how the hell did i run that far

  • Jack’s battle is more psychological than anything else. The things the world throws at him are mere nuts and bolts compared to his internal struggle.
  • Jack really loves his parents so much and their image haunts him because he thinks he failed them due to not being able to go back to the past.
  • Jack has signs of PTSD. 50 years took a toll on his mental health more than anything. He sees his parents and his village EVERYWHERE.
  • The Daughters of Aku are septuplets. They’re apparently all from the same mother, and I don’t know how the hell did she survive childbirth and still be walking and talking afterwards.
  • Ashi is the only named Daughter of Aku so far. She’s the one in the middle during that shot where they’re running towards the camera. I *KNEW* she had more significance than the others. She used to be the weakest but emerged the strongest at the end of training.
  • Apparently, the Daughters are conditioned to believe that Aku created everything that is good on Earth, and Jack is the one destroying it, and they were also subjected to training from hell, which includes little Ashi getting slapped for making a wrong move, and getting beat up by a hugeass cultist because of looking outside.
This Life

requested: Hi! I read your Tae scenario and loved it! I wanted to request a Jungkook rainy day type of fluff? Lol like he and his gf just stay in on a rainy day and chillax and play around 😃

Genre: fluff 

Word count: 1.7k

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

*squish squeak squish squeak*

Your shoes were sopping wet and the inevitable noise coming from them was agitating you even more as you walked down the hallway to your apartment. You reached into your bag trying to find your key to finally get inside and relax, but the sudden pool of water you felt at the bottom distracted you. “UGH OH MY GOD.” You yelled.

Jungkook was on the other side of the door, sitting on your couch and playing video games. He jumped at the sudden screams coming from outside the apartment and dropped his controller. Gosh he was startled, not many people yell so loud in apartment buildings. His eyes opened wide once recognizing your voice and ran to open the door and check if you were alright. You weren’t one to be so disruptive.

In a matter of seconds after you let out your anger verbally the door in front of you swung open and your boyfriend with wide eyes started questioning you immediately.
          “Y/n! What’s wrong?! Why’d you yell? Why are you soaking wet?!? Did someone do this to you? Why-”
    You let out a sigh as he was speaking. He calmed down and quieted himself. “No, I’m ok Jungkook.” You responded
You stepped forward and he stepped aside to let you into your shared apartment.
          Jungkook, still watching you wanting to know why you were in this state, stood silently. His eyes following your figure as you walked straight into the kitchen and to the sink. First, you took off your shoes. Wet shoes was one of your most hated feelings. After dumping the water out of them you did the same to your purse, after plugging the drain so nothing falls down the pipe.
      Damn. That’s all that was running through Jungkooks mind. How the hell is so much water coming out? He didn’t know that was scientifically possible.
             Finally, you ringed out your hair, bent over the sink so you wouldn’t ruin your wood floors.

“…so?” He questioned

“I wanted to walk to the food market today since we needed more produce and the weather seemed so nice. I was half way there, and you know how far it is, when it started raining so hard. It didn’t even look like it would rain. It’s like the grey clouds appeared out of no where!” You huffed. He went a few seconds without showing response. “It’s raining?” He asked confused.
You walked over to the window and swung open the curtains. He always closed them when he was gaming, it was his cave in a way. “Jungkook, it’s pouring.” He was appalled at the sight of the harsh amount of droplets being let down from the sky.
You proceeded to the bedroom to get changed into dry clothes. And warm ones. You were freezing by now.
He followed you a few feet behind, “yes, I do know how far it is, we always take the subway, why would you walk there baby?”
“I didn’t think it would rain and I wanted to be outside so I didn’t mind the distance..” you sulked and pulled off all your wet clothes clinging to your skin.
Jungkook left you to yourself for privacy while doing so. He yelled down the hall as he was almost back in the living room, “do you want hot tea or anything?”
“No it’s ok babe I’ll make it,” you hollered back.

A few minutes later, you exited your room with your pajamas on… even if it was only 2 pm. The coziest pants you could find and a soft t shirt (which happened to be Jungkooks but he let you claim it as yours a long time ago. He thought it was cute on you) and some fuzzy socks. You boiled the water in the electric kettle on the kitchen counter and made your way to the couch where jungkook continued his game. He was sitting with his legs apart, leaning forward when all of a sudden you blocked his vision and knelt down to make your next action easier. You then scooted in between his legs. There wasn’t much room on the couch between his thighs but you didn’t care because the only thing you wanted right now was the warmth of his body enveloping around your frame. Bringing your knees up to your chest you cozied into his torso and he scooted backward so you would have more room. The contact of soft skin from his lips on the nape of your neck made you even more at ease. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder so you wouldn’t block his view. He nuzzled into your neck once again, not leaving his eyes from the screen. “Who are you playing with” you asked
“Yugyeom, Bam Bam, Tae and Hongbin. Heechul left before you got home.”
“Why don’t you have your headset on then?”
“Because I’m with you y/n. I’m gonna get off once this match ends so I can cuddle my babygirl.” He said and he sent little pecks up to your ear while he was still nuzzled against you.
      Affection like this always made you giggle, it was such a precious thing. And he loved your giggles, so he only continued.

He put down his controller on the cushion next to him and snakes his arms around your stomach to give you a little bear hug. 


“Ahhh,” you frowned. The water was ready to be poured. Why couldn’t it have waited a little longer. You just wanted to stay in your boyfriends arms. “I don’t wanna get up” you whined, “but I really want tea,”
“I have a solution.” He held your waist and guided you to stand up while he did the same. Once standing, he turned you around so you were facing each other, only a few inches apart.

“Jump.” He said
“Jump on me, I’ll carry you over.”

You did as he said, jumping onto his torso, latching your arms around his neck and your legs around his back. Like a piggy back ride, only in front. He place one hand on your lower back and one under your butt for support. As he walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a mug out of the cabinet, he requested, “tell me what to do, you just hang on to me jagi.”
“Yes sir.” You playfully responded to his stern spoken words.
After telling him what tea bags to use, how much honey and milk you liked, he carried the cup of tea back to the living room and you sprung off of him landing on the couch flopping at the impact. He chuckled. “Aww your game ended. Sorry Jungkook.” You said sitting up.
              “It’s alright, I like you better.” He winked. He sat down next to you and put on the TV. Subconiously he raised the glass with your tea and put it to his lips. “Yah!! That’s mine!” You sounded like a little kid. So smol and cute when your angry. You reached for the cup but being the teaser your boyfriend was, he leaned far away from you and held the tea up in the air. There was no way you could reach it. That little meanie always teasing you. “Jungooook-ahh” your voice was raised and eyebrows furrowed. He gave you his signature bunny smile, all his teeth showing.
     You felt the warmth spread through your body. Every time he smiled like that you just fell more in love w him. You forgot all about the tea, only able to remember what a blessing this life was, how much things like this meant to you. How much he meant to you. In only what felt like a second to him you wrapped your arms around him and put your head in his chest. The scent of him made you try to snuggle into his chest more.
                Just a moment ago you were “mad” at him. You had your nose scrunched and you just wanted your tea. Now you couldn’t be closer to him. It psychically wasn’t possible. He was puzzled. But he didn’t mind it. He loved it actually. He softly placed the mug down on the coffee table and leaned back to the right so you two could lay down. He pulled you up closer to his face and you poked your head up to look at him, hands resting on his chest. He was looking back at you.

“Fuck I’m so in love with you.” He cheekily smiled.    “Well it’d kinda be awkward if you didn’t considering we live together.” You teased

He chuckled at your words before responding, “yeah yeah but seriously, I’m so incredibly lucky to have you. I love you y/n. So much.”
“I love you too jungkook.” You softly said back.

