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Chapter One

 There were only a few weeks left of Initiation and Chenille Pyke was ranked number one. She was a quiet girl, in fact, she’d hardly said a word the entire initiation process. She was standing among the other Dauntless born initiates and Eric was watching her at an angle, he’d always watched her. The differences of her now were blinding. He’d known Chenille for almost a decade. She used to be this shy little girl that followed her father around, holding his hand. Eric remembered the first time he met her, he was eighteen and she was nine. Hugo told him to keep an eye on her while he was busy around the compound. Eric had stared at Hugo for a questioningly long moment before he nodded. He’d never dealt with a child before, he hadn’t had any siblings and wasn’t fond of kids but Hugo Pyke was the director of the entire faction and what Hugo wanted Hugo got. Chenille had folded her arms when her father told her Eric would be watching her. She gave him the dirtiest glare a nine year old could. Her eyes like two pieces of coal.

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hi so i had kind of a #day today could you tell me ur fav fluffy domestic anidala headcanons pls i need some fluff in my life

SORRY I TOOK SO LONG ON THIS i just really wanted to do it justice :))) idk whether these are canon universe or modern AUs or both but whatever let’s jump right in askdf

  • anakin does all the cooking and he’s excellent. he’s a Human Disaster in many ways but domestic duties is not one of them. i imagine shmi taught him how to cook from a young age and they had to learn how to make a good meal out of nothing, so give anakin actual high quality food and a high-tech kitchen and he’s a freaking master chef
  • padme, meanwhile, burns water. her parents tried to teach her when she was young but she was more interested in reading and doing schoolwork so they soon gave up. then she spent most of her teenage years in a palace where people cooked for her, and even once she became senator she still had all her handmaidens who could cook and do housework while she was busy with work.
  • (in a modern or canon divergent au, the only time padme ever cooks dinner for them is the evening she tells anakin she’s pregnant because she wants to make the moment extra special. he suspects something’s afoot as soon as he walks through the door and smells something cooking, and even more suspicious when he sees that padme has cooked a meal all by herself and it doesn’t even look toxic)
  • anakin’s very handy and does all the repairs and stuff
  • but padme does all the cleaning because she’s extremely organized and also gets annoyed when things are messy, whereas anakin doesn’t particularly care or even notice
  • she also does the laundry because she knows the exact settings she needs to use for every single article of clothing she has and she is NOT going to risk allowing anakin to do laundry and wreck her clothes, thank you very much

and now here is a domestic ship meme i found to help me out YAY

  • who is the big spoon/little spoon: i mean size-wise it makes sense for anakin to be the big spoon but imagining it the other way around is ridiculously pure plus you KNOW anakin loves being cuddled so i’m gonna say they switch off depending on who wants what
  • what is their favorite non-sexual activity: they love having date nights, whether that be getting all dressed up and going to a fancy restaurant or snuggling on the couch in front of the tv with takeout from dex’s diner. padme teaches anakin to dance so he won’t embarrass himself at the next political function the jedi get invited to. anakin TRIES to teach her how to cook, but it usually ends in them throwing cake batter at each other while the smoke alarm goes off because padme burned their dinner. they like stargazing on the balcony and trying to figure out what all the different stars and planets are. when anakin’s away fighting he always looks up at the sky at night and tries to pinpoint where coruscant is if the planet he’s on is close enough, and padme’s back on coruscant doing the same thing
  • who uses all the hot water in the morning: padme because her showers are like 2938 hours long (her hair is really long and thick and it takes a long time to wash, okay, anakin)
  • what they order from take out: greasy food and blue milkshakes from dex’s
  • what is the most trivial thing they fight over: omg i literally CAN’T think of anything right now but there’s a bunch of other petty domestic squabbles mentioned elsewhere in here so all of that stuff i guess lmao
  • who does most of the cleaning: padme for reasons already stated
  • what has a season pass in their DVR: the 27 different corny romantic holodramas anakin’s obsessed with. padme is most certainly not into them at all, she only watches them to humor anakin, okay, and no, anakin, she definitely was NOT crying during the season finale last week she just had allergies, for the last time
  • who controls the netflix queue: they quickly realize they need to make separate profiles because their queue was getting way too long between padme’s political thrillers and home decorating shows and anakin’s corny romantic holodramas and inspirational sports movies (about podracing of course)
  • who calls up the landlord when the heat’s not working: padme because anakin, being from a desert planet, gets cold VERY easily and she knows it’s better to call the landlord asap than listen to anakin be a giant baby about how cold he is and have to sleep with no blankets because he stole them all
  • who leaves their stuff around: anakin’s always leaving droid parts everywhere, to padme’s eternal annoyance
  • who remembers to buy the milk: anakin since padme neither drinks milk nor needs it to cook things
  • who remembers anniversaries: both. these two are so hopelessly romantic and sappy, they would NEVER forget any anniversary. they keep track of every conceivable type of anniversary (first kiss, first time they said i love you, first time anakin cooked dinner for them, first time they danced together, literally everything) but their wedding anniversary’s the big one obviously and they always try to outdo each other on who can perform the biggest romantic gestures that day

@bungledramblingsofalesbianmind asked “ For Director Sanvers… what about something angsty… like Alex going against an order from Lucy and Maggie trying not to take sides?”

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It was going so well. So well, Maggie thinks as she hangs up on Vasquez and strides across the bullpen. She’d given Alex a key to her apartment maybe a month before she met Lucy. Lucy’d charmed one out of her within weeks of them becoming ‘official’. Maggie ignores the lift, just opened on her partner with the coffee she’d asked him for perched on a fresh case file, and takes the stairs down two at a time.

It’s barely evening, the sky still streaked with blues and purples like a bruise as the setting sun burns the gathering clouds copper. Their third date Lucy drove them out to the desert in an old pickup Maggie hasn’t seen since, loaded up with blankets and beer and a Stevie Nicks CD blasting from the speakers as they rolled towards the setting sun. They sat up half the night in each other’s laps, watching the stars, wishing silently on a comet they didn’t have to go back to the city.

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Given — Chapter 12 Summary

This is for @things-all-love and the lovely anon who asked.

I’ve never done summaries, so bear with me. My comments are in brackets like that: [my comment]. The direct thoughts of the characters are in italic like that: the character’s thought. My translation is sometimes very litteral, I hope it’s not too unpleasant to read.

First scene at the bar

The two strangers praise the group’s live performance, saying things like: “I got goose bumps down to my feet” “Wasn’t the song really awesome?” “The vocalist was really bad at the guitar, but is he a beginner?” “If he’s an amateur, I think he will for sure improve a lot.”

Kaji-san and Haruki are sulking because they aren’t being praised.

Take-chan, the bartender, was extremely impressed by Mafuyu as a vocalist and asks where they found him. But Haruki and Kaji-san just want to toast again and again. Since it’s getting serious, Take-chan asks if they have created social media accounts for their band. But before he can fully answer, Haruki burns himself with his lighter. He worries that he’s burnt his bangs. Kaji-san looks at it and says: “It’s because it has slowly gotten long”. Haruki is flustered so he backs off, and says that he will have to trim the ends later.

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elfsplaining  asked:

For DWC! Dom!Solas "roleplaying" as Fen'harel with Lavellan in front of a Dread Wolf statue. Give me hair pulling, choking, spanking, diiiiirrrrrtttyyyy talk, ALL OF IT. Fuckin go wild with it. I need it

Glimpses: Or the Wolf’s Gonna Blow it Down


Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Solavellan

Warnings: Rough sex, Dom!Solas, choking, spanking, etc. 

