Summary: When Meg possesses Sam, she lets a couple of his secrets out.
Warnings: Wincest, dirty talk (I guess?)
Word Count: 1800
A/N: I love me some desperate first time Wincest. Enjoy! XOXO
Sam’s still in the bathroom.
It’s become Sam’s habit to stay in the bathroom until he thinks Dean’s fallen asleep. Or to stay out, needing to grab some food or something. Or to just not say anything at all, just disappear from the room and come sneaking in once the lights are off.
Requested by anonymous: Hello! Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader has invisibility and force field powers but is super shy at peter’s school and one day she gets bullied and Peter saves her and when he’s Spider-Man she saves him and he falls in love with her plz and thanks 😋
A/N: I really hope you guys like this one! Please let us know if you have any feedback, positive or negative. I had fun writing this one. :) I thought of Violet from “The Incredibles”, hence the title lol
You crouched down, hiding by the convenience store across the street from the bank that was in the middle of being robbed. Three men were inside, shoving cash into large black duffel bags. They all were clad in black, complete with stereotypical ski masks. You took a deep breath, slowing your thumping heart and felt a slight chill run from the tips of your toes all the way up to your scalp. You glanced down, unable to see your hands or legs. You smiled a little as your confidence surged, glad you were finally gaining more control of your powers. You had them your whole life, but the only control you had over them was to keep them a secret; never using them. But, ever since you saw Spider-Man online one night, when you were supposed to be studying for your calculus exam the next day, you knew you could use your obscuration ability to help him out, even if you were invisible to him.
You saw the robbers you were observing dash out of the bank, each of them carrying duffel bags full of cash. You felt your heart skip a beat, suddenly feeling anxious as your mind began to race through every single worse case scenario. Hey, you told yourself, it’ll be fine. Just don’t think about it. You imagined your mind as a whiteboard and yourself wiping all of your thoughts away, and with one more deep breath, and held your arm out, concentrating. Moving targets were always the hardest. You imagined a giant bubble enclosing the robbers, keeping them contained. Only, this bubble didn’t pop. You heard one of the guys yell, making the other three halt, spinning on their heels to see what was going on.
One of the men was in the middle of the sidewalk, pounding on an imaginary barrier like a mime. Except you knew he wasn’t miming. Your force field only caught one of the men. You winced at the pain the captured man was causing you; if anyone hit your shields, it was a like someone was slamming a hammer against your skull. You kept up the shield and raised your other hand, trapping the three other men in another bubble before they could run to assist their pal. All three of the men crashed into the wall of their bubble falling to the ground and the resulting pain causing you to yelp and drop your shields. You moaned as the pain subsided, rubbing your temple.
“What the heck was that?” One of the men yelled, turning this way and that to try to see a source of the mysterious boundaries. You felt your heartbeat and adrenaline pick up again, making your knees shake. You glanced down, you were still invisible. Well, partially; one arm was exposed. You were glad you decided to hide in the shadows, just in case this happened. You exhaled, a chill running down your arm as it turned invisible. As your arm disappeared, an odd swishing sound ripped through the air. You lifted your head up, toward the source.
The one and only Spider-Man was crouched on top of a street light, hands extended as he launched web after web at the bad guys, trapping them to the ground. You stared in awe, admiring how swift he was, the vivid color of his suit, the way his biceps bulged under the constraint of the near skin-tight uniform… You shook your head, stepping out of the shadows and dashing across the street to meet your idol, keeping your steps as light and silent as you could. Spider-Man froze, his head cocked to the side like he was listening. You had reached him when he stopped webbing up the bad guys, so you froze too, a few feet behind him. For some reason, you felt incredibly nervous all of the sudden, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break your ribs. Spider-Man turned around, facing you. You gasped a little and double-checked that your invisibility was still functional. Spider-Man stared in your direction. Did he see you?
“Hello?” Spider-Man called out, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Your vocal cords froze. You just stood there, three feet in front of Spider-Man, invisibility powers concealing you. After an eternity, Spider-Man called out again, but when he got no response, he sighed and turned, flinging a web toward the building in front of him.
“Good job, Spidey,” You heard him say, “You’re just hearing things. Thanks, Spider-sense, for giving me a heart attack.” He swung away, leaving you in front of the bank, the four bad guys trying to fight their way out of their sticky situation. You sighed, feeling warmth seep into your skin as you switched your invisibility powers off. The sound of the four robbers screaming like little girls when they saw someone suddenly appear out of thin air made you jump and unconsciously switch you invisibility back on, making them scream even louder. You ran toward your place, done with fighting villainy for the night.
note: here’s the anticipated chapter 8 of bad habits! i hope everyone is having a good day! i haven’t slept in two days and i have no idea why but i’m running on coffee and it’s been lit (not really) if there’s a mistake in here, I’m sorry but my mind is like this atm; akjsdfkjdskjfdsgfhksk. anyways, happy reading and take care! -admin
The clouds were dark, creating a gloomy mood over the city. With my head rested on my hand, I watched the rain fall from the sky and hit the windows of the library. I should be focusing on my studies but, the weather outside made my mind doze off. With countless of things to catch up on, I regretted staying at the boys house for so long. However, the only reason why I stayed was because of one person; Jaebum. I truly believed that he had feelings for me and I was a fool for thinking that way. After seeing him with Aimee, I realized Jaebum would always and will remain as a liar. He may be a great leader but sometimes, he needs to keep his arrogance in check.
