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I’m so glad i didn’t give up on “Shadowhunters” on the first episode or because of the changes. This series is actually improving and i’m excited about watching it. It seems like they’ll explore Malec more than in the first 3 books and i’m trying to have faith that they’ll do justice to these characters even with the changes they are doing (i still kinda like that in the books Alec is the one asking Magnus out but i’m ok with the series changing it). So i’ll see what happens and hopefully they won’t disappoint me.

anonymous asked:

Are you liking the way freeform and the cast are interpreting the books for the series? i'm kind of disappointed bc i really love the books and the book's story is not the same as the series (i'm sorry for my bad english, it's not my first language)

I noticed this same question was asked on nephilimdaily and I have to say that I agree with Shelby’s answer. I went into the show with an open mind because the creators have always stressed the show is an interpretation. And the unfortunate thing with adaptations is they are never going to perfectly meet everyone’s expectations because everyone imagines the books slightly differently (which is truly the beauty of imagination). Hopefully the show will grow on you and thank you for sharing your thoughts!

- Jen

ivegotkaleidoscopeeyes asked:

Just wanted to say about the Cassandra Clare thing, I didn't know about all the plagiarism stuff until way after I'd read both TMI and TID. I enjoyed the series when I read them (although I'm older now and have read a lot better things) and although I won't now get rid of all her books and suddenly hate stories I once loved, I have lost a lot of respect for her and will not buy any more of her books. But it's great people are calling her out for it and justice is hopefully gonna be done!

When I read the first three books of TMI I had heard whispers of plagiarism but honestly I wasn’t even in the book community at the time so I didn’t put two and two together. However once I started reading them I saw what others were seeing. In my opinion the whole thing wouldn’t have gotten this bad if she had just owned up to it and didn’t have an entitled attitude. The way she treats people made me lose respect for her.

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clois + supercat parallels: first flight, scared of heights

Sweater Weather pt.2

Originally posted by ill-lightyourfiretillmylastday

Pairing: Eric x female!reader
Prompt: Following the events of sweater weather, Eric and the readers relationship becomes tense and they both struggle to come to terms with how they feel
Fandom: Divergent series
Word count: 5282
Warning: Smut, language, unprotected sex (this is fiction people, be safe in real life)

Part 1

A/N: Yay it’s finally done! Sorry for the lateness I just really struggled with this one for some reason. I couldn’t tell if I like where the plot was going or not, I still can’t tell. Anyways, hopefully the Smut makes up for how late it is. This is the first time I’ve written smut and I’m nervous as hell, I can’t tell if it cheesy, or too much, or too little. I hope you guys enjoy, feedback would really mean a lot to me on this one so let me know what you think!


Two weeks had passed since Eric and yours encounter and things where odd between the two of you. You were almost convinced that Eric was bipolar. One second he was all over you hugging and kissing then the next he was acting as if nothing happened. It was confusing and almost like living with two different people. But as more time passed the more closed off he would get only trying to initiate affection every once in awhile when you weren’t paying attention. It was weird and awkward at times and you almost wish that nothing had happened in the first.

You hated it sometimes when at night he would crawl into bed with you, not because you didn’t enjoy being close to him but because you knew that he would be gone when you woke up. The worst part was when he brought girls home sometimes. It had happened before, hell you had walked in on him going at it once but now it was different. Now you couldn’t help the gut-curdling jealousy that would course through you.

You let yourself into the apartment still shivering with how freezing the compound was, thankful that the apartment finally had heat. You took your coat and boots off and made your way into the kitchen. You heard laughter as you neared the doorway. You knew exactly what you were going to see the moment you rounded the corner. You knew you would see Eric and whatever loose girl he found in the pit. You knew he would have that panty dropping smile on his face and that oh so charming tone of voice. You hesitated for a second trying to prepare yourself for the sight, you could already hear the girls obnoxious giggles. Feeling half tempted to turn around the growling of your empty stomach convinced you otherwise.

Upon entering the kitchen, you saw the girl sitting on the counter drinking the fruitiest cocktail you had ever seen. Eric was cooking, which was a shock to you, he must really want to get into the girls pants or, in this case, mini skirt. He turned to glanced at you impassively and the girl looked at you in confusion.

“Oooh, you must be the roommate!” She said, her voice sounding shockingly high pitched. You plastered a polite smile on your face and nodded.

“Yup… That’s me.” She gave another giggle and glanced over to Eric.

“Eric was telling me all about your guys relationship, you seem like such a great friend!” You tried not to flinch at the word friend but that was the reality of it, Eric and you were nothing but friends. Even despite about a week worth of sharing a bed and the heated make out sessions in between. Eric makes it quite clear with the countless girls and his sometimes sour attitude.

You faked a smiled at the girl as she continued to ramble on to Eric about a dream she had the night before. You could feel your IQ dropping the longer she talked and you shook your head. You began to make yourself a sandwich trying your best to just pretend that you weren’t a part of the situation.

You couldn’t help but glance over at Eric who was leaning against the counter a few feet away from you. The look on his face was something between distaste and a plea for help as he ‘listened’ to his date chatter on. You simply rolled your eyes at him, not feeling the least bit of sympathy for him. His date didn’t seem the least bit bothered the fact that he could obviously care less about what she was jabbering about.