Reader discretion advised.

Ellian knew exactly how to test him. She was cunning and quick-witted and always teasing. She’d invite him out on excursions in the field only to spend the entire time flirting and tempting him before pulling back. He wasn’t sure whether she was purposefully taunting him or not, but he was at his limit. What that meant, he wasn’t sure. They’d been physical before, in ways that pushed both of their limits, but somehow he still never had enough.

That morning he’d woken up to her straddling him, one brow raised, and though they’d rolled in the blankets for over an hour the actual sex had to be quick and easy to hide. They weren’t alone, after all.

But they were now. She’d brought him deeper into the forest on a mission to gather rare herbs, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off that perfect round of her ass shifting with every step. When she addressed him, turning slightly over her shoulder, he raised an eyebrow and forced his gaze away from her rear. She’d said something, probably. “Hm?”

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We’re Gonna Get to Know Each Other... Someday

This is post everything, angst-fest that I think resolves somewhat okay.  But I’m already in love with it so…. Up or downvote away (I’m a reddit kid), and I hope it speaks to a person or two.  Rated General Audiences in AO3 speak.

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Accidents Cause Accidents Pt 2

Word Count: 3234

A/N: so I am making this into a series, even though I have two other series going on but whatever lmao. I hope you enjoy the second part to Accidents cause Accidents, I made this part somewhat low-key but next one is going to be crazy. If you think I should make this a separate book let me know, and also just give me all around feedback! Much love! ️


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  Y/Ns eyes fluttered open, her head pounding and making it hard to even think. She looked around and saw the beanie boy sitting in the chair next to her hospital bed. He seemed to be asleep, but he had a laptop open in his lap. Slowly, she tried to sit up, her head feeling light and the room spinning, but she was determined.

    “Ugh.” she groaned, waking the beanie boy from his sleep.

    “Y/N, what are you doing? Lay back down!” he said, quickly placing his laptop on the chair next to him and rushing over to her side.

    “No, I want to sit up. Laying here makes me feel vulnerable.” she complained.

    “That doesn’t matter, you aren’t. But you’re going to hurt yourself even more if you sit up.” he said sternly, trying to direct her back down into a laying down position.

    “Listen here Beanie, just because we are apparently together doesn’t mean I need you to tell me what I need to do. I am my own independent person and I can take care of myself.” she shot in pure frustration and vulnerability. He slowly backed up, a look of hurt crossing his face.

    “Sorry…” he mumbled, staring down at the ground. Y/N softened up as she watched him sit back down and start to type on his laptop, and she felt her chest hurt.

    “You don’t need to be sorry, I was a bitch. I don’t mean to be, okay? I’m just terrified because I don’t know whats going on or who I am or where I am… I’m scared.” she said, watching the beanie boy. He continued to type on his laptop and he swallowed hard, his face still conveyed hurt.

    “I shouldn’t of snapped at you! You’re the only person who has been here constantly and I appreciate it. As of the moment, you’re the only one who makes me feel anything, and that scares me a little bit too. It feels good though, my heart stops beating for a second when you say my name, and when you’re near it speeds up. I don’t know what I’m feeling, you tell me its love but I don’t even remember what that is or what its supposed to feel like… all I know is that when I look at you, it feels like I know you, and I know who I am and where I am. I feel… safe.” she whispered the last part and started messing with her hands, scared to look at the raven haired boy sitting in a seat across the room. Just then she felt hands on her face and lips on hers, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling which was gone way too soon.

    “I love you.” he said and she smiled up at him.

    “I… I love you too Beanie Boy.” he chuckled and rolled his eyes.

    “I have a name you know, baby girl.” he teased and she giggled.

    “I know, Jughead Jones the Third, I have one too. Y/N….” she trailed off, trying to remember her last name. she furrowed her eyes in concentration.

    “Y/L/N. My beautiful girlfriends beautiful name is Y/N  Y/L/N.” he reminded her, and she nodded her head.

    “Y/N  Y/L/N.” she whispered to herself.

    “You should of had that memorized before you had mine down.” he teased, and she shrugged.

    “Your name was more important to me to learn than my own I guess.” she said and he smiled.

    “Miss Y/L/N, how are you feeling?” Dr. Smith asked, walking into the room. Y/N tensed up, and Jughead noticed, giving her a worried look.

    “I’m tired, and I want to get out of this stupid bed.” she grumbled.

    “I understand. Do you think you’re well enough to talk to Sheriff Keller?” he asked. She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her hands.

    “I guess.” she mumbled.

    “Maybe we should let her rest for a little while longer, she’s been having a tough time, or at least let her go for a walk.” Jughead suggested, and Y/N looked gratefully up at him.

    “I don’t think that’s much of a good idea. Its a miracle she is only suffering from amnesia, a concussion and a few broken ribs from her fall, I would hate to see her fall and hurt herself even more.” Dr. Smith said. “I think it would be better if she stayed here and talked to the sheriff, see if she can remember anything. I don’t know if you remember, but you woke up last night yelling about that day. We had nurses come in to help you and you started to explain things that happened when you fell off the balcony-”

    “I didn’t fall, asshat. I was thrown off.” she growled and Dr. Smith jotted something down.

    “Right, thrown.”

    “What the hell is that supposed to mean? She was thrown, we have witnesses that said it themselves too.”

    “Son, I’m going to have to ask you to leave, you seem to be upsetting my patient and she’s already having a tough time as it is.” Dr. Smith said, looking up from his clipboard.

    “He isn’t the one upsetting me!” Y/N cried, holding onto Jugheads arm.

    “I refuse to leave, she needs me.” Jughead said.  Dr. Smith placed the clipboard on Y/Ns end table and walked towards the beanie clad boy.

    “I really don’t want to have to call security on you. I understand that you want to be here for her, but right now she has things that she needs to do. You can come backtomorrow at opening visiting hour.” he calmly said, and Jugheads face fell.

    “Why tomorrow, its only 10 in the morning now!” he said, and Y/N held onto him tighter.

    “She has a long day ahead of her and you are making her quite rebellious. She doesnt need that right now, she has just lost her memory and doesnt realize how much danger she is in. The last thing i need is one of our star witnesses disappearing, or even worse trying to and getting killed in the process. Now i am not going to ask you again, leave or else i’ll have to call an escort to remove you from the area.” Dr. Smith shot, and Jughead reluctantly nodded his head. He turned to face Y/N and leaned down, kissing her. Y/N felt tears stinging at her eyes and fear settling in her stomach and she watched as anger and sadness washed over Jugheads face.

     "Don’t go!“ Y/N called as Jughead backed up, turning towards the door.

    "Have a good day, Mr. Jones.” Dr. Smith said as he passed.    

    “You too.” Jughead gritted through his teeth




    Jughead opened his eyes slowly, staring off into the darkness. He could of sworn he heard something downstairs, but it stopped so he wasn’t really worried.




    Okay, he couldn’t of imagined that, there was definitely someone at the door downstairs, but who the hell could it be. He slowly got up off his mattress on the ground and stood, stretching. He quietly opened the door, and crept downstairs, looking out of the peephole.    

    “Oh my god!” he yelled, quickly unlocking the door and swinging it open.      

          “Hey there Beanie Boy.” Y/N smiled, and Jughead pulled her into the house.       