“Miss, the library is closing early today because of an event happening later on. Sorry for interrupting your work.” The lady said as she tapped my shoulder, snapping me back into reality.
Ode To Sleep - sitting in the backseat of a car silently while your friends are laughing and talking in the front. The road lights flash into the car, and faint music is coming from the radio. You begin to wonder if anyone has really helped you in your life, or if it was all your strength. Holding Onto You - Sitting on the roof of your car at night, wishing there was someone lying next to you to point out the stars. You begin to realize how small you really are.
Migraine - At the water park with your friends, but not being able to get into it because something is off in your brain. You just can’t seem to have fun.
House Of Gold - sitting in the corner at a family reunion, knowing you love everyone around you, but feeling lost in all the bustle.
Car Radio - sitting cross-legged on your bed, staring at your phone and waiting for someone to text you so you don’t appear annoying to them. Wishing someone would invite you out.
Semi-Automatic - laying under the covers, tears streaming down your face because you just got in a huge fight with your family. It’s a nice day outside, and you want to be anywhere but this house.
Screen - being in a room full of people you desperately want to fit in with, but knowing they all see right past you.
The Run and Go - sitting in the bathroom with your back against the wall, tears streaming down your face, desperately hoping no one knocks on the door.
Fake You Out - sitting with your head in your hands in the bathroom at your friend’s skating birthday party. Obnoxious party music is playing outside, but sounds muffled through the walls.
Guns For Hands - watching the sun rising through the window, and feeling like you can’t face the day ahead. Wishing someone would ask you if you’re alright.
Trees - a moment of panic when you realize you think so differently from everyone else. wishing someone could understand.
Truce - the words of someone finally reaching out. A moment of not being alone.
Summary: You and Dean do NOT get along. Until the night that you do.
Warning: smut, anger sex
Word Count: 3200
A/N: Hope y’all enjoy some Dean smut! XOXO
There are two things in the world you really hate: plaid and Dean Winchester.
There are plenty of things that you don’t like, that irritate and annoy you, that you’d rather not deal with. But those are the only two things you actively hate. A store with a window display of plaid clothing is enough to get your blood boiling these days. And Dean? Well, you make sure you never think of Dean. That just tailspins your world into a mess of violent anger for days before it wears off.
So the fact that you are currently wearing one of Dean Winchester’s plaid shirts, listening to him hum along with the radio as he drives you to his motel?
“I have pulled dead, mangled bodies from cars. I have lied to people as they were dying. I said you are going to be fine as I held their hand and watched the life fade out. I have held dying babies. Bought lunch for people who were mentally ill and haven’t eaten in a while. I have had people try to stab me. Fought with men trying to shoot me. Ben attacked by women who have had the shit kicked out of them by their husband as I was arresting him. I have held towels on bullet wounds. Done CPR when I knew it wouldn’t help just to make family members feel better. I have torn down doors, fought in drug houses. Chased fugitives though the woods. I have been in high speed car chases. Foot chases across an interstate during rush hour traffic. I have been in crashes. Been squeezing the trigger about to kill a man when they came to their senses and stopped. Waded through large angry crowds by myself. Drove like a mad man to help a fellow officer. Let little kids who don’t have much sit in my patrol car and pretend they are a cop for their birthday. I have taken a lot of people to jail. Given many breaks. Prayed for people I don’t even know. Yes and at times I have been violent when I had to be. I have been kind when I could. I admit I have drove to some dark place and cried by myself when I was overwhelmed. I have missed Christmas and other holidays more than I wanted too. Every cop I know has done all these things and more for lousy pay, suckie hours and a short life expectancy. We don’t want your pity, I don’t care for your respect. Just let us do our jobs without killing us.”
You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.
You also took care of Jung Hoseok, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.
You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.
No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.
At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.
“Come ride me,” Hoseok demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.
He doesn’t have nearly so many since he’s eased into this cozy, domestic era of his hunting career, where “big bads” are predominantly a thing of the past and the most he has to worry about us the occasional wendigo, but he still has them.
They used to be of hell, of flesh being flayed from his body with razor-sharp cleavers and limbs being ripped from their sockets, but the more time passed, the more hell in and of itself seemed like a very lucid, very horrible dream. It didn’t seem possible anymore that those things could have happened to him, tortures beyond torture, desecration to his very soul, though of course, he knew they had.