You finished making your food and then left the kitchen settling in the living room to eat. You had maybe twenty minutes of peace and quiet before Eric came out of the kitchen and the girl followed after him in her high heels. She had another drink in her hands and she appeared to still be talking.

They settled on the couch and the girl all but sat in his lap, curling up on the couch next to him. You internally groaned and wished that he, at least, had the decency to take her to his room.  You tried to ignore the two as you continued to watch the TV.

The date finally stood up, her skirt having ridden up enough to practically show her entire ass, she excused herself to the ‘little girls room’.

You looked at Eric with an eyebrow raised, “Real winner you got there, buddy.”

He sighed and raked a hand over his face. “She won’t. Stop. Talking.”

“Maybe she is as willing to open her legs as she is her mouth.” You quipped before standing up and dropping your dishes in the sink. It was on your way back to your room that you bumped into the girl on her way back to the living room.

“How do you do it?” She whispered to you.

“Do what?”

“Live with him and not want to constantly jump his bones?” She giggled back as if it was obvious.

“Good night…” Was all you said, painting a false smile on your lips.

She started laughing again. “Oh I see how it is, we’ll try and keep it down.”

“That would be appreciated,” You muttered shortly before slipping into your bedroom and slamming the door in her face.

As it turned out she was a liar, about an hour later as you lounged across your bed you heard her giggling again. You rolled your eyes and prayed that it would stop, and it did, only to be replaced with moaning and the sound of the couch creaking. You groaned and rolled away from the direction of the door, not that it helped.

The girl gradually got louder and you could have sworn that you heard Eric muttering to her. You could feel the nauseating jealousy returning to you, it was like he was just rubbing it in your face that the two of you would never be. After a while, the girl finally lets out a final scream and then it was quiet.

You could hear him kicking her out and you just laid there staring at the ceiling wishing that the jealousy would go away. The sound of the shower starting on the other side of the apartment vibrated through the walls and you tried to push the last few hours since you got home out of your mind.

About an hour later, long after the shower had shut off and sleep started to fog your mind, you heard the sound of your door open. You knew the only person it could be was Eric but you still wished that it would be someone else.

You felt him lay down on the bed and you squeezed your eyes shut just wanting him to disappear.

“Are you asleep?” He muttered quietly.

“Get. Out.” You snapped back.

“…What?” You pushed yourself into a sitting position and turned to face him.

“You heard me, Eric… Get out.” Your voice was stiff.

“Did I do something wrong?” He looked genuinely confused and you wanted to scream.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You shouted he threw his hands up in response.

“You wanna know what you did wrong Eric? You crawled into my bed and kissed me two weeks ago, That’s what you did wrong!” You felt your voice break towards the end of your sentence and you just wished he would make it easy on you. He didn’t, of course, he didn’t.

“Last I checked you were pretty okay with me doing that!” He shouted back.

“Just get out Eric, I’m not doing this with you.” You said sounding exasperated.

“No, I want to know what the issue is!”

“The issue is that you think it’s okay to sleep with me at night and the wake up the next day and bring your date home and fuck her literally about 40 feet away from me! That’s the issue!”

“I’ve brought home girls before and you’ve never cared!” He yelled back and you seriously wondered if he was losing his mind, how could he not see the problem?

“Yeah then I didn’t, but it’s different now…”

“Why… why is it different? Because we are messing around? We aren’t dating ____.” You flinched this time at his words, why did you even bother?

“Yeah I know we aren’t Eric, trust me I know…. Just get out.” You knew for a fact that you sounded weak as you faced away from him but he said nothing. You could hear him turn around, you jumped up and moved towards your drawer.

“Eric?” You heard his footsteps pause, you pulled his shirt out and turned to throw it at him. “Take that with you.”

He caught it and looked down at the fabric with an unreadable expression.

“I thought I told you to keep it…” He said quietly

“You did…” Was all you said softly before settling back into the bed and turning your light off. He left wordlessly after that and you tried to ignore the sadness and anger that still churned inside you.

The next morning neither of you had to work and you tried your best to stay in your room as much as possible but you eventually grew stir crazy and hungry. You made your way to the kitchen the cold air nipping at your face. Eric was in the kitchen when you entered and you tried to ignore him as you put a pot of coffee on.

“I want to talk about it…” He said breaking the silence, you could feel him staring holes into your back.

“There isn’t anything to talk about.” You said back not wanting to have this conversation.

“Yes, there is, what was that last night?” You could tell he wasn’t going to let you off the hook so you just faked a smile as you turned around.

“It was nothing… I don’t know what my issue was okay? Let’s just forget that anything happened.” You said wishing he would stop looking at you with that pensive expression.

He finally sighed and scratched the back of his head unsure of what to do.

“Yeah… I guess that’s fine…” He said still confused.

“Awesome…” You said in a fake tone of happiness.

“Is it okay if Lindsey comes over tonight?” He said hesitantly.

“Who?” You asked with a frown.

“You know Lindsey…. The blond?” He said trying to jog your memory.

“The one from last night?”

“Yeah, her.”