He pulled his head up to kiss your forehead before you both put your heads down. His was on the arm rest of the sofa and yours was right under his collarbones. His heart was right under you. You could hear the steady beat of his body and it made your life comfortable. He hand his hands towards the curve of your back and would draw insignificant patterns with his fingers from time to time. It all put you in a trance.
It felt like a dream, and maybe it was, but you didn’t want to wake up from it yet.

             You were tired. Being so tense earlier and walking all that way in the rain exhausted you. Sleepy was how you felt. And sleepy you looked.
“Go to sleep baby” he whispered to you
“Will you meet me in my dreams? I don’t wanna fall asleep yet if I stop getting to look at your face right now.” You said, sounding like a little kid because of your half awake state. You said such cheesy things when tired.
He smiled to himself, “yes. I’ll never leave your side. Now rest my love. Sweet dreams.”

                And with the melody that came naturally through his voice, you closed your eyes, took one last deep inhale, and by the time the last of it was over you were sleeping soundly. And he soon followed you. As your minds connected in dream land your heart beats connected on the couch. Your own essences of time synchronizing, making everything feel more secure and as if your love would never fade away.

         This life. It was made for you two to share. So share it you shall.

The Party part 12/?

L: Oh yeah? I WILL enjoy the rest of the party!!!

L: ugh, stupid Keith, I run all over for like an hour looking for him and this is how he thanks me, Unbelievable 

L: that thing on his face look painful though, how the hell did he manage to get a burn like that? I hope he knows where the burn cream is….

L: Although, even if he did know where it was, it would be hard to bandage an injury like that on your own.

L: (don’t chase after him don’t chase after him don’t chase….)

L: dammit

L: The hell? How’d he manage to get that far, he must of bolted.

Should Have Stayed in Bed

Pairing: Leonard McCoy/Reader

Summary: Reader should have just stayed in bed.

Warning: Swearing, slight mention of blood

Word Count: 914

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit sucky. This is my very first fic, so please be gently.

Thanks for reading! :)

Today was one of those days where you should have just stayed in bed.  

First thing, after waking up, you jammed your foot on the edge of the bathroom door frame.

“Oh, fuck me!” You shouted as you grabbed your injured foot.

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Please Stay Forever With We

Request by @onlythebestfandoms

Hey!! So, I’ve just discovered your blog and holy cheeseballs it’s amazing! It’s just so!!!!! good???? Like holy wow???? How???? Sorry I just got very excited. Could you write something angsty with Patrick (FOB obvs) and Brendon- love triangle? Maybe Brendon is your bf but he’s a total cheater (who can blame him he’s hot af) and Patrick finds out and tells you but you don’t believe him until you find out too and then angst and Patrick becoming your bf maybe? Sorry if it’s too specific. Thanks!!


It’s the middle of September and your college campus was busier than usual. The familiar sound of freshmen moving in was evident outside the door. Right now you are sitting in Patrick’s dorm with your boyfriend Brendon, his arm wrapped around you. You’d been dating for about 9 months and you were completely, madly in love. Patrick on the other hand couldn’t stand Brendon. He hated him and thought he was the biggest douche to ever walk the earth. Sure, he has a history of being a player and never staying long term relationships, but people can change, right? Maybe he just needed to find you to realize that he only needed one person to make him happy.

Patrick is sitting parallel on his roommate’s bed, glaring intently. You knew he would be upset that you brought Brendon but he asked to come along and you couldn’t say no to him. You check the clock on your phone and your heart drops for a moment before you react.

“Shit I’m gonna be late.” You stand up and grab your bag.

“Sorry guys.” You kiss Brendon on the cheek and he smiles in response.

“Bye, Babe. Try not to kill each other.” You smirk and point between Brendon and Patrick, causing the latter to finally crack a smile. You wave then start sprinting to your next lecture.


Brendon and I sit in silence for a few moments, he looks around and drums his fingers on his thighs and I just stare at him. Just his presence in my room pisses me off. He sucks his teeth before finally speaking.

“So…..see any good movies lately?”

“Get out." 


And with that simple exchange, he is out the door in less than 10 seconds.

I sit around being bored for an hour or so before deciding to go grab a coffee from the cafe on campus. It only takes 5 minutes to get there and it’s not as busy as I thought it would be. I order my coffee and sit down at a table in the corner, reading the book I brought.

Soon after I begin reading I hear a familiar laugh that makes me cringe. I look up to see Brendon waltzing in with some giggling brunette on his arm. I immediately become anxious. What the hell is he doing? Did he get amnesia and forget about Y/N? Maybe they were just being friendly.

Then he kissed her. On the lips. In the middle of the coffee shop.

I immediately felt my heartbreak thinking of Y/N. How would she react? I couldn’t bear the thought of her being upset but she needed to know. I couldn’t let him break her heart. I loved her too much to let him do that.

Y/N lives off campus but not far so I start running, my heart pounding against my chest. I finally turn down her street and run up to her door, soaking wet. I don’t even pause for a break before I begin knocking furiously. She opens the door looking at me confusedly.

“Patrick, what the hell? It’s pouring outside, you’re gonna get sick.” She grabs my hand and quickly pulls me inside. I stand, dripping on her floor trying to catch my breath to tell her what I’d seen. She notices the panicked look on my face and begins to get worried.

“Patrick, what’s wrong?” She asks putting a hand on my shoulder.

“I-it’s Brendon.” I pant out.

“What? What about Brendon? Is he okay?” She asks becoming concerned. I just nod.

“H-he’s fine. I just saw him at the coffee shop down the street but, Y/N…..he was….he was with another girl. I-I think he’s cheating on you.”

I didn’t ‘think’, I knew, but I didn’t have the strength to tell Y/N the definitive truth. She drops her hand from my shoulder looking at me angrily.

“Patrick why are you like this? I know you don’t like Brendon but do you really hate him that much? To the point where you would lie just so I would break up with him? God, Patrick. Why can’t you just accept us and be happy for me, you know I really like him!” She yells.

“Yes! I know you really like him which is why I don’t want you to get hurt by him, Y/N! I’m trying to protect you!” I try to reason with her but she won’t have it. Tears start streaming down her face as she points to the door.

“Get out.” She says lowly, turning away from me. The whole point of me telling her was so she wouldn’t get upset but now it seems all I’ve done is made her more upset.

“B-but, Y/N I-”

“GET OUT, PATRICK!” she yells and I shuffle out the front door and back into the pouring rain.

~~Y/N’S POV~~~

You sigh and sit on the couch. You couldn’t believe Patrick would do something like that. You’ve always known Patrick didn’t like Brendon due to his unfaithful history, but you’d never thought he would go this far. He made you do the one thing you didn’t wanna do: choose between him and Brendon. 

You sit for about an hour, not knowing what to do. You flipped through the tv trying to distract yourself from the aching feeling of wanting to call Patrick and apologize, but you couldn’t. You had to put your foot down somewhere and this time, he had crossed the line. You needed someone to take your mind off things so you called Brendon and asked if you could come over. He obviously says yes and In about 30 minutes, you’re knocking on his door. As soon as you see him you burst into tears, and he pulls you into his chest.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without him. Patrick was my best friend.” You sob as he shuts his door, sitting you down on the couch. He pushes a strand of hair out of your face and sushes you, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“It’s okay, I’m sure he’ll come around. The two of you have been through thick and thin together.” He rubs your back as you begin to calm down, enabling you to breathe again. Brendon wipes away the last of your tears as he whispered soothing words in your ear. As he spoke, you couldn’t pay attention to what he was saying because you were too focused on something else. When Brendon wiped your tears away, you could see clearly again which was terrible for him. It exposed the two huge hickies on his neck.

“B-brendon, what are those?” You ask, praying to god they weren’t what you assumed they were.