        “What the hell are you doing here!” Jughead exclaimed, and Y/Ns face fell.         

     "I hated that place, so I came here.“ she said bluntly. Jughead placed a hand over her forehead and pulled it back quickly.

    "You’re hot!” he said, running his hand through his hair, trying to think of something that would help.

    “You’re not so bad yourself.” Y/N said cheekily, and Jughead rolled his eyes and shook his head.

    “No I mean you’re burning up! How’d you even know I was here?” he asked, rushing off towards the medicine cabinet to grab some ibuprofen.    

    “Its just a little fever Beanie, I’ll be fine. And I’m not quite sure how I found you, I just kind of walked and ended up at this door.” she said shrugging, following him. He rummaged around the medicine cabinet, looking at bottle after bottle.    

    “And you decided to knock?” he asked worriedly. “You could have ended up at the wrong persons house and then you would have gotten hurt. What if there is still people out there after you? You aren’t exactly liked by the serpents at the moment, and night time is when they go out and cause problems. What if they had found you? You would have been killed on the spot!”    

    “Okay! Okay! I get it! I’m sorry, I just figured that you’d be willing to help me. I hated it in there, I’m a sitting duck!’ she yelled, and Fred and Archie ran into the kitchen.    

    "Y/N? What… why are you here?” Fred asked, walking up to the girl, but she slowly backed away.    

    “Don’t worry, that’s my dad.” Archie said, pushing past his dad and slowly walking up to Y/N. “Can I… can I give you a hug?” Archie asked quietly, and Y/N slowly nodded her head.    

    “Well, you don’t make me feel scared so sure.” she said, and Archie wrapped his arms around her.    

    “I was so worried about you!” he said, and Y/N wrapped her arms around him as well.    

    “I’m sorry.” she whispered and Archie pulled back.    

    “Don’t be sorry, its not your fault. You did a good thing and the town is really appreciating of your sacrifice. I’m the one who should be sorry, I should have taken you straight to Sheriff Keller, if I did then maybe this wouldn’t of happened.” he said, hanging his head.    

    “I don’t quite remember what happened or what I did, but I can assure you one thing, you are totally fine. You did nothing wrong, I’m sure you had important stuff to do.” she said, grabbing Archies shoulder. He smiled up at her and nodded.    

    “Well if you ever need anything again, just tell me, okay?” Y/N nodded her head. “Do you remember anything about me?” he asked.    

     "No, not exactly. I don’t remember much about anything, I’m not even sure how I knew to come here.“ she said.    

    "You come here all the time, you have ever since you were little.” Fred said, and Y/N nodded her head. “Archie, Betty, Jughead and you were constantly here, playing outside, causing havoc throughout the house.” Fred laughed to himself. “You four were quite the group, still are.”    

    “Oh. And you are Archie?” she asked, looking towards the red headed boy.    

    “Yup, thats me. Archie Andrews.” he said, a tinge of sadness in his voice, and Y/N caught on.    

    “Whats wrong?” she asked, leaning against the counter.    

    “You still know me so well.” he teased. Jughead handed Y/N a few pills and a glass of water, and she took the medicine.    

    “Stop avoiding the questions Archie, just tell us whats wrong.” he said, wrapping his arm around Y/Ns waist. She quickly tensed up and pulled away slightly, but relaxed after she realized it was Jughead.    

    “Its just weird, having to reintroduce myself to one of my oldest friends. Its kind of sad.” he admitted, and Jughead slowly nodded his head.    

    “I know, its weird having to reintroduce myself to my girlfriend.” he said, and Y/N felt tears sting at her eyes.    

    “I’m sorry.” she whimpered, not handling her two friends looking so sad very well.    

    “Woah, its alright!” Archie said, pulling Y/N into another hug. “This isn’t your fault, im sure you will remember soon enough.” he said, trying to comfort the sad and confused girl. Archie released the girl and yawned. “I’m going to head back to bed. Goodnight guys.” Archie waved and turned for his bedroom, exiting the room.

    “You are welcome to stay here if you would like.” Fred said, giving a small smile. “I’m going to head to bed too, now i already woke up once to a girl in my house, i dont want to wake up again to any strange wrestling, do you understand me?” Fred teased and Jughead rolled his eyes, giving a small smirk.

    “What do you mean strange wrestling?” Y/N asked.

    “Wow, your amnesia made you innocent did it?” Fred joked and Y/N rolled her eyes.

    “No I’m just confused, thats all.” she argued.

    “No ruining your girlfriends innocence, is that understood? I want this to last as long as possible.” Fred said, giving a small laugh.

    “Yeah whatever.” Jughead huffed, and Fred turned to go to bed. Y/N crossed her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes. “What?” He asked.

    “No one ever tells me anything.” she mumbled and Jughead laughed.

    “How would you know?” he joked. “You forgot pretty much everything.” Y/Ns jaw dropped and she glared at him.

    “Oh my god.” she said, turning for the door.

    “Wait, I’m sorry, that was a bit insensitive, I didn’t mean to offend you.” he said, catching the girl in his arms and snuggling his head in the crook of her neck. She tensed up quickly but relaxed again. “You okay?” He asked, his hot breath tickling Y/Ns neck and making her stomach feel warm. She turned and Jughead stood straight, looking worryingly down at his girlfriend. She returned his stare and leaned up, pressing her lips to his.

    “I’m just adjusting to having someone around and touching me.” she said, pulling away slightly and looking into his blue eyes.

    “Do you want me to stop being so handsy?” he asked quietly.

    “Not a chance.” she smirked, placing her hand at the back of his neck, pulling him back down. Their lips melded together, seeming to be perfect puzzle pieces. Jughead lifted Y/N up onto the counter and deepened the kiss. Y/Ns hands went from his neck to his chest, slowly inching their way down his abdomen and pulling him impossibly close. Jughead breathlessly and reluctantly pulled back, earning a whimper from her.

    “If I keep this going, we’re going to start that strange wrestling Fred was talking about, and we’ll both be in trouble.” he said, chuckling. Y/N looked down at him confused, and he laughed. “Don’t worry about it.” he said. Y/N jumped off the counter but right as her feet hit the ground she stumbled, suddenly feeling very dizzy. Jughead caught her quickly and pulled her into his chest.

    “I’m sorry.” she whispered and Jughead shook his head.

    “Don’t be, let’s go lay down, maybe you’ll be better in the morning.” he said. Y/N stood up, trying her best to stand straight and walk but her head was pounding and she stumbled again. Jughead caught her and picked her up bridal style, making his way to the living room.

    “I’m sorry.” she mumbled and Jughead chuckled.

    “You’ve got to stop saying that, you have no faults to be sorry for.” he said, placing her on the couch.

    “Yes I do, you shouldn’t have to take care of me. I should be able to walk and do shit on my own but instead I’m here dizzy and confused.” she rambled.

    “I don’t mind taking care of you baby girl, I’d much rather it was me looking after you than that asshole doctor.” he said, earning a giggle from Y/N.

    “You mean Doctor ShitHead Smith?” she said and Jughead laughed.

    “Yeah, him.”

    “That’s what I’ve been calling him in my head anytime he comes around.” she explained, and he sat down beside her.

    “Did he come in often?” Jughead asked.

    “Well yeah, he was my doctor.” she said, earning a chuckle from Jughead.

    “I’m trying to be serious. What did he do when he came in?” He asked, and she shrugged.