“Wow a second date, things must be getting serious.” You teased trying to hide your hurt feelings. He made a noise of distaste at that.

“Yeah no problem, Eric… I think I’m going to crash at Zeke’s place tonight anyways..” You said, turning your attention to the coffee brewing.

“You don’t have to do that…” He commented.

“I know.” You assured before disappearing into your room for the rest of the day before going over to Zeke and Uriah’s apartment.


Things were different between you and Eric, you didn’t want to face him half the time and you knew he could sense something was wrong. But that was the issue, as smart as Eric could be, he was a total idiot when it came to romance or relationships or whatever it was that was going on between you two. All he knew how to do was hook up and then move on the next girl.

It was around day three of you and Eric all but avoiding each other that you were approached by a coworker while typing away at your desk. He was friendly, a little too much for your liking but still, after the shitty few day you had been having it was nice to chat with him. It was near the end of your conversation that he asked you out. You had seen it coming honestly, he had asked a few times before and you always denied.

But in that moment as you thought about the weirdness that surrounded you and your roommate you couldn’t help but say yes. You ended up going on a few dates with him. He was a sweet guy, but there was just something wrong.

It was the fact that he wasn’t Eric, that’s what was wrong. He was too sweet and caring, to concerned about your well being. His sense of humor wasn’t sadistic or cruel, his morals, actually the fact that he had a solid set of morals just proved that.

His hair wasn’t the right shade of blond and his eyes weren’t shockingly gray, his body type was less stocky and more lean. Everything about him was a constant reminder of what, better yet who, slipped through your fingers. You knew it was wrong to lead him on but he was the perfect distraction at times.

It was Friday night and you wandered around the empty apartment getting ready for a date. You didn’t want to go but you didn’t want to stay in the apartment either, especially after Eric had announced that Lindsey was coming over yet again. Eric was currently nowhere to be seen and you couldn’t tell if that made you fell relieved or sad.

You had no idea where he was and you tried to push any and every thought of him out of your head as you slipped on some jewelry. You were about to settle on the couch and wait when you heard a knock on the door. Your date stood on the other side with a small bouquet of flowers, you plastered yet another fake smile as you let him in. You took the bundle of flowers from him, trying your best to not grimace at his sickeningly sweet smile.

The two of you were supposed to go out to eat later on but you both settled on the couch for a few minutes, after you put the flowers in a vase.

You don’t really remember what built up to you ending up straddling him as he shoving his tongue down your throat, all conversation having quickly flown out the window.

His lips were too soft, his touch too gentle. He held you as if you were made of glass and you quickly grew irritated deepening the kiss.

The two of you stayed tangled together for a while until you heard the apartment door open and slam shut. You jumped slightly and your dates grip on your ass tightened slightly. You looked over your shoulder to see Eric standing at the door staring at the two of you with an unreadable expression.

“Can I talk to you?” He finally said stiffly.

“Little busy here.” You growled back, agitated.

“Yeah I can tell.” He said sending a pointed glare to the man underneath you.

You glanced back to your date apologetically and you were shocked to see his wide-eyed, nervous gaze.

“That’s your roommate?” His voice sounded shaky as he stared back at Eric fearfully.

“Didn’t I tell you that?”

“You said you lived with an Eric… Not the Eric…” He commented back.

“Right well… I’ll be right back.” You said still shocked by his fear, granted Eric was a scary dude at times but didn’t expect this reaction. You slid off his lap and pretended not to notice the small tent in his pants, Eric, on the other hand, clutched his fist at the sight.

You made your way into the kitchen and Eric followed closely behind you.

“What the fuck was that?!” He hissed at you the moment you were alone.

“What?” You said, confusion written across your face.

“Why is he here?” Eric simply demanded skipping over your question.

“Because we are about to go on a date… What is the issue?” You said regarding him cautiously.

“Really with him?” Eric said with an arched eyebrow,

“Yeah Eric, with him. What the fuck do you care?” You snapped confused to his weird behavior.

“Just think you can do better…” He said casually with a shrug.

“What are you jealous?!” You growled, still confused on what his issue was.  It was only as he clutched his fist at your last question did you realize the situation.

“Oh my god you’re jealous!” You said with a humorless laugh.

“So what if I am?” He snapped back.

“You’re not allowed to be jealous Eric, you said it yourself before, we aren’t dating.” Eric said nothing in reply and simply glared at you.

“Whatever I don’t have time for this.” You quipped brushing past him. You date was still sitting on the couch awkwardly waiting. He smiled as you entered and stood up.

“Hey just let me run to the bathroom then we can go.” You said sweetly. He nodded and then tensed as he looked at something behind you.

You didn’t have to turn to know it was Eric. You glanced back at him and narrowed your eyes.

“Don’t.” Was all you said, you didn’t trust leaving the two men alone. You disappeared into the back of the apartment and prayed Eric wouldn’t do anything stupid.

While you were in the bathroom you heard a small crash followed by the slamming of a door and you were quick to finish and rush out. The living room was empty and you found Eric mixing a drink in the kitchen.

“What did you do!” You bristled upon entering.

“Nothing…”

“Bullshit.” You snapped back, Eric gave you an innocent shrug before returning to his drink.

“I just ‘suggested’ he leave.” He said casually.