“What are what?” he asks stroking your hair.

“Wait a second….” you grab his sweatshirt and inhale it deeply.

“This isn’t my perfume! I hate expensive perfumes!” You yell jumping up, his sweatshirt still in hand.

“Babe….Babe listen it’s not what you think…” He says, standing up and coming closer to me. Your eyes well with tears as you realize what’s happening

“Oh really? Because it seems like you’re FUCKING CHEATING ON ME!” With every venemous word, you hit him with the sweatshirt. You throw it down and turning away from him, unable to look him in the eye anymore.

“Oh my god, Patrick was right….” You begin bawling at the realization.

“Y/N, wait-”

“NO! How could you!? You’re a fucking asshole, Brendon Urie. You’re a piece of fucking shit! God, I can’t believe I defended you against Patrick. I guess people really don’t change.“

Before he could get another word in, you storm out the door. Now it’s your turn to walk alone in the rain.  You don’t know where to go at this point or what to do. You wanna go to Patrick’s but he probably hates your guts after the way you treated him. You never should’ve doubted him. You sulk back to your house, shoes and socks soaked, hair and clothes drenched, mascara running down your cheeks. You finally reach your house and your eyes light up when you see none other than Patrick sitting on your door step with his head in his hands.

"Patrick….” he looks up at you with sad eyes and stands.

“Hey, Y/N…look I know you don’t wanna see me right now but-” you cut him off my wrapping your arms arm him and squeezing him tightly, never wanting to let go.

“Patrick, I’m so sorry. I should’ve believed you.” You sob into his shoulders. He rubs your back soothingly.

“So you found out for yourself….” he says solemnly. You nod even though he can’t see it. He grabs your keys out of your pocket and unlocks your door, walking you inside. You plop down on the couch and curl up in his lap.

“I should’ve listened to you, Patrick. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me. I don’t wanna lose you.” You pause, your breath catching in your throat.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N.” You look up at him, staring into his glistening blue eyes.  

“No, Patrick, I need you to stay with me….like forever.”

He ponders for a minute, shocked by your confession. He parts his lips trying to find something to say but falls short of words. Before he can even think of a response you close the gap between your faces and attach your lips to his. He’s taken aback but soon relaxes into the kiss and you smile against his lips. You pull away and he shares a content smile. He looks up as he tries to finally find something to say, the perfect thing, but he shrugs and chuckles, saying the only thing his brain could currently come up with.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for that.”

Imagine the Winchesters teasing Kevin about his crush on you.

“Hey Kevin when you’re done staring at (Y/n) mind reading this and do some work for real?” Dean’s voice made Kevin’s head instantly snap in his direction.

His eyes went and a pink rose on his cheeks, hoping you weren’t going to hear them even if you were sitting close to them.

“Dean leave him alone. He’s perfectly allowed to stare and daydream about the girl he likes anyway” a snicker left Sam’s lips as Dean chuckled along with him.

Kevin’s eyes widened even more. Just when he thought Sam was going to defend him and not let him be the victim of Dean’s teasing.

“Yeah but just be careful cause you’re gonna burn a whole through her head” he laughed and Kevin only glared at him.

“Dean” he grumbled.

“No, no I think Dean’s right on that one. Sides you will probably make a fool of yourself if you daydream about her and she catches you”

Kevin glared at Sam as he and Dean both laughed.

“Daydreaming or maybe something else” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Sam and they both laughed more.

“Ew Dean how did you think about that?”

“What- as if you think he doesn’t have those kind of thoughts about her?” Dean grinned “I mean I can practically see it”

“Though we’ll have to stay as far away as possible”

“Ewww yes. No, no I’m not gonna let them stay in the bunker if they do that. I sure as hell don’t want to run in on that” Dean made a face as Kevin tried to steal glances at you to make sure you were not listening to any of what they said.

“Guys, enough” he hissed at them.

“What Kevin? Scared we might embarrass you to your girlfriend?” Dean teased with a smirk.

Kevin opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t manage to say much as a book slammed on the table.

“You’re more embarrassing yourself than him. Sides who said I don’t daydream about him when he’s not looking huh?” you snapped and Kevin’s eyes surely went wide.

“Besides if we want to talk about embarrassing things you boys have a lot to hide so you wouldn’t like me to speak”

Silence met your words as all three stared at you frozen.

“Good.” you nodded your head.

“Now-” you sat back on your chair “- why don’t you two do some actual work?” you shot at the Winchesters whose heads immediately bowed down.

You looked at Kevin who still was frozen, a small smile forming on your lips as you winked at him.

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(Photo by Jordan Strauss)


Since the released logline for this film is so vague, and the photos from the film shoot last month were so crazy, I decided to dig around to see if I could find out some more about this film’s plot. (I mean - amongst other things - why is Oscar so clean-shaven and also looking like a bearded mountain man in the same film?) I found an interesting review of the screenplay, so if you don’t want to know anything further about this film before it is released, stop reading now. (SPOILERS BELOW)

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We Miss You **Skate Imagine**

Having two children isn’t easy for any mother, but having a rapper husband doesn’t make things better. You and Skate had two beautiful children. Chanel, who was the oldest, and Tristen. When Chanel was born, Skate was very active throughout the pregnancy, it seemed like he never left your side. Once you guys were sure that Chanel was semi independent, you guys had Tristen. Skate wasn’t there as much you would have wanted him to be. You felt alone and, sometimes, helpless.

Skate had just finished up touring, and it seemed like he headed directly to the studio. The late nights and early mornings became a lot more frequent. You truly don’t feel like you could miss anyone more than you miss Skate. Today, you decided to take the children for a surprise visit to see their dad. You shoot Swazz a text letting him know not to have any weed around. You would’ve texted Skate but you doubt he would even answer.

“Chanel please hurry up and put on your shoes.” You say helping Tristen with his own shoes.

“Mama I am. I just wanna see daddy.” You walk up to your five year old and give her a big hug.

“Ugh baby we all do. Now hurry before daddy gets too busy.”

Once you were sure you had everything together, you loaded up the car and headed to the studio. For some reason you found yourself nervous. All of those nerves flew out of the window when you guys pulled up to the huge building. Walking inside, all you had to do was flash your ID to the receptionist. When you get into the elevator, you daughter pushes the button for the floor you needed.

“You must be really excited bub.” You say grabbing Chanel’s hand.

“Yeah mama I wanna see my daddy.” You just look down and smile at her.

Getting off of the elevator, you have to take a mental breath before going into the room. Once you are in the room, you see your husband inside of the booth. You smiled at the thought if him doing what he loves. Once you guys make eye contact, he tell the producer to kill the beat.

“Ah look at my babies.” He says picking up Tristen and Chanel. “You guys are getting so much bigger. How are you treating mama Chanel?”

“Good daddy. I made you something. ” She pulls a drawing she made at school out of her pocket.

“Oh my Goodness baby that’s so pretty. How about you and your brother go see Uncle Swazz? He told me he misses you guys a lot. ”

“Okay dada.” Chanel runs over with her little brother, and sits in Swazz’s lap.

“Well aren’t you awfully quiet. What’s up ma?” Skate says taking your hand. You look at your hands tangled for a moment, and gently pull away.

“Nothing Skate. I just bought the kids to see you today, because I want them to at least remember what a father is.”

Skate shifts his position to show that he took offense in your comment.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re here more in the studio than you are at home with your wife and kids. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t care if you’re there for me anymore because I know I can take care of myself, but your kids Skate they need you.”

“So you’re saying you don’t need me, because I’m pretty sure I pay all of the bills around the house?”

“Well Skate that’s your own fault. You said that once I had kids that you would take care of all of the bills. I stopped studying my practice to have two kids that you’re barely there for. ”

“Y/n you’re tripping. I do everything for those kids. I mean just look at the Jay’s of Tristen’s feet. Did you buy those?”

