorated in piercings of jewels. This was a very wealthy planet indeed. But that also could mean a lot of annoying beings with pride and greed. When they arrived at the meeting place with Frope, Yondu was surprised when a girl who didn’t look at all like anyone else on the planet. “ Are you the ravagers that the master is trading with?” She asked at barely above a whisper with slight shaking in her voice. 

 Yondu replied and she led them inside. When they got inside Yondu noticed that the girl had a chain around her neck that linked to ones on her arms. Her clothes were dirty compared to everyone else’s. She had cuts and bruises everywhere except her face where only a few were that were barely noticeable. But dispite all of that the girl didn’t look half bad. Trying to shake this feeling, the girl went up to Frope and all she did was tap him on the shoulder when he didn’t notice them the first three times she said his name. He reacted with grabbing her wrist hard enough that they noticed a hand print forming on her wrist. And whispering harshly to her. 

 " Greetings ravagers I do hope your trip was well. “ he said as he approached them. ” It was. Now let’s get to business.“ Yondu said as he told one of the men to bring the cargo. ” Thank you so much for bringing this to me. It will be very helpful to the planet. “ Frope said as his men took the boxes from the ravagers. One of Fropes men ” accidentally “ knocked into the girl making her spill the bucket that she was carrying from where Frope was sitting previously. ” Girl! What I tell you about your clumsiness! You useless little bitch, learn to keep your balance you could ruin these like you ruin everything else!“ He yelled at the girl.

 ” Guards please take care of her while I do business.“ Frope said while two clearly larger men approached her. Yondu could tell that she was scared. The men attached her chains to something that caused electricity to surge through them. The sound of her screams caused an ache in his heart. ” Excuse her, I shouldn’t have bought her from the Kree. They assured me she could work. Last time I do a trade with Kree that’s for sure.“ That caused Yondu to stop in his tracks. He remembered what monsters the Kree were when he was younger. They would take young beings from other planets and either use them as slaves or as slaves to sell.

 When he looked back over to the poor girl she was covered in tears and blood. The one Employee had been hitting her with a heated metal rod. Just as the Kree had done to him once. No one should go through such torturous activities. The other employee thrown her to the ground causing the girl to hit her head. That was enough for him, he couldn’t stand seeing a girl like that being abused. “Hey!” Yondu yelled at the man anger rising in him. They then dragged her out of the room when they blamed the girl for being a distraction . “ Oh it’s alright. She’s nothing more than a slave. A Terran nonetheless, so not much potential there.” The man said. “ Now to discuss your payment…” He was then cut off by Yondu “ The girl.“ 

 The man at first thought it was a joke. But Yondu had a stone cold look on his face. No one should have to go through the same thing he did. Especially when your owners are such assholes like this planet had. He didn’t know why all of a sudden it became of importance, maybe because of the whole Ego thing. But he couldn’t stand by and do nothing.

” You can’t be serious.“ Frope said. ” We trade you what ya want and as payment you give us the girl.“ Yondu explained. The man declined saying that she was good property. ” That’s a shame cause, these trinkets could be resold at about a million units each. Wouldn’t ya say Kraglin?“ He said looking back to his crew member. ” Captain?“ 

 ” We could just bring these back to their rightful owner. Seems to me Mr. Frope, that you ain’t interested in these fine items. So we’ll be on our way.“ He said turning away about to get the cargo and leave. ” Wait! Fine, is that all?“ Frope asked reluctantly.” Her things if y'all didn’t sell'em.“ Yondu said with a smirk. He could see the anger rise in this man. 

 And with gritted teeth Frope said ” Deal” Yondu gave that charming smile of his as Frope was angered. “ We’ll also be needing half a mil for each box and for wasting time.” Yondu added. Frope reluctantly agreed and told one of the employees to go fetch the slave girl. When the transaction was over they brought the girl out in a cage no larger than one for a pet. They had cleaned her up a bit from that beating she just had.