“Are you kidding me, Why would you do that?!” He said nothing to you and you felt your anger rise.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out with your little girlfriend or something?” You tried again.

“I was…”

“Then why are you here ruining my night.”

“I broke up with her…” Eric said quietly.

“Why? Did she stop putting out?” You growled trying to pretend that part of you didn’t feel satisfied to hear the news.

“No, that wasn’t the issue…”

“Then what was? You tied to stubbly pry for information.

“She wasn’t the girl I wanted to be with.” You flattered for a second as you realized what he was insinuating.

“Don’t say stuff like that to me, Eric.” You said stiffly before walking out of the kitchen and back into the living room.

It was only in the living Room that you discovered that the crash you had heard was from the vase of flowers being pushed off the table. You sighed as you crouched down and worked on picking up shards of glass.

“You can do better than a guy like him.” You heard Eric repeat softly to you as he watched you clean up the mess you assumed he made.

“Oh yeah? With who, You?” You snapped, not looking at him.

“You can defiantly do better than a guy like me.” his tone was quiet and you almost didn’t hear him.

You didn’t turn around as you worked on cleaning the glass you didn’t want to face him, you couldn’t. So lost in thought and trying to pull yourself away from the situation you didn’t pay any attention to the shards in your hands. You sliced open your pointer finger and you sucked in a sharp gasp of pain, cursing under your breath.

You pushed yourself from the floor and abandoned the mess, your finger wasn’t cut too bad but it just seemed to add to a list of reasons why today sucked. Eric blocked you from entering the kitchen and you groaned in frustration.

“Eric move… please.” You all but whined, you just wanted him to go away.

He gripped your hand and brought the cut up to his mouth. You faked a grimace as he sucked the blood from your fingertip.

“Stop.” You said halfheartedly trying to pull away. You didn’t want him to stop or to let go of you but the longer he held your hand the less angry you felt. You didn’t want to lose that anger because it was the main thing stopping you from completely throwing yourself at him, You didn’t want to set yourself up for heartbreak.

He moved your hand from his face and placed on his cheek. You couldn’t help but run the pad of your thumb over the stubble on his cheeks as you looked up at him.

“You’re going to be the death of me…” You whispered to him looking up into his steel gray eyes, getting lost in them. You couldn’t quite place the look he was giving you but whatever it was made your knees weak and your heart flutter.

He snickered at that leaning forward so that his mouth rested near your ear. “Your one to talk sweetheart.”

His breath tickled your ear and the side of your neck, his movement had caused you to have to move your hand from his cheek. You stilled as he moved his face from the side of your head so that he could face you, still not leaning back.

Before you could push him away or stop yourself from giving into the temptation that was the man before you, You closed the small space in between the two of you.

Your lips connected to his and for a second all you could think about was the feelings of his hands on your hips. You brought your hands back up to cup his cheeks and he tightened his hold on you if that was even possible.

The kiss was soft and slow just like the first on the two of you had shared, but there was something different. There was a fire behind it that compelled you to press your boy even further to his. You groaned as he bit down harshly on you bottom lip demanding access that you gave up willingly. He deepened the kiss and you moaned, earning a chuckle from him somehow. The two of you continued like that until you both ran out of air and he pulled away from your lips focusing on your jaw and neck.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and melted under his harsh nips and kisses.

“Tell me to stop.” He said suddenly, momentarily abandoning your neck to look you dead in the eye.

“What?” You said, disappointed that he stopped.

“Tell me to stop ___.” He whispered again, his voice sounding strained. He leaned back down to the other side of your neck but you could tell he was still waiting for an answer.

“Why would I do that?” You muttered almost cut off by a gasp as he nibbled at the spot right under your ear.

“Because if you don’t, I won’t be able to help myself.” Was all he said in between kisses.

That’s when you fully let go, you couldn’t help it something about his wrecked tone made you want to lose it. He stopped again moving back to look at you, still having not let go. He was waiting for your answer, your protest, something.

“Please don’t stop.” You said softly, arms still wrapped around his neck.

That was all he needed to hear, before you could say anything else he had gripped you and picked you up. You were quick to wrap your legs around his hips as you held on.

“Your room or mine?” You barely heard the question as you looked down at his lust blown pupils.

“I don’t care, just get me to a bed.” You said before leaning down to coat his neck in soft kisses. He groaned at your response and was  quick to carry you away from the living room. You hardly paid attention the where he was taking you and it was only as he threw you onto his bed that you realized his decision.

He looked down at you as you laid on his bed propped up on your elbows, He seemed to be deciding his plan of action at the foot of the bed. It was only until you moved and crawled down the bed toward him that you saw a break in his calculating gaze.

You stood level with him on your knees pulling him by the front of his shirt closer towards the edge of the bed. He said nothing as you untucked his shirt and yanked it over his head, only slightly lifting his arms to help you. He had a few more layers underneath and you were quick to strip him of them until you were meet with his bare chest. You ran your hand down his sculpted chest taking the time to appreciate how built he was up close.

He quirked a small smile at you and leaned in to kiss you again. The two of you battled for dominance this time as things grew more heated. He finally let out a small growl and pushed you back on the bed before crawling after you.