“No I didn’t Skate, but I am the one that’s teaching him how to tie those damn Jay’s. Do you sacrifice sleep, time , and energy to be there for those kids 24 /7? No, all the hell you are giving is money. So keep that money, and shove it far up your-”

“Aye I think that’s enough. The kids are still here.” John says cutting you off.

You look over and see Chanel holding Tristen’s head down. Chanel has little tears running down her face, as she stares back at you and Skate.

“Chanel come say bye to daddy. We need to get you two off to bed.”

“Bye daddy. ” Chanel says hugging Skate’s leg.

“Bye princess. Bye buddy.” He says picking up Tristen.

“We’ll be home, if you even remember where that is.” You say walking out of the door.

You hated nothing more in the world than fighting with Skate. But, with your kids involved you would do absolutely anything. Even if that meant tearing down your marriage.

A New Evil

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Evil cults seem one dimensional and occasionally short-sighted. Burn down the town, appease the Blood God, and move on. I often imagine how a well managed cult with long-term organizational goals would do. The kind of organization that is willing to put in a school so it’s serfs are more productive, or a hospital to increase the surplus population…

Modern evil organizations often win temporary support of the populace by fulfilling basic services and providing security. What if joining the cult was in the material self interest of most people? How would your players wrest the town from the cult when the cult keeps the town safe from the darkness?

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The stretch of packed dirt road that lead out of town had never seemed so foreign. Surrounded by strange beasts and the hordes of undead, or what the townsfolk presumed to be undead, the road looked more a circus than the road that cut out to the miller’s place. For all that, the mayor and the town council held their heads high as they marched toward their uncertain fate. They had come together to arrange the surrender of their town with the head of this unholy congregation; Calamine, the lead negotiator for the Blood God’s Cult.

Few on the council were comfortable with the arrangements, and some were less amenable to their erstwhile hosts that others. The low grumbling of the group was punctuated with points of particular ire from the louder members, even as the Mayor desperately attempted to keep them all alive.

“Traitor,” mumbled the gnome, recognizing the human Calamine for what he was.

“Remove your foul beasts at once,” shouted a thin one, ducking low when eyes turned his way.

“We will never give into your accursed demands,” Calamine found this one particularly entertaining, as it was clear the geriatric mound had not walked here of his own accord, let alone might be able to muster arms. That didn’t keep him from gaining support.

“Yes. He’s right whatever it is you want, you won’t get it!” someone blabbered in a high pitched wail.

Somewhere in this, when their bravado had run cold, the council came to the clear realization that they had little actual power here. Calamine held silent until the realization washed over them fully before he finally spoke.

“The actual question here is what do you want?”

The group in front of him, which had seemed to sway and bob with every breath, paused collectively. This was different.

The cultist representative continued, brusquely, but not unkindly “I want you think about what you really want. What do you strive to do for your people? What is the legacy you want to leave to them?”

Where stunned stillness had been, true silence rushed in, as the motley crew took in Calamine’s questions. The blank quizzical stare from the mayor was encouraging. Their moment of dumbfounded confusion gave Calamine time to dive into the pitch that he’d perfected from town to town over the past decade.

“Let me explain,’ he began, oozing a cool camaraderie that drew the mayor in close, “You all toil in this agrarian economy, and for what? So that raiders, orcs, or whomever can come and take it? When was the last time the Empire actually sent an army out here to help you out?” He calculated his incredulity to perfection, catching the mayor just out of step.

The mayor stumbled for an answer even as people made the count across their fingers and toes, “Ten? Ten. Ten years ago”

“Like I thought,” Calamine continued, “and when was the last time a tax collector came through?”

The geriatric mound glowered, his deep voice booming. “Every year. They come every year at harvest”

Calamine shook his head ruefully,  “And what does that mean? That your money is more important to them than you. I work for a Blood God and even they don’t treat me like that!”

The pause permeated the room, just as Calamine intended. People were starting to think. This was going far too well.

Finally, Calamine broke the tense silence, “I am going to bet that all you really want is a little security in an insecure world,” his tone told them he agreed, “A point of light in the darkness. You want to keep the crops you grow, and not worry about what monster, petty noble, or out of work adventurers are going to come over that hill,” he’d built to the top of the crescendo, now to bring them into the fold.

“And our consortium can offer that to you.”

That damned gnome piped up in back, his thin voice carrying impossibly far across the crowded tent, “You only want power over people’s lives for your dark rituals”

Damn it. There was always someone that asked the question that no one wanted the answer to. Calamine’s predecessors had not made his job easy with their careless destruction of the countryside.

“Those are the cults of old,” he assured them, but when he saw looks of incredulity, he knew he’d need add a touch of honesty, “Sure. Fine. 40 years ago I’ll admit we were running around slicing people up trying to summon demons out of their skulls. And frankly, I am not going to lie to you, there is still some of that. We are a blood cult.” How in the hell did these people think they had gotten this far anyway? He continued blithely, “That is, as it were, what we do. However, we have evolved. We took a long look at ourselves, and decided that our,” Calamine took a deep breath, “impetuous actions weren’t lining up with our long term strategic goals. We don’t want complete control, we want your support.”

The gnome’s wheezing was faintly audible in the silence.  

Calamine continued, “I suppose we could slaughter your town now, and, sure, that would appease our Dark Gods, but for the long haul, that is poor planning. We have armies, administrators, and people. That means we need supplies, roads, and housing, and we need a population that can support that. Long term. He emphasized his point, clapping the mayor on the back.

“And if you’re going to support us we are going to support you.” With his hand still on the mayor’s shoulder, he turned to look at the crowd, “We offer jobs for your workers, hospitals for your sick, and schools for your children. We want you to grow. When you do well, we do well.

I mean, I don’t want to sound insulting but, do you have any idea what the infant mortality rate or literacy level are around here?”

The mayor slowly formed the words with his mouth, chewing each syllable. “Infant… literacy… level?”

Calamine looked around, making eye contact with the square woman that had sidled forward during his first pitch “Do you even have a school in this place?” His voice dripped with concerned sincerity.

The mayor shook his head. Several members of the town council were now closely examining the state of their shoes.

Calamine sighed, feigning resignation, and pulled out a sheaf of paper, “Here is our standard contract. Take it home, take it to your advocate, and read it over tonight. Let me know your concerns and I’ll see what I can do. How about we meet for a late noon-meal tomorrow, say first tone?”

The mayor took the contract. Clutching it to his breast, he and the town council shuffled out.

“Fuck that guy,” the gnome muttered as the tent flap swung closed..

The bell tolled three times. Calamine looked up from the papers, weary after hours of negotiations. “You have a problem with paragraph 37?”

The mayor nodded his affirmation, “We feel that the ‘shovel ready’ projects should be constructed with local labor first. Then, and only then, can you open it up to other cult members. Everyone who who is local who wants a job, should be able to get one.”

This was ridiculous. “It has to be contingent on ability,” Calamine explained patiently as if to a child. “How about this though,” he placated, seeing restlessness growing from the council behind the mayor, “We create a training program for locals, and those that pass get first preference. Say a 10 point rating bump when determining qualification?” Not generally a standard offer, but worth it for the size of the town.

The mayor glanced at the rest of the council. Heads bobbed in assent..

“Agreed” he said.

“This is all bullshit,” squeaked the gnome, looking around for anyone in the crowd that might follow his lead. “You’re selling out our people!”

Calamine glared at that shit of a gnome- they were always incorruptible. Something about growing up in a mystic land of fey orgies and gumdrops that made them immune to suffering in the human world. They were idealists to the very core.

Calamine noticed that the mayor was scowling too. Humans, he knew, they were practical, and could be depended upon to act in their own best interest. Mostly.