 Yondu hated seeing someone who is capable of rational thought, opinions, and so much more be diminished like that. “ Pleasure doing business withcha, Mr.Frope.” Yondu said. “ What do you plan to do with it? She can’t work correctly, completely useless. Just like all Kree slaves. So what results are you expecting to get that’s different from mine?” Frope asked in a rude tone. Yondu had just about had it with these people. “ Well at least I ain’t no asshole who acts like I’m all high and mighty that I can’t give any respect to anyone.” And with that the ravagers headed toward their ship. 

They laid the cage on the floor in Yondu’s quarters. When everyone left Yondu knelt down and opened the cage. The girl quickly scurried to the back of it, still scared. “ Come on out girl. Its okay I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” Skeptical of this strange man she came out very slowly. “ That’s it girl you got it. Are these your things?” He said holding up a small bag that had been attached to the cage. She nodded slightly happy those terrible beings didn’t try to pawn her stuff. Yondu handed her the bag and then some clothes he had gotten out of a drawer. “ Here go clean yourself up, make yourself look pretty. And then we can see about gettin’ you some clothes from the tailor . ” the girl nodded and went to where he said the showers were. 

He walked back to where the others were when he was met by Kraglin. “ Captain what are we going to use it for?” Before he could even answer the entire crew started asking questions about her. Like can they use her for when they need something fun to do? What they needed her for? Why they bought her? Then there was a loud whistle and his arrow swooping through the air caught everyone’s attention. “ Y'all listen up! She ain’t a slave no more! Especially on this ship. We are going to make her one of us. Now I want you to treat her as a member of this crew or a little bit better. She will not be doin’ your work for ya, she will not be at our services. You will treat like a person. Is that understood?!” Yondu yelled. They all agreed. 

 Later Yondu went to check up on the girl . When he opened the door she was there sitting quietly in a corner. “ Come on girly get up, we ain’t doing this shit.” He said offering his hand for her to stand up. She was wearing the bottom half of her slave garments and a shirt of his. For some reason Yondu thought she looked really good in his shirt. He started to get this warm feeling, she looks so sweet and innocent. He shook himself out of this trance and began to speak “ Now if you don’t mind we are going to get you some better fitting clothes. Then you can either try to join us or just come back in here, it’s up to you.” She nodded.

 ” Now you got a name or are me and my crew gonna have to keep callin’ ya girl?“ She didn’t answer at first. Yondu sighed and said ” That’s fine girl it is.“ He then turned to leave. Then heard her say ” (Y/N). M-my name is (Y/N).“ Yondu smiled ” I like that name. I’m Yondu Udanta, captain of this fine ship.“ She bowed her head as Terrans did as a nice to meet you thing. ” Well (Y/N) welcome to your new life as a ravager.“

 They both then headed to the tailor to get her properly fitted into a ravagers uniform. Yondu for some reason felt like he had to stay there. When she came out Yondu felt like his heart was going to fly out of his chest. She had on a blue shirt that was the same as his skin, her boots stopped right at her knee, and the leather suit hugged her curves just right. ’ Damn this girl looks fine!’ Yondu thought. Where the hell did that come from? ” Now you look like a ravager. Do you want to join us the rest of the day or do you want to go back to my quarters?“ He asked . She said she wanted to go back, but as earlier it was barely above a whisper. 

 ” I’ve got some things I gotta take care of, I’ll be back later. One of the boys will bring ya some food.“ Yondu said dropping her back off at his room. As soon as he left she took a seat on the floor and curled up in a ball. What had her life become? She couldn’t have expected any of this to happen and yet here she was, she only hoped this master was nicer than her previous one.

10 Things I Hate About You

Dean x Reader, hope you like it!

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Artificial amateurs, aren’t at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers…”, you mumbled to yourself while stirring your egg and tapped along when he came in.

“One: You rap. Who the hell listens to rap. I mean there is beautiful rock, why rap?”

Your head shot up and you raised a brow to see Dean standing in the door frame. He had this mocking little grinn on his face not letting you know what he meant.

“What is it this time, Dean? Just go get Sam for breakfast.”, you told him and he left without answering.