These days, what he dreams about most is Cas.
So many times he’d thought he was gone for good. So many times he’d knelt over his body, cupped his cold face in his hands, watched him explode before his very eyes, and each time it felt as though Dean’s soul had been hollowed out with a spoon.
There’d been a time when he could have lived without Cas, but now, that time seems like a distant memory.
He rarely remembers the dreams in detail: just disjointed flashes of things that had been, of sudden explosions of blood, of black goo oozing from every orifice.
Tonight it was the white light of his true form pouring from his eyes and mouth, terrifying and other worldly and final. It was his limp body collapsing on the ground, wings emblazoned on either side, like a confirmation stamp of his demise.
It was pure dread filling Dean’s heart, painful as though his very blood had turned to slushy ice, welling up and spilling over until he couldn’t help but start to cry.
As always, he awoke to warm, gentle hands on his shoulders, shaking him gently.
“Dean. Dean! Wake up, it’s alright. It’s only a dream.”
Dean’s still crying, the feeling of hollowness lingering as he instinctively moves closer to the warm body beside him, letting strong arms wrap around him and pull him close.
“You are dreaming, Dean. It’s alright, Dean. You’re alright.”
“Thought I…lost you again,” Dean sobs into the soft cotton of his undershirt. “…Thought I lost you.”
There’s a brief pause, and then, “…I know, Dean.” Lips press a soft kiss to the top of his head, a gentle confirmation of his presence. “It’s alright, I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
Dean wants so desperately for it to be true. For now, he just lets himself lie there, pathetic and sobbing and shivering, fingers knotted in the cotton tee shirt as though he alone could keep Cas from leaving him again.
Finally, Dean recovers somewhat. His breathing slows enough for Cas to inquire, “Are you alright now, Dean?”
Dean pauses, then hesitantly nods his head. “More’r less,” he mutters, clearing his throat, as though attempting to regain some composure.
There’s a brief pause, before Dean punches Castiel in the arm.
“Ouch,” says Cas, out of politeness. He really doesn’t feel that sort of pain. “Was there some particular reason for that, Dean?”
“Yeah,” Dean mutters, snuggling closer to the warmth of his chest. “You gotta stop dying so damn much. You’re gonna make me old before my time.”
In spite of himself, Cas smiles, pressing another kiss to the top of Dean’s head.
aries venus: explosive. passionate summer love. she don’t even know you, but she loves you taurus venus: stuck stuck stuck. she will love you forever and until the end of time gemini venus: she’s there and then she’s not. a whirlwind of airy love that’s gone as soon as it comes cancer venus: quiet love, warm and encompassing. she makes you feel at home leo venus: passionate and warm love, holding hands watching fireworks. she wants all your affection virgo venus: she’s so careful, give her your love and never let her down libra venus: she’s so alluring. never let her forget you love her and she’ll never leave your side scorpio venus: serious, hard, explosive love. she is your biggest fan sagittarius venus: the love that’s a free spirit. here one day, gone the next, she’s an adventure capricorn venus: forever yours when you break down her walls. marriage material aquarius venus: the lover that’s your best friend. laughing, playful love pisces venus: your loyal, dreamy lover. your storybook baby. don’t break her heart
A snippet of a Klance-ish thing that I might be writing right now with like alien mind-control parasite-eque things.
*flings this into the internet and jumps back into my trash bin*
“Leave Lance alone. Get the fuck out of him, you piece of—“
“Pidge!” He lets out a mocking gasp, a scandalized hand over his
chest. “Watch your language, young
lady!” Shiro has to hold her back from him by the collar, his eyes steely.
“You heard her.”
“Well, seeing as you asked so nicely—“ He breaks off again, laughing
as he ducks to avoid a swing from a fuming Keith. “Okay, now this is just
getting irritating. Here, how about I don’t dodge your next blow? Let’s just
get this over with. Or you, Pidge, care to use that little bayard of yours on
“Go on! Do it! Hurt me, and him
along with me. That’s what you’re threatening to do, right?”
Pidge stutters, uncertainty in her
He smirks. “Exactly. Let’s just end
this little charade and acknowledge who’s really in control here, shall we?” He
takes a step towards Keith’s blade, smile widening as he pulled it away
slightly, the anger on his face being replaced slowly by fear. “I’m as good as
untouchable to you in this body, aren’t I, and I’d just hate it if something were to… happen to it.” He traces a fingernail
down the veins in Lance’s wrist; Hunk looks sick to his stomach. Lance laughs, throwing his head back in a way
that was far too familiar, too friendly, too Lance. Suddenly, he stops, and stares at Shiro like a predator, a
dangerous glint in his eyes. “Lovely. Let’s have a talk, shall we, fearless leader?”