The mayor started again, ignoring the pest, “Last point. The sacrifices and levies. We think one percent per annum is adequate for your so-called ‘blood god’. Not the five indicated.”

Deep inhale, and pinch between his eyes. “I’ll tell you what,” Calamine said, “I’m tired. So let’s wrap this up. Three percent, and that’s the lowest I can go. You provide the equipment.” That wasn’t true, of course. Calamine was authorized to drop to one percent, but they didn’t need to know that. He saw one of the fat one’s head give a slight bob, so he continued “And,” the nodding stopped.

“I want the gnome. Tied up in a bag.”

A tense pause. The mayor looked back to the council. Nods.

“Deal,” he reached for the pen.

“WHAT?” Came a small shriek from the back. Then a thump, and the sound a small staunch idealist hitting the floor.

“Wait just a second,” Calamine said, pulling out a dagger. “Its got to be in blood.” He shrugged “Some things never change.”

Three Days Grace {Sentence Starters}

  • “I can hardly wait to leave this place.”
  • “I’ll tell you now, you can’t win this.”
  • “How do you stay so strong? How did you hide it all for so long?”
  • “Somebody get me through this nightmare!”
  • “I can’t escape this hell.”
  • “No one will ever change this animal I have become.”
  • “Don’t put your life in someone’s hands.”
  • “How can I take the pain away?”
  • “Once I had the world, but now I’ve got no one.”
  • “Never thought you’d fall so far.”
  • “No one knows I lost my soul long ago.”
  • “I think I’m better off alone.”
  • “If you want to get out alive, run for your life.”
  • “Did you come here to watch me burn?”
  • “It’s hard to walk when you can’t even crawl.”
  • “No matter how hard I try, you’re never satisfied!”
  • “So what if you can see the darkest side of me?”
  • “I hate everything about you! Why do I love you?”
  • “I can see my life flashing before my eyes.”
  • “I will not die. I’ll wait here for you.”
  • “Wake me up. I’m living a nightmare.”
  • “I feel alive when you’re beside me." 
Insecurity | Part Nine (The End)

Originally posted by kookiesforjimin

Genre: Angst

Pairing: smh

Word Count: 1.230

Warnings: lots of swearing

A/N: this is the end guys, I’m sorry you had to wait for so long! tell me what you thought of it and if you want me to start another series or just keep on doing scenarios :)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine (The End) | Epilogue

Taking another deep breath, you let it out. “I thought I was pregnant”, you stopped, taking a look at Yoongi’s irritated face. “From Jungkook.”

Yoongi stared at you for a few seconds, thinking that you must have been joking. There was no way you could have betrayed him that badly. He had done everything for you, had waited for you to finally feel completely comfortable around him before making any further moves and now you basically told him that you threw it all away. That you had fooled around with your ex while Yoongi was being respectful. He had given his all to you and that’s how you repaid him?

When he realized you were being serious, he slowly moved to the front door, opened it and stepped aside. You looked at him in confusion and furrowed your eyebrows.

“What are you doing, Yoongi?”, you asked hesitantly.

“Get out”, his cold voice spoke. “Now.”

Your heart stopped and it seemed as if the room had turned into a freezer, iciness spreading through your body.

“What?”, you asked quietly, not sure you understood what he said. Hoping, you had misunderstood his words.

“Leave (Y/N) or I swear to God I’ll throw you out myself”, he growled and clenched his fists, looking you directly into your eyes. He didn’t even flinch once while saying those words. 

“No”, you shook your head and stiffened on your spot, a shiver running down your spine. “You didn’t even let me explain yet.”

Yoongi let out a sarcastic laugh. “You want to explain yourself? Trust me (Y/N), I know how kids are made, you don’t need to explain that to me.”

His words cut through your heart like a knife, making you flinch and suck in your breath, as he opened the door a little bit wider, signaling you to leave immediately. 

“Hyung, you should really listen to wha-”, Jungkook started but got cut off by a furious Yoongi, who slowly made his way towards the younger boy.

“Don’t fucking “hyung” me. And don’t you dare to speak up for her. I don’t need either one of you in my fucking life. Do you know how much I’ve been through because of all the crap between you two? You don’t. You can’t know because you don’t feel what I feel. You have never been in a situation like me. I gave so much up for her, put her always first, made sure that she knows how much I love her, yet she has the guts to fuck you!”

His voice started to shake, so he swallowed in an attempt to calm himself down. “I don’t want to listen to anyone’s explanation, I’m so done with this shit. Both of you can go to hell.”

Yoongi turned back to you. “And for you-”, he shook his head and looked down for a second. “Stop hurting me over and over again. Learn how to treat people right. Out. Now. It’s over.”

You shook your head, small tears falling down your cheeks. This was serious. He was serious. He didn’t even let you explain. His mind was already made up, ready to leave you. Ready to give up everything he fought for for the last two years and longer. You couldn’t let this happen, he needed to know that he was misinterpreting the situation, making early assumptions without knowing the whole story.

“Yoongi no, I won’t-”, you tried to argue but he quickly stepped forward and grabbed your arm, tearing you after him, back to the front door. He ripped your jacket of the hook, threw it at you before grabbing your shoes and throwing them after you as well. He pushed you out of the apartment, smashing the door shut in front of your face before you could even react. You heard Jungkook scream from the inside, telling Yoongi to listen but he let out a string of curse words, making the maknae leave into his room and slamming the door shut. 

You stood outside listening to it all while tears streamed down your face, staining your shirt with your makeup, making your face all red and puffy. When you heard Yoongi pace around, starting to knock things off the shelves, you started banging on the door.

“Yoongi! Listen to me!”, you screamed under tears, banging your fists against the apartment door a few times before continuing. “Please open the door, so we can talk. I would never betray you Yoongi, never!”

Sobs erupted through your body, making you gasp for air. Suddenly, you heard something smash against the door from the inside and break, followed by Yoongi’s screams. “Oh, so sleeping with your ex and thinking that you might have gotten fucking pregnant from him, is not considered cheating for you? Fuck off (Y/N) and hell, don’t you dare coming back!”

You let out loud and heart breaking cries, hitting your fists against the door with all the power that was left in you. Your whole body was shaking and your thoughts were running wild. How did I let it come so far? Why was I so dumb to phrase the facts the way I did without explaining first? I should have explained myself first and then state the happenings.

But now it was too late. He was shutting you out completely, not even listening to your screams and just throwing stuff at the door in an attempt to make you shut up.

“Yoongi I swear I didn’t sleep with Jungkook!”, you cried and let out new sobs, causing your body to shake so much that you fell down onto the floor, trying to get a hold on the door to keep you up. “It all happened before we were even together, please Yoongi listen to me! It’s not what it looks like, you have to believe me!”

Sobs were audible from the inside and another crash followed. Yoongi was still throwing things around, probably destroying half of the apartment. Quietly, dulled from your own sobs, you heard someone approach Yoongi, talking to him, making him only scream out more, throwing new things around. More voices followed and you realized that the boys must have come out, trying to calm the furious man down before he could destroy the rest of their belongings.

Your fists kept on banging on the door, slowly losing strength. “Yoongi”, your broken voice called out over and over again, not wanting to give up until he listened to you and held you in his arms again, told you that he loved you and that everything was going to be alright, like he always did.

Your hands were still on the door, ready to hit again when all of a sudden Yoongi ripped the door open, eyes puffy and ice cold, staring down at you. You heard the boys shuffle in the background, starting to pick up the mess Yoongi had left, not saying a word. Hopeful, you tried to pick yourself up, ready to explain everything until his words let you fall back down onto the cold floor.

“Shut up (Y/N), it’s over”, his icy voice was barely a whisper. ”Now leave before I call the cops.” 