You were talking to Sam about a case and what you found out when he interrupted you.

“Two: You talk alot. Especially when you’re on a roll with a case.”

“Dean what are you talking about?”, you asked him obviously irritated but he just stood up and walked away with a grin on his face.

“Screw you, Dean!”, you yelled and rolled your eyes.

“What was that about?”, Sam asked but you just shrugged.

“Three: You swear a lot.” His head appeared in the door frame and you threw a paper ball at him but he just catched it.

“Jackass.”, you mumbled under your breath and ignored him.


You decided to take a shower after a workout. Sam had left so you went out of the bathroom with just a towel around your body and met Dean in your room.

“Hey baby. What’s up?”, you asked searching for your clothes.

“Four: You leave the door unlocked when you shower.”

You took a deep breath before you turned around and looked at him trying to understand what he was doing.
“Dean, you okay?”, you asked and a raised a brow.

“Five: You worry too much.”

You groaned and took your stuff while rolling your eyes at him. He started to really annoy you and he wouldn’t stop.
You got dressed and when you turned around you bumped into his chest.

“Dean, what are you doing, for gods sake?!”, you yelled at him.

“Six: You get annoyed really fast.”

“I’m going to slap you.”

“Seven: You’re agressive.”

“Are you counting my flaws?” Your eyes widened and this time you were really mad understanding what he was doing.

“I might not be perfect but you don’t have to be cruel.”

“Eight: You have a low self-esteem.”

“Dean, please stop.”, you asked him but he just grinned.

“Nine: You’re clingy.”

“Alright. That’s enough. Go fuck yourself.”, you growled and shoved him aside to leave the room before you would actually slap him in his stupid face. If this was one of his damn jokes you would kick him in his balls.
But he grabbed your wrist and turned you around to press you against his chest.

“For the love of god, one more and I’ll kill you.”, you said and glared at him.


“Dean.”, you threatened him but he just smiled.

“I can’t actually think of a tenth one.”, he chuckled and you pinched his nippel.

“You better. Now let me go.”, you said not amused but he just kept hugging you.

“You know what those things are?”, he asked insted and you groaned.

“I don’t know, Dean. I don’t wanna know. Just let me…”

“10 things I hate about you.”

Woah. That was harsh and he was still smiling. Was he serious? Yeas he was, why wouldn’t he be.

“Oh…okay, I guess.”, you said insecure and tried to get out of his hug.

“This would say someone who knew you for..let’s say a year. Maybe a friend. Things that annoy them.”, he explained and it wasn’t helping at all.

“Good to know. Can I go now?”, he was really getting under your skin and you didn’t like that. Neither could you look in his eyes.

“But I know better then that…”
Your head shot up and your eyes met his.
“I know that you talk alot about a case for example because you are excited to solve that case. You really want to save people so you get all talkative and excited.”
You furrowed your brows. That took a different turn then you thought.

“I know that you swear alot and you can be pretty agressive because you grew up with three brothers. You had to keep up with them and show yourself. You saved my life several times because you can hit hard. I know that you leave the doors inside of the house unlocked because you got attacked one time in a locked room. You need the thought of being able to run at any time. I know you worry about things because you care. Not because you’re insecure. No, you want everyone you love to be happy. You hold on to people so much because you lost so many loved one’s you stopped counting. And everything people who don’t really know you might hate about, are my favourite things about you. Because these things make you who you are and I love every bit of it.”

“Are you… insane?”, was the only thing what left your mouth after a long silence and he laughed. “No, not completely at least. Your self esteem went lower and lower in the last couple of weeks that I needed to do something. So I showed you your possible flaws which are not flaws at all.”, he explained himself and you smacked his shoulder. “You could’ve told me that like a normal person, you dumbass.”

“You wouldn’t have accepted it, if I told you how much you are worth to me. This way, I got you to listen to me.”, he grinned proudly and you rolled your eyes.

“And that’s what you get, loving a Winchester.”

“Oh shut up.”, you said and pressed your lips against his to wipe away his grin.