You were more than happy to let him take over after that as he straddle your waist and covered you with his huge form. He was quick to practically rip your sweater off followed by the shirts you had underneath. The cold air bit at your now practically bare chest and you let out a small gasp. He left a small peck on your lips before working his way down.

First kissing at the hollow of your neck as he worked on ridding you of your black bra. He unclasped it with an undeniable ease, a talent that you didn’t want to question, and then moved his lips down past your collarbones.

He kissed between the valley of your breasts and you moan quietly. You snaked your hands down and started to unbutton his pants, you were able to push them down past his ass. You let out another moan as he sucked on one of your nipples, kneading your other breast with one of his hands.

You shoved your hands down the front of his boxers and he flattered for a second, groaning around your nipple which caused you to arch your back.

He switched breast paying equal attention to the other with his mouth and you started to rub his length as best you could with the awkward angle of your wrist. Eric started to move even lower, dragging his mouth, leaving open mouthed kisses down, your torso. It was only as he reached down past your navel did you fully process what he was doing.

He leaned up and undid your pants, yanking them off your legs with ease, your panties were quick to follow.

“No, I need you now…” You wined as he cupped your sex, bending back down.

“What happened to your patients?” He teased, still not moving away.

“Eric please we have plenty of time for that later, I need you now.” You whimpered again as he slid a finger between your folds.

“You’re soaked…” He mumbled, still not moving.

“How about you do something about it?” You challenged. He narrowed his eyes at you and crawled back up the bed so he was hovering over you. The moment you could reach, you rubbed at the tent in his boxers briefs and you saw his defiance flatter for a second. He had lost his pants somewhere along the way.

He kissed you again but still made no motion to give you want.

“Eric…” You begged again, reaching both hands down to finally just pull the material off his waist and out of your way slightly. You struggled for a second and he stopped to laugh at you. You faked a glare at him and pinched his side slightly.

“Stop laughing.” You growled, growing impatient.

He yanked them off with ease and you took a second to take in his large size. He snorted at your reaction, probably enjoying the ego boost, and a teasing smirk make its was across his face.

“What’s the matter?” He whispered to you, leaning down near your ear.

You took advantage of his closeness and ground your hips into his, earning a small moan. He finally grabbed your hips and aligned himself, pushing in before you could process what he was doing.

“Thanks for the warning.” You quipped in between moans as he gave you a second to adjust.

“Stop talking.” He murmured into your neck before he started thrusting into you. His pace was relentless and you entangled your hands in his hair, pulling slightly.

He buried his face in your neck, leaving countless hickies and love bites. You were like putty in his hands, falling apart with every thrust that brought you closer to the edge.

You couldn’t help but moan his name over and over like a prayer and he mumbled into your neck about how good it felt. You felt your climax coming fast as you pulled harder at his hair, raking your nails down his back. You could tell he was close too, as you started to notice how erratic some of his thrust were becoming.

It was when he finally moaned out your name that you lost it, your orgasm hitting you white hot. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you gripped him tightly. He moaned even louder as he felt you cum under him, following not long after with a few more final thrust.

He still moved inside of you as the two of you rode out the waves of your orgasm. Your skin felt like it was on fire and he finally stopped, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

The two of you untangles your limbs from one another and he pulled out of you rolling onto the bed next to you. It was silent for a few minutes as you both caught your breath, before you finally let out a small laugh.

“What?” He muttered next to you, turning his head to face you.

“I can’t believe we did that.” You groaned rubbing your hands over your face, still laughing.

Eric moved so that he rest one hand underneath his head and the other stretched onto your side. It to a second for you to realize that he was offering for you to cuddle up next to him. You pressed your body to his ignoring the fact that you were both gross and sticky. You used his bicep as a pillow and he angles the rest of his arm so that it hugged you.

“What now?” You mumbled into his side.

“Round two?” He suggested. You rolled your eyes and laughed into his side.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Eric.” You repeated your voice just above a whisper, he simply leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

The two of you ended falling asleep like that and when you woke up the next morning Eric was still there pressed against you. The both you skipped work that day and just enjoyed being together. You had not a simple doubt in your mind that Eric could very well shatter your heart into a million pieces, but until he figured out how you were going to just enjoy calling him yours.

iKON “Fuck it” Series: Junhoe

So this is the first of my iKON series inspired by this post.  I took the most requested person to do first, Junhoe. Hopefully you guys like it! It was fun to write. Thank you so much for all the requests! Send an ask if you want to vote for which member I should write about next. Also, go easy on me, I don’t usually write scenarios…

Warnings: It’s smut, so there’s sex. Also angst… and swearing. 

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Gasoline

hey guys! This is the first one shot in my series based on Badlands (still one of my favorite albums)! This is going to be an anthology of sorts; not every single one shot is gonna be Supernatural, but you can request songs/characters if you want! I’m open to anything from the following fandoms: Supernatural, Teen Wolf, The Vampire Diaries, Grey’s Anatomy, American Horror Story, and Pretty Little Liars! I’m (hopefully) going to be doing quite a few series like this, with different albums, which you can always request!

GIF CREDIT: x

Warnings: mention of panic attacks, lots of blood, violence, hallucinations

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (bc I’m sam trash)

Word count: 2,182

Listen to the song HERE!