He slammed the door shut once again, leaving you laying on his porch, heartbroken and a sobbing mess, fists repeatedly hitting his front door, crying out for him to come back.

But he never did.


*:・゚✧♛┋headcanon: the champion system

Did you ever think the Champion system was a bit too simple? Did you ever wonder how often that exchange of power had to have happened, considering how many trainers you run into in Victory Road? Did you ever feel sorry for Green, who got his crown and lost it ten minutes later; but then worry about the implications of being able to switch Champions in a matter of minutes?

Okay, maybe you didn’t but I sure as hell did.

How the Champion title works has never really been explained in any Pokémon Media as far as I know. It’s been vaguely hinted at–Cheren mentions multiple times that he plans to take on the Champion and become the next Champ. Green in fact IS the Champion you face in RGBY (and Lance confirms that he became the Champion by defeating him). But these are the most concrete examples we get and they don’t really make sense.

Because when we further examine the Champion’s role, we see that the Champion functions not just as “the strongest trainer in the region who happens to have a title and a trophy”. No, they’re a figurehead, they have busy schedules and lawful responsibilities. So it doesn’t make sense that you can earn this title just by winning a battle. Because, for one, someone is always stronger. And as we’ve seen, that someone can show up in a matter of minutes. And secondly, just because someone is stronger doesn’t mean they’re necessarily ready to take on the added responsibilities that come with being a Champion.

Green was strong, but was he the best role model? Could you say with certainty that he was prepared to protect the bi-regional area with all his might? (We do canonically see him infiltrate a Rocket takeover JUST to battle Red and then leave.)

So these are the weaknesses I see with the idea that the person who simply defeats the Champion in battle becomes the next.

But then, if that’s the case, what the hell am I proposing? Let’s look below the cut.

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@blj2007 Listen you mad woman, I haven’t had this much attention since I hit the wrong pedal in my mates van and mounted a grass verge to take out a poor innocent sapling, while at school!!!! Only this attention is FAR more welcome, I must say! 😂🚚😄🏫😘🌲🤗

WTF. Did this really happen? Are you making this up? I need to hear this story! I knew you were a crazy driver, but this is freaking hilarious! Were you trying to run someone down with your car again?

Originally posted by cinematography-and-lighting

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[…] At what point was Crowley displaying suicidal ideation, or a sudden switch to pure, animalistic altruism? Did I misunderstand something? It sounded like he was looking for a change, was tired of people coming after the throne, would just as soon lock hell up than deal with the hassle anymore, but… How does that equate to the action [we’re to believe] Crowley took in the finale? […]

@seenashwrite I talked to a couple of others about this (I don’t think you and I did at all during our talks, if we did, ignore me) and here is how I read the situation…

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Imagine Kylo Ren and you finding out your pregnant

Originally posted by sterkiller

Turning the door handle you walk into your room immediately collapse on your bed. You let out breath as the soft mattress hugged you. After a second you flipped over so you could look up at your ceiling. You sigh. There had been so much on your mind for weeks now. Between flight patrol shifts and the threat of the Resistance you hadn’t had much time to do the things you actually wanted to do, like Kylo Ren.

You had barely seen him for months now, you too had been too caught up in your own worlds. Maybe it’s for the best. You had never really expected you two to fall in love. People fall apart.

Sighing you close your eyes and start to think about other things. You had just gotten a new jet that you couldn’t wait to try out. Absentmindedly your hand makes its way down to your stomach. You trace your tummy with a light finger. A second later you feel something press against your hand.

Your eyes fly open. You sit up on one elbow your hand still on your stomach. With wide eyes you stare down at your stomach. There it is again. You could only describe it as a kick.

Your breath became shorter and shorter as your scramble up into a sitting position.

“There is no way in hell I am…” You stop yourself. When was the last time you were on your…

You go completely still. You had just confirmed it yourself.

“I’m pregnant.” You whisper as something sharp cuts though you. You can feel your entire stomach drop as so many things start to run through your head. You heart feel like it’s going to jump out of your chest. So many emotions run through you. Excitement? Resentment? Fear? Dread? You can’t distinguish between positive or negative ones.

Your breaths start to speed up and you can feel yourself start to hyperventilate.

“How far along am I? When did this even happen? What is Ren going to do? Oh my god.” You whisper to yourself now pacing the room.

You walk over and sit on your bed and just stare at your stomach in disbelief. “What the hell do I tell him.” You whisper to yourself as fear and dread win out above all.

The door flys open with a bang. Your head whips up and your eyes meet the wide ones of Kylo Ren’s. His shoulders move up in down and he look like he is out of breath from running. Your heart beats even faster at the sight of him. Your eyes also notice the burning red lightsaber in his hands.

You heart speeds up.

“What. Is. Wrong?” He pants out his eyes darting around the room looking for a threat. You can barely even move. The sight of him and your recent discovery is too much for you to process.

“I-I…” You stutter not knowing what to say. His eyes go back to yours after seeing that there is no threat. He switches off his saber and sets it on your table and then in two long strides he walking across the room to where you are sitting. He drops to a crouch, his brown eyes never leaving yours.

“Talk to me.” He whispers.

Your hands start to shake. Why am I so afraid? What do I say?

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Come on!

With shaky hands you reach down and grab his pulling his gloves off. Guiding his hands down to your stomach your eyes never leave his face.

His eyes furrow as his eyes drop to your stomach. You can tell he’s also trying to figure it out.

A couple seconds of silence passes. Then you feel it. A kick. His hands shoot back. 

You watch his face. So many emotions run across his face. He is having the exact same reaction as you did. His bottom lip starts to quiver. You’re not sure if it’s sadness or anger.

Then his eyes fly to yours. Only then do you see the tears in his eyes.

“Your pregnant.” He whispers. His voice sounds like he doesn’t believe it. “How.”

You let out a long sigh and slump forward, his arms immediately wrap around you back. You turn you head and rest your cheek on his shoulder. You let out another sigh.

“I’ve been so busy lately I didn’t even notice.” You whisper. A tear you didn’t even know was there runs downs your face. “I swear I just found out. I didn’t know what to do.” You sniff.

“Hey.” He says soothingly before pulling you off your bed and gently onto his lap. His hand moves gently up and down your back.

“I love you.” He says. Your breath hitches and you sit back and look at him. More tears have escaped his eyes and leave glistening trails down his face.

You see the pain in his eyes. You know his past. You know all about his father and mother. He had experienced more pain than you could imagine. He had also done horrible inhuman things too. You had no idea what your future was going to be like but you did know one thing. It’s something you had known when you first saw him.

“I love you too.” You whisper. Relief floods his features. You bring your arms up and wrap them behind his neck. He leans forward first though and captures your lips against his.

You let out a sigh and pull him closer. He mouth his lips from yours and leans his head trailing kisses down your neck. You close your eyes and let your head tilt back. You had forgotten what it had felt like to be kissed by him. How good it felt.

Wrapping one arm under your but he lifts you gently off the ground. His mouth finds yours again and he lays you on your bed. You undo the clasps of his cloak and toss it off the bed. Your hands start to pull at his shirt. He pulls it over his head in one swift motion and throws it on top of the cloak.

He lays down, his head resting on your upper stomach. Arms wrapped around you. You close your eyes and gently play with his hair while he traces circles on your stomach.

Within a few minutes you feel his hand stop and lay flat on your stomach. His shoulders move up and down at a slow steady rate and he let out soft breaths. You rest your hand on his.

You feel a small kick and you smile. This is what was meant to happen. You can feel it.