    “Just constantly asked how much I remembered. He got really mad one time because I answered with ‘Well most of what I remember is a jackass doctor asking me the same question every three seconds.’”

    “Wow, I love you so damn much.” Jughead said, laughing.

    “Well I love you too. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Beanie. You’ve helped me so much during this, thank you.” she said, and pulled her into him.

    “You shouldn’t be thanking me,  I can’t help but feel like this is my fault.” he mumbled, intertwining his fingers with hers.

    “What do you mean?” she asked. Jugheads gaze went to their hands, and he felt his words catch in his throat.

    “I couldn’t protect you. I pushed you into a closet at the first sign of danger and I stood in front of you, ready to make sure nothing was to happen to you. I wasn’t scared, I was ready to do whatever it took to make sure no one would hurt you, but I failed. He threw me aside like it was nothing, knocking me out cold for a good 5 minutes and he threw you over the edge. If only I could have…” Jugheads voice cracked and he choked back the tears that were threatening to spill. Y/Ns heart broke at the sight of him like this, and she lifted his jaw so he’d look at her.

    “You tried to protect me Juggie, which is more than anyone else can say. Thank you for that.” she whispered, smiling sweetly and hoping for a smile in return. But instead he shook his head.

    “Exactly, I tried and I failed. I failed at convincing my mom and sister to stay, I failed at getting my dad on track… they-I just fail at helping those I love the most.” he said, his head falling back onto the couch.

    “That’s not true. Look I don’t remember what’s going on with your dad, or why your sister and mother are gone, but there’s one thing I do know;

you have not failed me Jughead. You were knocked unconscious, there was nothing you could do. It’s not your fault that you got thrown, you tried to protect me and for that I am forever grateful. And not only that, but you stayed at the hospital watching over me to make sure nothing else happened. You have been so kind and patient and you’ve helped me so much… you are the farthest thing from a failure in my eyes.” This time when she smiled, Jughead smiled back. She pecked him on the cheek and leaned down, resting her head on his chest.

    “Thank you.” he whispered, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms tightly around her.

    “And thank you. I love you.” Y/N murmured, sleep slowly washing over her body.

    “And I love you.” Jughead felt as sleep took the beautiful (Y/H/C) haired girl laying on him and he cherished this moment. He knew for sure that in the morning the police and hospital were going to be pissed that she was here, but he didn’t want to worry about that. All he wanted to do was spend some quality time with the one person in his life who had never betrayed him, promising to himself that this time if danger would show its ugly face again, which it most undoubtedly would, he’d do whatever it took to protect her.

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New Trainer

Joe’s eyes darted around the gym, taking in the various equipment and people, the movement quick and mixing with the bass of the music playing.

“Can I help you?” His focus snapped to the pretty looking lady sitting at the front counter, smiling kindly up at him.

“Uhm, yeah.” He shuffled forward, offering a shy smile in return, “I’m here to meet my new trainer.”

“Your name?”

“Joe. Joe Sugg.”

“Alright Joe…” He waited as she typed a few things into the computer, his fingers tapping lightly against the counter, “Ah, yes. You’re meeting with Y/N. She’s just finishing with her last appointment, but it should only be another minute or two. Why don’t you just take a seat?”

“Thanks,” He nodded, pushing off the counter and heading to the small cluster of chairs, sitting down in one, his gym bag falling at his feet.

Letting his eyes drift across the gym once again, they fell on a woman around his age, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, a laughing smile on her lips as she patted someone on the shoulder. The two were talking, and the defeated look on the clients face changed to one of determination as the woman spoke, and when they parted, there was a smile on the persons face as well, while the woman walked towards reception, lifting a water bottle to her lips.

“Y/N, your next client is here!” The chirpy receptionist called over to the woman when she came into ear shot, gesturing over to Joe, who fumbled with his bag as he stood.

“Hello,” Y/N walked over to him, “Joe, right?”

“Yup, that’s me.” He stuck his hand out, suddenly feeling awkward.

How was she supposed to become his trainer? She looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly.

“Well,” Her hand fit into his, “Let’s whip you into shape, shall we?” She winked over at him.

By the time their first session had ended, Joe was laying on the floor, his hair sticking to his face with sweat while his chest rose and fell rapidly, his lungs burning for oxygen.

It seemed like every single muscle in his body was protesting, and he actually wasn’t sure if he’d be able to pull himself up and off of the floor to leave the gym.

“How’re you doing?” Y/N asked casually, sitting cross legged beside him, handing over a bottle of water.

“What the hell did you to me?” He wheezed out, propping himself up on his elbows to take a long swig of water.

“Exactly what you signed up for,” She laughed, and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his own face at the sound. “I did warn you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, barely,” He scoffed, remembering the small warning she gave at the beginning of their time.

“I try to warn people,” She cocked her head, her ponytail falling to one side, “But everyone is still surprised by time we finish.”

“Because you don’t look like you’re going to kick someone’s ass, that’s why!”

Her head fell back as she let out another laugh, and Joe couldn’t help but join in, falling onto the floor as his body shook, laughter spilling from his lips.

“Okay,” She said once their laughter had faded into the occasional giggle, “I may be slightly misleading. But not my fault people judge me by how I look.”

“I think it works in your favour,” He turned his head to look up at Y/N, “You start off all innocent, and next thing you know, we’re laying on the floor unable to move.”

“You’ll be fine. Just give it a few sessions. Unless you’d rather switch to another trainer…”

“No,” He finally managed to sit up fully, shaking his head, “I’ll stick with you. I think you’ll be able to get me to actually work out.”

“Damn right I will.” She winked once again. “Now come on, get up, you need to stretch.”

“Do I have to?” He whined, following her in standing.

“Yes, or you’re going to be incredibly sore tomorrow.”

“I already am going to be.”

“Suck it up, buttercup.”

Letting out another small laugh, Joe began to follow her in stretching, suddenly looking forward to his future training sessions. Because his new trainer was quite intriguing, and he couldn’t wait to work out again already.

If He Hadn’t

A 300ish word drabble for @thetruthofyourdespair​ and her stunning piece of Riza’s back tattoo. I noticed she had long hair and it got me thinking of how things could have gone differently. SLAY ME MORE WITH YOUR ART, SKY. <3

Early sunshine illuminated the highlights of her blonde hair and the tiny hints of golden brown on her long lashes. She had grown out her hair from when they first met, and it strangely suited her – the way it framed her face, accentuating her cheekbones. Roy looked upon her sleeping form, deep breaths in rhythm with the rise and fall of her bare back. The most dangerous back in Amestris due to the markings on her back, a beautifully intricate array that was the brainchild of her father.

He wanted to trace his fingers over the tattoo, not in reverence of the alchemical secrets her back harbored.  It was the beauty of her skin that called to him.
The markings didn’t define her, even when she begged him to burn array beyond recognition.

He almost went through with it too.

Riza stood in front of him with much shorter hair, a cloth in her mouth for the pain that would have followed. In the end, he couldn’t. When his master asked him to look after her, he failed when he found her in Ishval. Again, when his fingers aimed towards her, a snap away from burning the skin off her back.

He lowered his hand. “I can’t.”

She wept thinking of the burden she’d have to carry, the burden she never asked for.

Roy found himself in a predicament that would forever bind him to her. “I can’t burn your back. Not after everything. Be patient with me, let me find a way to erase it.” He put his coat over her exposed back. “You can watch my back and I’ll protect you from yours.”