She wailed in pain, her hand pressed to her sliced side. The blood was seeping out from the deep wound, overflowing over her fingertips, deep, warm crimson pooling around her. The girl had fallen to the floor, struggling to stay awake. “Son of a bitch!” She screamed. It hurt. It hurt like hell. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t gotten hurt on a hunt before, because she had. Broken bones, cuts and slashes and stab wounds. She couldn’t count the amount of times she was forced to stitch herself up, it had become second nature. But it had never been this bad, never. The hell hounds had come, and damn, were they ruthless. So here she lay, clutching her blood stained shirt, the crimson substance dried and spattered all over her face and matted in her hair.

“Dammit,” she heard a voice, but it sounded far away, like she was in a fish bowl. “Hey! Hey, it’s okay.” But it wasn’t okay, because she was dying. You can’t cheat death. It comes for everyone eventually, and she knew that it had been coming. For ten years, she had known.

“I m-made,” she heaved, blood running down her chin. Her teeth were stained red, the metallic taste overwhelming whatever senses she had left. “A d-deal. My mom, she-” her voice was fading out.

“Y/N, dammit!” The tears began flowing freely now, because he knew he couldn’t save her. “Dean!”

“What-” the oldest Winchester brother stepped over the dead creatures, the only light illuminating the run-down warehouse being the moon. “Dammit.”

“She made a deal, Dean,” Sam choked on his words. “She’s gone.”

“I-I love you,” she choked, her eyes shutting, her body numbing. “I will always love you.” She grazed her sticky, crimson fingers over his hand, feeling his skin one last time before she finally succumbed to it all.

Hell was unbearable. The torture, the heat, the never ending days and the even longer nights. She was cut up, sore, dirty; her insides felt rotten from everything she had been through, and when she crawled back up to earth and was met with the face of her favorite angel, she was overwhelmed with relief. “Cas?” Tears started rolling down here face as she pulled him in for a hug, grasping his trench coat and holding on for dear life.

“Hello, Y/N,” his voice was soft, and she instantly felt at ease.

“I wanna see Sam and Dean.” she whispered, looking down.

Soon enough, Castiel and Y/N were at a motel near Omaha, Nebraska, and sure enough, the ‘67 Impala was sitting in the parking lot, looking the same as it always had. It was comforting to know that not much had changed since she left, or so it appeared.

Castiel led her to the room in which the two were staying for the week, and knocked on the door. The girl was practically jumping out of her skin with nerves, but couldn’t wait to see the two brothers again, especially the youngest. She hid behind Cas, afraid of what would happen if Dean saw her first; she wasn’t fond of being soaked in holy water or having salt sticking to her body, so she planned on waiting for Castiel to explain.

However, when the door opened, she couldn’t contain her excitement. She ran for the oldest Winchester, hugging him tightly. Tears ran freely down her cheeks, dampening the man’s shirt, but she didn’t care.

“Y/N?” He asked in astonishment as he pulled away, eyes traveling down her scarred face. She was in bad shape, that was no secret.

“Cas brought me back, just like he brought you back,” she wiped the salt water that was cascading down her face and onto her neck, trying so hard to keep herself in check. She hadn’t seen the boys for seven months, seven long, grueling months downstairs. “It’s me, I’m here.” She smiled widely.

“Dean, what’s-” when his eyes landed on her, he sucked in a breath. It wasn’t her, it couldn’t be. She was dead, and she had been dead for almost a year. The girl covered her mouth with her hand, a sob escaping her split, bloodied lips.

“Oh my gosh, Sammy,” she ran towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him even tighter than Dean. “I missed you.” She stated up at him in adoration, taking in every feature she had missed so much.

“I missed you too,” he couldn’t let her go, couldn’t pull away. Because if he did, she might be gone again. And he wasn’t letting that happen. She looked like hell, literally, and she knew that, too. But none of it mattered.

“You know what I need?” She asked, turning around to face the other boys, still in Sam’s grip. The rest of them looked at her in anticipation.

“Some fries and a milkshake,” she grinned. “But first, I should probably get cleaned up.” She excused herself, making her way to the tiny motel bathroom, dirt and grime covering the white shower. She peeled off her dirt and blood infested clothing, finally looking at her discolored skin. It was brown, dirty, unlike her former self. Her hair was tangled and matted, and she felt like a ghost.

The girl stepped into the shower, turning the water on, scrubbing herself clean. There was an uneasy feeling swirling around in her stomach. It felt like poison in her veins, and she felt dirty no matter how hard she scrubbed. Y/N was about to lather the shampoo in her hair when something hit her.

It hurt. All she felt was white hot pain scorching her insides as the blade was pulled in and out of her stomach. Her skin was blistering, and she was bleeding profusely. She let out a guttural scream, the pain overtaking her,  paralyzing every nerve from her head to her feet.

“Hey,” a soft voice brought her out of her hallucination, or whatever it had been. She realized that she was now splayed out on the floor of the shower, her head pounding in pain. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” It was Sam. He was clutching a towel in his hands, ready to wrap her in it, and his hand was rubbing her naked back soothingly.