Three Days Grace {Sentence Starters}
  • "I can hardly wait to leave this place."
  • "I'll tell you now, you can't win this."
  • "How do you stay so strong? How did you hide it all for so long?"
  • "Somebody get me through this nightmare!"
  • "I can't escape this hell."
  • "No one will ever change this animal I have become."
  • "Don't put your life in someone's hands."
  • "How can I take the pain away?"
  • "Once I had the world, but now I’ve got no one."
  • "Never thought you'd fall so far"
  • "No one knows I lost my soul long ago."
  • "I think I’m better off alone."
  • "If you want to get out alive, run for your life."
  • "Did you come here to watch me burn?"
  • "It’s hard to walk when you can’t even crawl."
  • "No matter how hard I try, you’re never satisfied!"
  • "So what if you can see the darkest side of me?"
  • "I hate everything about you! Why do I love you?"
  • "I can see my life flashing before my eyes."
  • "I will not die. I'll wait here for you."
  • "Wake me up. I'm living a nightmare."
  • "I feel alive when you're beside me."

you know what say whatever you want about other parts of Iron Man 3, but it was the first movie I ever saw myself like a normal person 

it was the first movie I saw a super hero have a panic attack. a super hero, a person getting to be affected by what happened to them and collapsing on the ground and being unable to breath, alone, and hurting 

or shoving people out of the way and trying to get alone, because he’d been triggered into an attack so bad he thought he’d been poisoned

and then slowly getting up and needing other people to get better. sometimes loneliness helped, sometimes it didn’t. 

it was the first time i was both triggered and comforted by a movie, by a character like me. there was no sweet holding Tony while he cried like pretty girls with running mascara in movies that you could make into romantic b&w gifs. my attacks were never pretty - they were isolating and painful and uncomfortable and difficult to put into words

RDJ’s performance as Tony was raw and powerful

he needed someone and he couldn’t sleep and he did bad things out of an attempt to cope and 

god it was just so important to me and I feel like a lot of people don’t get how important it could be to other people

Iron Man 3 was far from a “great” movie but hell if I won’t stand by it for everything it meant to me

The Happiest Place on Earth

a Cophine smutlet

“It’s pretty genius if you think about it.” Cosima observed. “Rebranding a section of your park with a new movie or franchise is a hell of a lot less expensive that ripping everything apart and remodeling it!”

Delphine scanned the line of people that wound through the ropes, rails and stanchions, trying to deduce exactly how long it was, how far it might stretch, and how much time it might be before they made it inside the building and escaped the sweltering August heat.  “I suppose you are right.” she agreed, noticing the drop of perspiration that had gathered at her lover’s temple, ready to fall.   She despised being hot, but she did appreciate the view of Cosima’s body that was afforded by her tank top and running shorts.

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College Roommates: Part 7

Character: Dean x Reader 
Word Count: 1200-ish 
Meanings: Y/N=First Name L/N=Last Name H/C=Hair Colour B/S = Body Shape
A/N:  Again, let me know what you think!

Masterlist (including all parts of College Roommates)

You looked at your clock. Shit, you’re late for class! You jumped out of bed and had a quick look in the mirror. You really needed to shower first, you were still sweaty from yesterday evenings session. That was just disgusting.

You ran out of your room and into the bathroom, jumping into the shower and soaping in your hair when you heard the bathroom door open and close. The curtain moved and Dean stepped in. “Oh my god! Dean!” He put his hand over your mouth, so that you couldn’t scream “Sorry, this girl, she just won’t leave me alone.” You ripped his hand off with one hand while with the other you covered your breast. “Not my problem, get out!” “I’m sorry Y/N but please, I’ll owe you big time, I swear!” He said desperately. You looked at him, he was still fully clothed in the clothes he wore yesterday… this morning/whatever. He must be desperate to get rid of this girl to jump into the shower with you in all his clothes. You sighed heavily. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Thank you.” He said sincere. “Don’t thank me yet and if you’ve got any respect for me then turn the fuck around, asap!” You could see his cheeks flush but that might also be from the warm water. “Made up one fight this morning, only to jump start another, what the hell is wrong with you?” You mumbled angrily under your breath as you continued to shampoo your hair.

You suddenly heard the door open “Dean?” I rolled my eyes, we should really get a lock for that thing because apparently everybody just keeps ignoring the ‘don’t disturb’ sign. I peaked my head out behind the curtain “No, get the hell out of the bathroom.” It looked like she was trying to look threw the curtain. “Is Dean in there with you? Dean?” This one is so stupid and rude. She then took a step inside. “Oh for god sake!” You shouted and stepped out of the shower, obviously naked.

“Girl, I’m pissed off as hell, I’ve got soap in my eyes and thanks to you I’m even later for class, so get the fuck out of my apartment.” You said angry with your arms crossed over your chest. “Who do you think you are, you ugly bitch?” You still stood there naked and she eventually looked away like you had hoped. Then again, that doesn’t mean that you are gonna take what she just said to you. “This ‘ugly bitch’ is gonna kick your 1-dollar-hooker-ass out of this apartment, right now!” You grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out, opened the door and shoved her out, smacking the door in her face.

She started to knock on the door with her fists, yelling for Dean.

You walked back into the bathroom, wrapping a towel around you before opening the curtain. “Get the fuck out of here! And you are going to arrange a lock for that door because this is the last time this ever happens!” You yelled at Dean, pointing at the door. Dean looked like he wanted to say something but you got back into the shower and finally got the shampoo out off your hair and eyes. You were still late for class. Fuck.

“Are you kidding me?!” Carla said during lunch. “What?” You asked and Marcy was also staring at you. These were those two friends you were talking about earlier. They were nice, you didn’t have a lot of classes with them but the three of you sat together during lunch whenever you could.

“Dean Winchester. THE Dean-hottie-jock-Winchester asked if you’d come watch a game of his?!” Marcy said. You told them Dean asked you and you had asked them to come along with you since you didn’t fancy sitting there all by yourself.

“Yeah, so? He’s my roommate, not like he asked me out or anything. It’s just an invite to watch the game.” You said raising an eyebrow. You sincerely didn’t get the fuss those two were making. If he had asked you to the movies then you might have reacted like they did… but he hadn’t, so yeah.

“Are you blind girl?!” Carla nearly yelled. “Apparently.” You said annoyed, rolling your eyes. “Look, he asked. I think I’m going but I don’t feel like sitting there on my own. So are you two coming or what?” You said, giving them the ultimatum. They looked at each other and then back at you answering at the same time. “Hell yeah.”

“Is this what I came for?” Marcy said bored. We were sitting in the tribune, worst/far away seats might I add, watching the game. You three were basically watching, god knows how many because you kept losing count, guys run up and down the field and as soon as one of them had the ball they would start running like hell because if they didn’t then they would be squashed by a load of other guys jumping on top of them.

You really wished right now that you’d watch more American football growing up because this right now looked ridiculous. You sighed at Marcy’s Question. “What did you expect then?” you said. “More food for starters.” Carla said. True.

“Let’s just cheer when the others cheer. How does that sound?” You said getting a dull ‘woehooe’ as a reaction from the girls. “That’s the spirit.” You mumbled.

Eventually you three got into the cheering-thing. Obviously your school was winning or scoring points or something, you don’t know. The entire crowd was yelling, cheering and being happy so, so were you three. “Woeewww go team!” Carla shouted. “Your winning wwoooowww!” Marcy shouted. “Wow, Go Dean!” You shouted. You could see one of the players look towards the crowd, you wondered if it was Dean but you had no idea, obviously their uniforms all looked the same and you didn’t know Dean’s number, so.

“What are even the rules?” Marcy all of a sudden asked. You looked at Carla and you two raised your shoulders. “I’ve got no idea.” You answered and the three of you looked at each other and laughed like crazy.

And then the game was finished and the crowd went even wilder, if that was possible. The team players were jumping onto each other, people in the crowd were hugging. You three looked at each other and over dramatically hugged, cried and laughed together.