Their relationship escalated with their climb in rank, and now he watched her sleep, looking up on her unscarred back and wondering how much she would have put herself through if he hadn’t stopped himself.

Monster / Mythic being AU

The fox have another au in her head.

Originally posted by je-suis-ein-pizza

This Au takes place in the dark ages… don’t know if or when i’m gonna write this thing…

Pidge (Katie Holt):

Half Witch.
Her mother was a full blooded witch. When Pidge’s father and brother vanishes (along with Shiro) without any explanation Colleen Holt is blamed for their “deaths” and burned at the stake, Pidge cuts off her hair and runs away from the small town, in order to not get burned at the stake either chased by the towns people who knew she is a witch, she runs into a old forest where the turned werewolf wanders.

Can’t control her powers very well, since her mother never got the chance to teach her properly.


He ran away from an abusive foster home at age 10, he got lost in the big old forest during the night of the full moon and when it rose he found himself hunted by a dark beast and ended up scratched before he managed to escape up in a high tree. when the sun rose up he climbed down in a feverish haze he returned to be treated by the villages doctor, it was called a miracle that he was stilla live and healing so good, the next full moon turned him and he ended up killing all the other children there, the owner of the orphanage and the towns people too, in a wild panic he runs away to find an abandoned cabin in the middle of the dark woods and took it as his home, living alone not wanting to kill anyone again.

Lives alone. Terrified of the full moon so he walks as deep as he can into a tunnelsystem in an old mine and spends the full moon down there to not harm anyone, ever again.



can turn to almost every animal with more or less thought, his favorite form is a bear. He can’t remember who his family was since he often wandered the woods as a bear or flew the skies for as a hawk as long as he can remember.


a child of a water nymph and human

Can control and breath under water like his mother, he had a strong bond with his mother even after her bodies death by a hunter who, she still lives in the water and helps Lance from time to time if he’s in trouble and near water


retired Hunter.

Lost his hand in a hunt gone wrong and was lost for a year, with no memories, has an enchanted prosthetic limb, he’s not sure how he got it, but it moves like it’s his own hand despite the phantom pain that flares up in it from time to time, plagued by Nightmares, and PTSD

He knew Keith back at the orphanage and thought the worst when he found everyone mauled to death, he took up the hunt, to avenge the boy he kind of adopted as his brother.

Allura and Coran:

Allura is a full blooded Vampire from the Altean Clan that’s been around for 10 000 years, while Coran was bitten by Alfor when Allura was young.

The Galra:

The Galra are Full-blooded Werewolves


She’s a witch who uses the evil arts

The Blade of Marmora (They’re bad in this one):

Is a group of hunters, Shiro was part of their group and some don’t take kindly to him surrounding himself with monsters

Her Heart Did Whisper

gift for @prongsno

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I hope you had a wonderful time, and I hope you enjoy the gift. (Summary: Lily really really really really hates James Potter. It’s too bad she ends up on holiday with him).

Rating: K+/T

Word Count: 8715


All Lily wants is a moment of bloody peace. It’s been a day– she spilt a (thankfully cooling) cup of tea down the front of her blouse during breakfast, she walked in on Petunia and Vernon doing something as horrifying as it was unspeakable, she got stuck next to a drunk bloke on the Tube who wanted to break down the results of the Manchester United game in loud and excruciating detail for three stops, she accidentally deleted her carefully curated four-year-old aesthetic blog on Tumblr (they really needed to something about that blasted button), she had hit what felt like a bleak and insurmountable bout of writer’s block on her dissertation, and Mary just texted to say she was running half an hour late….so just, please, peace. It doesn’t seem like a tall order, but it must be because the universe has decided to throw a roadblock at her in the slick-haired pale-faced shape of her former best friend. She sees him at the same time he spots her, making hiding futile, though that doesn’t stop her from trying to slink as low in the leather seat as she possibly can, hoping vainly that her laptop obscures her from view.

It doesn’t work because, well, of course it doesn’t. She’s just considering chucking her peppermint hot chocolate into her face so that she gets unrecognisably burned when she hears a soft: “Is this seat taken?”

“What do you want, Sev?”

To his credit, Severus looks like he’s going to try play it casual for all of three seconds before his thin lips curl petulantly. “I want to talk to you, Lils, we never see each other anymore!”

“You can see me now, can’t you?”


She glowers, cutting him off. “We don’t see each other because I don’t want us to Sev! I’m trying to avoid you.”

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Turn loose the mermaids(Part 10)

Oh boy, you are gonna burn me at stake for this one. Next chapter is gonna be such much angst. 

Sexual Assault TW. It isn’t taken too far, the worst thing happening is a neck bite but better safe than sorry.

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Captain Noir groaned loudly as he stumbled along the hall. Through the drunken haze, he managed to tie two coherent thoughts together and remember just why he didn’t drink more than necessary.

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chris--daae  asked:

Merik + 11?

Sorry for the delay, darling, but here I am. It’s… longer than I expected, but not too much, don’t worry! The prompt was: “You don’t need to protect me”. It’s a Zombie AU (omg), with a Lerouxish Erik and Meg; no graphic violence, just a little dark, of course. (Also, warning: suicide mention.) Thanks to @thinkofaugust, too, and her wonderful corrections. 

I hope you’ll like it!

at the end of all thing.


The grains of soil under her feet burn like summer heat. She can sense them through the leather of her heavy combat boots, like the drips of sweat on the red-hot skin of her neck and brow. Meg pushes a lock of black hair off her frowning  forehead, and wonders for the upteenth time if the face of the man walking by her side melts behind the protection of the black mask. But he would probably prefer it so. Although, through the lens of his twisted humour, it would appear a blunder to him: for once, his face is useful and necessary; for once, his face isn’t painfully different from anybody else’s.
Erik is a dead man walking, and breathing, and speaking in his golden voice; but his sickly sweet smell (it reminds her somehow of the one that had come from her father’s hanged body, and also something else, something sharp, that she would rather not think about) is a shroud that protects them from the real deads. The true danger.

(“My sincere thanks to your stink of decay. It saved our ass on more than one occasion.”
“Thank the drunken god who created me as such, not me.”)

They push forward on the barren uphill ground, and the sunshine is hot enough to fry eggs, leaving scars of light on the withered foliage of bushes and trees. It seems to also fry those, so frail are the roots that create for them that semblance of life.
They don’t know their destination; they only know that they need to run, move, search for abandoned stores where they can spend the night in and stock up (in the depths of creeks and ponds there hide dead things that grab you by your hair, clawing at your skin to eat you whole; and even with a scratch you are screwed, and are left only a handful of hours before the fever turns you into a dead walking body).
Meg pats silently the blade fastened to her belt: with it she has killed her first dead, and even the last.
“We are almost there” Erik states in a whisper cracked by a slight pant. Meg has never asked him how old he is, but he is clearly no youth. And yet he moves with a somehow innatural speed, while he plunges both his daggers into the brains of the deads that stump their way towards them. It’s the ultimate danse macabre.
“It better be.” Meg’s voice is concise and clear: if they find themselves in the middle of nowhere besieged by a horde of deads, they will turn into fresh meat for rotten teeth in a bat of lashes.
Yet, Erik could go away; his smell and his appearance deceive the real deads, that ignore him  him in their belief that he is one of them, whereas Meg’s skin is undeniably alive, youthful, and she is a perfect prey. So, she fights to become Death and not dead, all snarls and clotted blood on the blade of the knife that has become as necessary to her as ballet shoes were a lifetime ago.
Erik has never gone away. He has stayed to guard her like a bony hound or an Angel of Death.
Meg doesn’t know whether to be grateful to him because he is the only reason she is still alive today or not. Riddled with doubt, she keeps quiet.