“S-Sam, I, I saw it. I saw Hell, it was like I was reliving it,” she cried, covering her eyes with her hands, trying so hard to not lose it, though she knew it was too late. “It was… it was horrible, it was my life for what felt like eternity.”

“I’m here now, and I’m not leaving you,” he wrapped the towel around her shoulders and helped her stand up, stabilizing her when she almost toppled over onto him.

She had changed into clean clothes; the boys had kept her black duffel bag. Sam had to admit that he still kept most of her things. He couldn’t let them go, it was the last piece of her that he had. If he got rid of her beat up copy of Wuthering Heights or her favorite perfume, because it would confirm that fact that she was gone. The black tank top and the dark jeans she always wore seemed larger on her, her form smaller and weaker than it had been before her death. She fashioned her hair into a ponytail and assessed the wounds that still adorned her thin face. She ran a finger over her lips, wincing at the pain of the cracks that were still emitting blood.

The girl saw her boyfriend in the mirror, and turned around to face him. She felt like crying just at the sight of him. She felt his fingers gently tracing the cuts, some healed, some still pink and swelled from the lack of attendance. “I love you,” he whispered, looking straight into her eyes. They were dull, tired. The bags underneath them, once nonexistent, were dark and impossible to miss.

“I love you too,” she sighed, moving her scarred hand to his cheek. “Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

The girl didn’t sleep for weeks. Visions of her time in Hell haunted her every single time she closed her eyes, and she couldn’t stop the panic attacks that always followed. Not even Sam could stop them. Dean had even pulled the Impala over a couple times so she could calm down. It didn’t just haunt Y/N, it hurt everyone else; Sam, Dean, Cas. The way she would cry out and scream for help, the way she was trapped in her own mind. The hallucinations got worse, too. She saw demons in her friends and Lucifer on her shoulder. She couldn’t count how many bottles of liquor she’d thrown at the wall, shattering the glass, scattering the liquid on the tile floors, and denting the wallpapered walls of the various motels they had slept in.

“I’m going insane,” she was gripping her hair with her left hand, feeling as though she would pull it out if someone didn’t stop her. She was clutching a bottle of whiskey in her other, white knuckled, as if it would disappear if she let go. “I don’t even know what’s happening anymore.” Her cuts were finally healing, turning into white scars. The bruises were healing too. She wasn’t gaining any weight, however, and her eyes drooped from the lack of sleep. They had made their way to a small town just outside of Chicago for a case, one that would probably be left unattended until Dean could find someone to help him.

“It changes a person,” she turned towards the man who sat opposite her on the couch. “I didn’t believe it until I was there. Hell messes you up.” She chuckled dryly. “You know, I made the deal because of my mom.” She was fully facing him now, sitting Indian style on the black leather. “It was a kitsune. And it killed her. Stabbed her right in the heart, and my dad and I watched. I was sixteen, and I needed her. So I made a deal, and I never told you about it because… It was just easier. We’ve all lost so much. Isn’t that what this life is about? We’ve given up everything for everyone else, but we never take care of ourselves. You lost your parents and Jess, I lost my brother and had to make a deal with a damn _demon _to save my mother. I wasn’t going to live without her. And so, when I died, she lived. And that was okay, as long as I still got time with her. But Sam, it was excruciating. Nothing but pain, day in and day out. I just want to find every single demon and kill them all. There’s something inside me, this rage. And it scares me so much. It’s like this negative energy coursing through my veins, and it physically hurts me.”

He brought her closer, and she leaned her head on his chest. “I feel crazy.” Her breath caught, the third round of tears that day ready to fall. “Maybe I am.”

“You’re not crazy,” he tucked a strand of greasy hair behind her ear, fingers brushing her cheeks gently. “Nobody blames you. You went to Hell, Y/N. For seven months.” The girl leaned into him, feeling his warmth. She couldn’t stop the tears that began flowing.

“Hello, bitch,” an ominous voice pulled the girl out of Sam’s arms, startling her. He kept a gentle grip on her arm while she looked at the figure in front of her. It was a woman, about her age, with jet black hair. She recognized her, and it terrified her. The woman’s eyes turned black, and Y/N shuddered.

“Go away, please,” she whispered, the tears flowing freely again. “Not real. Not real, definitely not real.” It was a mantra that she had adopted the past weeks, one that seemed to calm her down just a little bit, just enough. _

“Oh, honey,” the demon cackled. “This is not a dream. I’m really here. Good to see you again, by the way.”

The girl turned her head, sheltering herself in Sam’s embrace. “Don’t hurt me, please.” She sobbed out, gripping onto his flannel shirt.

“Sweetie, isn’t that what I’m here for?” She felt the pain, that same white hot pain that had become almost second nature to her. Y/N screamed out in pain, and writhed in the man’s arms. “S-Sam, you have to help me!” She shouted, clawing at his shirt, looking for some kind of safety.

“Hey, hey, baby,” he whispered into her hair. “Look at me, please.” She was afraid to, she feared the demon she would be faced with if she averted her eyes from the darkness. “There’s nothing there, it’s just me.” A tear ran down his cheek. Her condition wasn’t improving, and it hurt him to see her suffering.