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soooo I wrote a fluffy thing using one of my favorite words, ‘besitos’, which is Spanish for ‘little kisses’. It’s so innocent and pure and I use it on a daily basis. this also goes out to @lucyrne​, who wanted me to name jealous!soul: the trilogy ‘if you love me let me besitos’ ;] 

summary: Maka’s not the type to take orders, especially when she’s feverish and feeling mischievous. Unless Soul sits on her.

Maka’s fever colors her cheeks a darling shade of pink, puts her out of commission, and makes it impossible for Soul to keep his undying crush under the radar.

He’s devastatingly weak for the pig-tail wearing girl who collects brochures of all the museums they’ve visited and laces her fingers between his when anxiety consumes his mind. Comfort is when she climbs into his bed after gently poking him awake to ask for permission first. Spartoi’s month-long vacation touring South America has flared up a bad case of homesickness, but with Maka’s arm swathed over his side as he dozes off at night, warm breath on his neck, it’s not too different from being in Death City.

The second day they’re in Argentina, however, the tables turn and he’s the one taking on the role of caregiver.

“I’m dying,” she sniffles in a nasally rasp, arm outstretched toward the tissue box. “There’s no hope for me.”

He scoots it closer to her. “You have a cold, Maka. You’re gonna be okay.”

She’s inconsolable. “Call the priest! Death is waiting for me.”

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Caught In A Storm

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 2,161

Song: Hooked On A Feeling

A/N: This is my first time writing a quirky character – bear with me! Hopefully you enjoy it, as I plan to make it into a series. By the way, I would NOT have been able to write this without Fem! She literally had to deal with me writing some of this tipsy, and even dealt with my dancing breaks. So really, let me know if this is all worth it – do you want a part two?

_ _ _ _ _

“It’s just one more day.” Sam shut the Impala door.

“You said that three days ago!” Dean locked the car with a huff.

Sam swung open the door to the precinct. “You were the one who burned the wrong bones!”

Dean rolled his eyes and straightened his suit.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Dean strided towards the front desk.

A man not younger than fifty looked up from a computer that belonged to the last century.

“How can I help you?” He asked.

Sam took out his badge along with Dean.

“FBI?” The old officer furrowed his brows. “What brings you down here?”

“We need any files you have on the Rodriguez case. 1978.” Dean clasped his hands over the desk bar.  

“The FBI wants to know about a homicide case that was solved in the 80’s?”

Sam nodded while Dean looked to the side, then back at the man.

“I’ll pull up the files.” The man said and grabbed a key from his desk before retreating into a room behind his chair that seemed to be full of file cabinets.

Sam leaned an elbow against the bar while Dean looked around the precinct.

“It seems as if the FBI already checked out all the files on the Rodriguez case.” The man, Harvey according to his nametag, informed them.

“Who took them?” Dean raised a brow at Harvey.

“That woman, there.” He pointed towards the swinging door which Sam and Dean immediately sprinted towards.

“Hey!” Dean shouted, “Hey, lady!”

You turned around, gripping the yellow envelope. Two men stood before you.

“Are those the Rodriguez files?” The shorter one began reaching his hand towards them.

You stepped back. “They are.”

“We’re going to need you to hand those over.” He took out his badge. It glinted against the sunlight.

You politely smiled and took yours out as well. You flashed it towards both of them before lifting your hand so it flipped shut before tucking it back into your jacket.

The man exhaled.

“Look,” The taller one began, “We’ve been working on this case for nearly two weeks now and we desperately need those files.” He motioned to the envelope in your hands.

The shorter one was clenching his jaw tight.

“How do you feel about sharing them?” You asked.

“That would be perfect.” The taller one settled. “I’m Sam by the way, and that’s my brother Dean.” He stuck his hand out.

“Y/N.” You shook it.

_ _ _ _ _

Sam and Dean agreed to meet you at the library in a few hours, so you got into your car and drove to your motel.

The cheap FBI suit was beginning to itch and you nearly tore your skirt off. You kicked your heels off and heard them hit against the table leg with a loud thump.

“Finally.” You muttered and slipped on a pair of jeans. You tied your hair back and grabbed a water bottle before sitting down and opening the files. At least you would have a chance to read them over before having to share.

Two hours later you finally finished the stack and looked at the clock. It was shaped like the sun.

“Three?” You shot up from your seat. Shit. You told them you would be there by three. Quickly, you grabbed the envelope, your gun, and car keys before running to the car.

“Fuck!” You shouted and ran back inside. You forgot your shoes, wearing only your kitten covered socks. So, you grabbed your boots and slipped them on before running back out.

Hastily, you shoved the key into the ignition.

It seemed like you couldn’t drive fast enough. You managed to hit every red light and little old lady crossing the street.

_ _ _ _ _

“I knew we should’ve just taken the file and ran.” Dean was sitting on a table, one foot pressed against the floor. People shuffled around the shelves behind him.

“Dean.” Sam threw his brother a bitch-face. “She’s FBI. We aren’t.” He whispered.

Dean exhaled, “She doesn’t know that.” He checked his watch.

“Sorry!” Your voice rang from across the room. Dean looked up.

The librarian gave you a stern glance.

“Sorry!” You whispered loudly to her with wide eyes.

Dean smiled as he watched you stumble through the room. His green eyes locked with yours.

You dropped the envelope onto the table. “I was looking it over before I got here,” You pulled out a chair, “And apparently, there’s no known location for Lara Rodriguez’s bones.”

Sam looked at you.

“Burial site, I mean.”

Sam grabbed a paper from his brother and began to read it.

Dean glanced at you, “Why do you care where the owner was buried?”

“As you know the FBI obviously wants to cover every aspect of th-”

“What are you even looking for in this case?” Dean interrupted.

You swallowed. How could you explain that you were trying to find the Rodriguez bones to burn them before another ghost attack? And then that would mean explaining that you’re fake FBI!

“Y/N?” Dean pushed.

“Listen, every kid who went into that stupid house as a dare never came back out.” You began. The brothers looked at each other.

“But, when I listened to the outgoing calls from these kids, I heard them yelling about some woman in the house. I bet it’s Lara Rodriguez.” You bit your lip and waited for them to answer.

“She’s dead.” Dean said.


Sam looked at Dean.

“Are you by any chance not FBI?” Sam leaned forward.

You smiled.

Dean exhaled, “Thank God.” He pushed the stack of papers away from him.

For the next hour, you filled in the brothers on everything you knew about the case, and they did the same. You had been one step behind them the whole time. They were the ones who burned the bones you wanted to.

“So, where are her actual bones?” You twirled the end of your hair.

“Good question.” Dean stared at you. He slipped off his jacket and revealed a shirt whose material was easily moved by his muscles. You flicked your eyes away.

_ _ _ _ _

The Impala came to life with a satisfying rumble.

“What do you think?” Dean said as he turned on the windshield wipers.

“About?” Sam looked over.


He shrugged, “She seems nice. Why?”

“Just wondering.” Dean reached over for his soda and took a gulp.   