The girl finally looked at him, and he leaned down, kissing her gently on the lips. “Please help me,” she whispered. “It hurts.”

“I know, baby,” he kissed her hair. “I know it does.”

Princess Tutu - Which Witch *Preview!*

@trixystix look I sorta figured it out!!! :D 

Making my first AMV! The anime is Princess Tutu, and the song is “Which Witch” by Florence + The Machine. The song fits almost too well, considering how dramatic stuff gets in this series… Hopefully I can find more good scenes to use!

~ Starr

It’s On The House

Summary: Saitama isn’t sure why he is here. Rather, he knows why he he’s here, but isn’t sure why he decided to enter the little cafe instead of just waiting in the park. Or waiting at his editor’s office. Or waiting at home…. you know, somewhere where waiting is free.A coffeeshop AU - because I am trash.

Cross posted to A03 if you prefer…

SO I’ve made the bad life decision to start this little series of fics all around fandom tropes and I had to start with my fav pretty much ever - coffeeshop AU.

No heroes, no evil cyborgs, no robo-dick. I’ve tried to capture how Genos might have been had he not been blown to pieces and his family hideously murdered. So hopefully it’s ok…

This is the first thing I’ve written in a million years - unbeta’d and probably awful but I hope you enjoy!

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So. I’m finally able to upload one of my projects.  It’s a series of 10 posters which are a part of my fictional campaign about typical polish holiday time. Trust me, these are funny and I’ll try to add a description to each of them, hopefully it all will be easier to get then. 

In the end I’m gonna say it was my first time trying pixel art and I know it’s probably not that professional-looking but I liked it a lot and I feel like I wanna get better at it. It was probably the one and only uni task I could used it at but I’m still happy about learning more someday. 

Hope you like it. Hope you don’t mind the long description and even longer post. 

Red Velvet with buttercream and strawberry + blueberry compote filling, decorated with chocolate swirls and mint sprigs

Red Velvet Garnet! The first in my Gem Desserts series! I hope to be able to draw Ghibli level food, and hopefully making desserts for all the gems will help me out!

Be on the lookout for Parfait Amethyst, Cream Puff Pearl, and Strawberry Shortcake Steven in the near future!

I.

No one knows who started it, probably some lovesick teen from the first generation, but everybody knows about it.

There were no trees to engrave on the Ark, so someone decided to make do and take a knife to the metal bulkhead of section fourteen with a heart and a name. A childish act of vandalism that went undiscovered for months, and by then several other love-filled young rebels had added their own declaration of undying devotion, and so on through the years, till the whole wall was covered in scribbles.

Abby wonders if Marcus ever committed to a name.


first day of kabby valentine week =) here’s part 1 of the 7 parts drabble series (for a couple of which i had to stretch those prompts a bit but hopefully you’ll see the themes @kabby-holiday-fun)

anonymous asked:

Have you written something with Sherlock or John masturbating? Alone or together? This is my kink and I love it. Or if not, any reccs? Thank uuuuuu!

I have written a couple ficlets actually. Let me dig them up…

John has a wank in this ficlet. And they both masturbate in this one. (Both links are obviously nsfw.)

I’m also going to be starting a virgin Sherlock smut sunday series, and I have a feeling you might like what I’ve got planned for the first part, which will hopefully be posted this coming Sunday. ;)

Send me your faves.

Are You Going to Keep Recording Or...?

Here’s a little something for the weekend: 

I mentioned a while ago that I’d been hoping to write a series of one-shots titled Are You Going to Keep Recording Or…? based on that infamous line in Cabin Fever. I’m not sure I’ll get around to writing an actual series, but here’s what could either be the first (hopefully) or the only (probably) chapter of it.

UPDATE: now on AO3.

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FINALLY IT IS MIIIIIIINE

I’m SUPER excited for this game, and now I finally have it eeeeeeeek!!! It’s the first English port of a Seiken Densetsu title we’ve gotten since Dawn of Mana and I’m just THRILLED - it’s been what, ten years???

Whoa…. It’s been TEN YEARS…

Hopefully this will help boost the series’ status and draw some new fans to the franchise.

It’s only available on mobile for now but it runs very well! Heck I’m playing it on my iPod touch and it doesn’t lag at all!! The controls are surprisingly easy too, for a touch game.

Darling and Apple!!

So, I figure this can go one of two ways -

1) People freak the freak out and write letters and threats. In which case, the company back peddles into “it was only CPR - Darling isn’t gay, she’s just a hero!”

2) The series gets a huge boost with more views and better selling dolls. Which they hopefully will take as an okay to have a girl couple.

Meh. They may have always just planned to go with the first direction regardless. But I really, really want a toy company like this to have a girl couple.

As a kid, the only reason I had boy dolls was so my girls had a reason to wear the pretty bridal gown. It would have been nice to know they could have just married the best friend they actually spent their time with anyway.

juliaanderson1269 asked:

Is cuckoos three the first story in a series? And where could I access the book? Is it an online thing or can you get it in an actual hard-copy version?

Cuckoos Three will be available here on our tumblr! It’s an online comic. (we hope to make the first update in February)

At a later date, we hope to sell hard-copy versions (with bonus content) as well once there is enough content and hopefully enough interest!