“She smiles all the time.” Sam added, watching his brothers reaction. “And when she was explaining how the case went, she made it sound… fun?”

“Yeah.” Dean nearly cracked a smile. Sam saw his brothers lip twitch upward, and smiled himself.

By the time they got back to the motel, Sam’s eyes were shutting and Dean’s stomach was growling. He parked the car and practically had to push Sam out.

“Goodnight.” Sam said with a yawn as he dropped onto the bed. Dean grabbed his jacket from the chair and shrugged it on before going back outside.

He began walking along the sidewalk to the other side of the motel where he swore he saw a vending machine the day before.

The rain pattered down against his jacket. Not a storm, but a drizzle with thunder that warned of one.

“Goddammit.” Dean heard someone mutter up ahead. He picked up his pace.

“All I wanted was some chips!” He heard, and then banging on glass.

“Chips for my hungry tummy!” Dean laughed to himself as he rounded the corner and saw a hooded figure slamming their palm against the vending machine window.

“Need some help?” Dean leaned against the vending machine.

You looked up once you heard his voice.

“Dean?” You pulled your wet hood off your head. His green eyes were sparkling against his wet lashes.

“Hey?” He sounded surprised. “Y/N?”

“That’s me…” You looked back at the machine, “How much of that did you hear?”

Dean smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Oh, you mean the part about your ‘hungry tummy’? Nope, didn’t hear a thing.” He was smiling wide.

You were positive your entire face was crimson. You began biting on your lip, not sure what to say next.

“Here.” Dean broke the silence. He placed a hand on your shoulder, physically moving you over, before beginning to shake the machine. In one movement the machine tilted over and out came your chips.

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, grabbing the bag. It crinkled in your hand. You shoved it in Dean’s direction.

“Want some?” You asked.

Dean nodded and you opened it. He took one and you watched him crunch into it.

“So,” He started mid-chew. “Are you staying here?”

You grabbed two potato chips and made them into a duck beak, squeezing them open and shut with your fingers. Dean watched, amused.

“Yeah. Room 204.” You said before biting into both chips at once. When he didn’t answer you looked up to find him smiling wide.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He shook his head and took another chip out of the bag.

The rain began to hit harder and you put your hood back on with the only fingers that weren’t covered in chip dust.

Dean’s hair was dripping wet and you laughed as he tried to brush it back, only to splash water everywhere.

“Shit!” You shouted as lightning ripped through the sky. A storm hit with a raging noise.

Dean grabbed your hand and began to run. He had to drag you at first – you froze from the sudden contact.

“My room is right here!” He shouted over the downpour as he ran, dragging you behind. He crammed his key in the lock and shoved you into the room before himself.

Looking between Dean and yourself, sopping wet, a laugh bubbled up from your throat.

Dean pointed at Sam and your hand flew to your mouth.

“Sorry!” You whispered. Sam was sprawled on his bed, his boots still on. When you looked back Dean was beginning to peel his shirt off.

Without noticing, you stared.

“Oh,” Dean began, “Sorry, do you need a shirt?” He walked over to his duffle bag and lifted a shirt. “You’re probably freezing.”

“Nah, I’m cool.” You waited for his reaction.

Dean shook his head and dropped his hand on his bag.

“Very punny.” He looked at you with a wide smile.

You walked over and kicked off your boots. Water leaked out of them onto the carpet.

“I know,” You snatched the shirt from his hand, “I’m very punderful.”

Dean watched as you walked to the bathroom, until you shut the door. Quickly, he slipped out from his jeans and laid them over the chair to dry. Rummaging through his bag, he pulled out a pair of boxers that were crumpled into a ball. He was an excellent packer, after all.

The sink was cold beneath your fingers. With one hand gripping the porcelain, the other was pulling your wet jeans over your ankles. Carefully, you swung them over the shower curtain. Dean’s shirt reached halfway down your thigh.

“It’s kinda like I’m wearing a dress, right?” You whispered to yourself, spinning around in Dean’s shirt.

You opened the door a crack, “Dean?” You whispered. He nearly fell over himself as he ran to the door.

Dean’s eyes roamed over you. “Yes?”

“Can I borrow some socks?” You asked, wiggling your toes.

Dean looked down and held back a smile. Kittens were staring back at him.

“Sure thing.” You followed him back to his duffle, where he rummaged around for what seemed like an hour.

Finally he pulled out a pair and tossed it your way. While you changed your socks Dean walked over to the fridge.

“I should get going.” You said, “Thanks for the clothes, though. I’ll bring them back tom-”

“What?” Dean asked. “It’s freaking pouring out there.”

“I’m just on the other side.” You pointed out, as it didn’t seem like an issue to you.

Dean shut the fridge.

“You’ll freeze out there.”

“I’m freezing in here!” You exclaimed, “I mean seriously, do you even know what a heater is?”

Sam rolled over onto his other side.

Without another word, Dean grabbed one of three pillows on the bed and threw it onto the couch. He took the sheet off the bed and dropped himself onto the couch.

“You’re longer than the damn thing.” You crossed your arms.

Dean shuffled around in his sheet, “You said you’re cold. So I took the couch. The bed has a blanket.”

“Oh, just because I say something you do it? Are you Ella Enchanted?” You whispered at him.

“Ella who?”  Dean’s face contorted.

Sighing, you walked over to the bed. The blanket was scratchy against your skin as you rolled over into it. You swore you felt a spring pop under you, but it was better than Dean’s couch.

“Thank you.” You whispered into the silence.

Dean was already snoring.

(link to part 10 which includes a link to each part up to it)

anonymous asked:

How about some first mistletoe kiss headcannons for the main ships?

Here ya go, doll! Merry Christmas Eve <3

Gency: They’re alone when they share this kind of kiss. Mercy holding the mistletoe above her head with a soft look in her eyes as Genji removes his face mask. It’s soft, and gentle. Each holding the other in a warm embrace as they both are thankful for the beautiful gift in their arms.

WidowReaper: It catches them both by surprise. A stray mistletoe just in the street after their mission. They stare at each other, before silently moving close. Their hands moving across each other’s bodies like a warning before Widowmaker slips his mask off. It’s dangerously beautiful, the slow lethal pressing of lips before placing Reaper’s mask back and walking away like it never happened. They still feel it though, like a sweet poison pressed to their mouths. 

High Justice: McCree doesn’t care who sees their love, he actually likes that the mistletoe was in the common area because he’ll get to show off how much he loves Pharah. He’ll try and be sly about the mistletoe when guiding her towards it but Pharah spots it. Then finally understanding his crazy grin. When they kiss, its as if a fire was ignited with their lips. Their fingers curl through each other’s hair as their passionate for each other lights up the Christmas night. The strength of their love burning through the cold air. 

Time Dragon: He has it placed above her door just as he walks her there at the end of the day. She sees it immediately, and turns to face Hanzo, barely able to resist bouncing up and down. He’s slow and careful as he leans towards her lips, gently holding her cheek. Tracer meets him with a quick movement, throwing her arms around him as both calculated and intensity collide with their kiss. 

BunnyRibbit: It’s a tease, a game, to see who can get the other under mistletoe first. D.va wins, surprising her yobi with a kiss as she grabs his face. Lucio only has a moment to catch her hips and kiss her back with a strong reassurance before she’s giggling and pulling away. Off to find another mistletoe. 

Junkmetra: He’s nervous, and trying not to fidget more than usual. Symmetra watches him carefully, before following his line of sight to the mistletoe held above them in his metallic hand. A quiet, genuine smile rests on her features, causing Junkrat to finally be able to breathe. They lean in, his other arm curling around her lower back as she softly places both hands on his chest. Kissing, order and chaos swirl together as they feel each other’s heat. 

The Beach

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genere: Angst/Slight M rating

Inspiration: The Beach-The Neighborhood

Word count: 3,949

He doesn’t want to memorize the rough design of her lips, chapped from the stale air. He’s reluctant to remember the feel of them on his own; a light scratch at the corner of his mouth, coaxing a groan, low in his throat. He hates the way phantom fingertips that slip down his spine in his sleep feel like hers; hates that he can recognize them by the writer’s callous on the ridge of her middle finger. There’s no end to this torment; the burden of guilt by day and the weight of longing by night.

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Lucifer-The missing piece

Title: The missing piece

Pairings: Lucifer x vessel reader

Word count:1017

Request:Hi! If requests are open (sorry for my boo boo if they’re not) can you do a one-shot LuciferXReader where you are someone who comes from a long line of hunters, but you don’t want to get into the family business, so you make a deal so that there were no such thing as vampires or stuff like that with Satan himself (but he makes it so angels and demons aren’t included) and you were going to sell your soul, but end up selling your body (as a vessel!!) to Luci because Sam won’t let him in? Thanks!

Request:Hi! Me again (Luci-vessel-girl)! So, um, I kind of been thinking about this during History instead of studying, and Luci doesn’t need to end up with me (he could, though), and yes, the hunter is in no way affiliated with the Winchesters, except that I’m a hunter too, and when I made the deal with him, he didn’t want my soul in the first place, and just wanted my vessel because (just thought of this) I was Nick’s niece and he could use me. SO SORRY if this was too specific. YOU’RE AWESOME k by

Blood. Blood. Blood. 

Sighing, you flicked the dead body away, the heavy weight of the vampire made you ache. You wished that the supernatural didn’t exist. You had already lost three innocents. 

The world would be such a better place without any of them. You cleaned up, making sure everything was in order before dragging yourself home. You got in the shower straight away, cleansing yourself of the nightmares that you ensued everyday. 

You flickered through your laptop for a while, searching for a case. Of course…there were loads. You sighed, slamming the screen shut and tossing it beside you. 

You crawled under the warm blanket that you used to believe would keep you safe at night, but now you knew what was learking in the dark. You breathed out, rubbing your tired face, stress overwhelming you as you reached out and turned the lamp off. 

You cuddled into your pillow, shuffling to get comfortable. Your brows arched, knitting together in confusion as you tossed and turned. Something didn’t feel right. You leaned up, flickering your light on as a sharp scream left your mouth. You fell back out of bed, your hand instantly going to your gun. 

‘’U-Uncle Nick?’’You whispered, squinting at the new found light. You got up, brushing and straightening out your clothes. Nick sat on the edge of your bed, but it didn’t feel like him. You face dropped, a glare covering your face. 

‘’Satan..how wonderful’’You groaned, rubbing your face. ‘’What do I owe the pleasure too?’’You sighed, falling back onto the bed. There was no point arguing or trying to get out, this was the devil..you were pretty sure that he could kill you with the click of his fingers so you knew you were dead anyway. 

‘’I came to talk’’He smiled, shrugging innocently. 

‘’Right, because me and Lucifer have daily chats’’You grunted, rolling your orbs. ‘’So…Satan. How did you day go? Do anything interesting?’’You mocked, sarcasm dripping from the edge of your tongue.

‘’I like you’’He chuckled, tapping his fingers together in rhythm. ‘’your sassy’’He smirked, his brows arching. 

‘’So you want something…but you’re in my Uncle’s body… yeah..I don’t think I owe you anything’’You hissed, sitting up and glaring at Satan wearing your Uncle’s meat suit.

‘’Hey, he gave me his vessel in free will’’He defended, his voice soft. 

‘’You took advantage of him, he was vulnerable’’You spat, glaring holes into his damaged skin. 

‘’He was not vulnerable’’He glared.

‘’HE JUST LOST HIS FAMILY!’’You yelled, hitting your arms off the covers. Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes. ‘’Go away’’You muttered, grabbing your hair as you groaned tiredly. 

‘’You seem stressed’’He noted, his eyes flickering over your face. 

‘’Yes, I was hunting freaking vampires’’You growled, taking in a deep breath. ‘’There’s not point though, no matter how many I kill there’s just more and more each day’’You whispered. 

‘’I know a way to get rid of every supernatural creature out there. Minus angels and demons of course’’He chuckled. 

‘’Oh really?’’You grumbled, raising a brow at him. ‘’Why not them? Because you know… you’re such a joy to be around’’.

‘’Because you can’t get rid of the natural order’’He shrugged, ‘’plus…why would I get rid of myself’’He laughed loudly.

‘’But you’d help me get rid of every other?’’You questioned, looking at him with disbelief. 

‘’At a price’’he added quietly, watching your reaction. You laughed bitterly. 

‘’Of course. My soul’’You chuckled manically. ‘’No thanks, Satan’’

‘’But wouldn’t you do that for everybody in the whole world?’’He prodded, you knew he was sly with his words. You knew that he could convince a mouse to buy a cat. ‘’But it wouldn’t be for your soul…’’He trailed off. 

‘’What?’’You asked, unsure of where he was going. 

‘’You are Nick’s niece. You share the same blood… and I need a knew vessel because Sam Winchester is being stubborn’’He joked though you knew he was trying to make the situation seem less harsh and crazy it was, but not even a joke could take the edge off. 

‘’I’m not going to give you a vessel to torture people!’’You cried out, rushing away from him. 

‘’But think about how much pain they caused you’’He whispered, stalking towards you. 



You cried over her body, weeping as you stared at your blood covered hands. You had enough, you wanted it all to end, no matter what the price. So many people had been hurt and destroyed. 

‘’LUCIFER!’’You screamed, your throat burning as you ripped through your vocal chords. The rain pelted against your skin, your hair sticking to your face in stringy strands, your fingertips tingling numb, just like your heart. 

‘’LUCIFER!’’You cried out, screaming into the heavens. Though you should have been screaming down to hell, you were crying to the skies. 

‘’You called?’’A voice chuckled behind you. You turned around quickly, your hair whipping in the wind. You watched him, his eyes flickering over the body. 

‘’I want to be your vessel. I want them all gone!’’You yelled. He eyed you, a smirk growing on his face.

‘’I’m not scared!’’You screamed, sniffling the tears away. ‘’Do it!’’You glared. 

‘’Just say the word’’He whispered, his face inches from yours, not in a romantic way though. 

You waited, everythign falling silent as the wind whipped in your hair, the noisy cars zipping by. 

‘’Yes’’You choked out. You heart began to hammer against your chest as you watched the dead vamp that you had stabbed, disappear. 

‘’My pleasure’’he smirked. A white hot light invaded your vision and then everything turned black.


The cars still zipped by, nobody realising that everything was changing. Your vessel was crouched on the floor, hands bracing against the wet, cold cement. Your head lifted, a evil smirk on your face, eyes cold and glazed over. 

Lucifer slowly got up, limbs cracking painfully as you raised your hand and twirled it in front of your face. 

‘’Hmm..Very nice’’Lucifer chuckled, a sly smirk covering your cracked lips. 

‘’Fits perfectly’’