The crowd started to leave and the players went, back to the benches, off the playing field. The players had taken off there helmets and finally you spotted Dean. One of the Cheerleaders was just running away from him, if you weren’t mistaken then that was the girl from the bathroom incident from Tuesday. You let out a chuckle.

Dean looked up and you think he looked at you. You smiled and gave him a small wave. He smiled and went inside.

You didn’t think you would but you had a lot more fun then expected.

Part 8?x

Request: Can you do a fic where Cas gets a love potion put on him by a witch and he falls in love with Dean.

You lost Cas…. again. God, Dean was going to kill you! Technically, it wasn’t your fault. Cas just got distracted by everything! You’d brought him on his very first witch hunt, and he was like a kid in a candy shop. Cas had enough trouble understanding regular humans, and witches were no different.

He thought it was amazing how they were able to use magic, even though they were humans. He thought the use of herbs and incantations were fascinating. In short, he wanted to touch and see everything. As you rounded a corner, you felt a presence behind you, and spun around, knife in the air.

It was only Cas. He had reappeared, and was eating something. You were about to yell at him, people should eat things they found anywhere on a normal day, but especially in a witches house, but you were distracted by the witch.

In a cloud of cliche smoke, she appeared behind Cas. Her arms were raised in a dramtaic gesture, and she started mumbling under her breath. Cas watched her like she were a new species, and was basically no help in taking her down.

The witch was so focused on her words, that she couldn’t protect herself from your knife plunging into her throat. Blood squirted around the room, and she fell to the floor. You sighed in relief, and turned to Cas.

“Dean is coming with me next time, not you.” You stated playfully. Castiel looked at you with confusion, and you smiled slightly. “You didn’t help!" 

"I’m sorry. But there was so much to see.” Cas told you.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You said, walking over to him. “Now take me home, I’m pooped.”

Castiel tilted his head at your word choice, but didn’t ask about that. “Home? To Dean?” He asked.

“Yes… Where else would we go?” You asked with a slight chuckle.

“I don’t know.” Cas said quickly, and grabbed your arm. Within the blink of an eye you were in Dean’s room. Wait, Dean’s room?

“Why did you take us to Dean’s room?” You asked him. 

But Cas wasn’t listening to you, he was focused on all the objects in Dean’s room. You followed his eyes to a pair of Dean’s discarded boxers, and giggled. “Cas, they’re underwear.” You explained, assuming he was confused about their function. Cas didn’t reply, and you didn’t feel like going into depth about boy parts and girl parts and under garments, so you left him.

You walked into the kitchen, where Sam and Dean were eating grilled cheese sandwiches. “Oh, did you make me one?” You asked, mouth watering at the sight of food.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were we supposed to?” Dean asked, smirking in amusement.

“Dean Winchester, I swear to God if you didn’t make me one…” You started, but he and Sam start laughing, cutting you off.

“It’s in the stove. We just wanted to keep it warm.” Sam told you.

“I love you guys, you know that, right?” You said, getting your lunch and joining them.

Castiel entered the kitchen soon after, and stood behind Dean. He leaned on the back of Dean’s chair, his head hovering slightly over Dean’s. Dean glanced at Cas, but didn’t comment on the close proximity. 

You and Sam shared a look, but didn’t make any comment, Cas was never good at personal space. You finished your meal, Cas simply standing above Dean. Eventually Cas placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders, and leaned forward, using Dean as an arm rest. Dean tensed up at the contact. 

“Cas, what are you doing?” Dean asked uncomfortably.

“Leaning on you.” Cas stated.

“Why?” Dean pressed.

“Because I love you, and I enjoy touching you.” Cas answered.

Dean started coughing at Cas’ answer, and Sam had to stifle his giggles. Your mouth hung open, and you stared at Cas in shock. You never knew what was going on in Cas’ mind, but you always thought he liked Dean most, you just never believed he’d come out and say it.

“Um, Cas..” Dean started, squirming underneath his touch.

“Yes?” Cas asked, then started to rub Dean’s shoulders. 

Dean fell out of his chair, trying to get away. He jumped to his feet, moving a few yards away from Cas.“Are you okay?” Cas asked with worry. Before Dean could answer, Cas had disappeared, and reappeared right in front of Dean. You watched in amusement as Cas grabbed Dean’s face, and looked him over. Dean was speechless. 

Cas began rubbing small circles with his thumb on Dean’s face. “You should be more careful.” Cas told him. 

“Cas, can you stop?” Dean asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Cas immediately stopped rubbing circles, but kept his hands on Dean’s face. Cas’ eyes ran all over Dean’s face, and eventually landed on his lips. 

Castiel lowered his face down to Dean’s, and you saw Dean panic. Dean loved Cas, that was obvious, but not in this way. “Cas, don’t-” Dean started, bu was cut off by Cas’ lips. Dean’s eyes widened and Cas’ hands traveled to the back of Dean’s neck, and started running through his hair. 

“Cas, stop!” You exclaimed, and Cas pulled away, glaring at you.

“What?” He demanded, keeping a hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“He doesn’t want you to kiss him.” You explained, glancing at Dean, who nodded in agreement. 

“You’re just jealous.” Cas spat, then wrapped an arm around Dean’s waist, pulling Dean closer to him.

“Trust me, I’m not-” You started.

“And why not? Dean’s amazing! Dean’s is smart, strong, and he has a beautiful soul. You’re a liar!” Cas yelled.

“Holy shit, he’s crazy.” Sam muttered beside you.

“Cas, calm down.” Dean ordered, regaining his composure. “She’s right. I don’t want you to kiss me. I don’t like you in that way." 

Despite your annoyance with Cas at the moment, the look of utter despair made you feel bad for him. Cas’ eyes gleamed as tears bubbled in them, and his shoulders dropped. "You…. don’t love me?” Cas asked, his voice cracking.

“Not like this. Cas, I love you like I love Sam, or Y/N.” Dean explained.

Cas was silent for a moment, staring at the floor. Then, all of a sudden, Cas looked back at Dean and smiled. “You just don’t know yet. You’ve never experience true love." 

"Cas-” Dean began.

“I’ll help you love me!” Cas exclaimed. Then, Cas grabbed Dean’s hand and pushed him into a chair. Dean looked to you and Sam for help, but you just shrugged, there was nothing you could do.

“Cas has never acted like this before, what’s gotten into him?” Sam whispered to you, watching Cas as he got Dean a beer.

“I don’t know! Ever since we came back from the hunt, he’s been weird.” You said.

“Wait, this started after the hunt, right?” Sam asked, and you nodded. “And it was a witch hunt?”

“Holy shit.” You mumbled, mentally slapping yourself for taking so long to figure it out.

“Did she curse him?” Sam asked.

“No, I don’t think so. Cas kept disappearing and reappearing the whole time!”

“Then what the Hell happened?” Sam asked, running his hands through his hair.

“Food!” You exclaimed, remembering how Cas was eating something while at the hunt. “He ate something! Love potion, maybe?”

“Best lead we’ve got so far.” Sam agreed. “I’ll go look for a cure, you just try to stop Cas from jumping Dean’s bones." 

Sam glanced at his brother and the angel, and had to hide his smirk. You turned your attention back to them as Sam left the room, and almost burst out laughing.

Castiel had draped his trench coat over Dean, and was sitting on Dean’s lap. Dean had a beer in his hand, and was looking at anything but the angel.

"I know that people show affection by touching, and I’ve seen many people sit on each other’s lap.” Cas was explaining. “Should you sit on my lap? Would you like that more?”

“I’d prefer everybody to have their own seat.” Dean growled.

“Cas, you know, people show love by getting gifts, too.” You said, and Cas turned to look at you, waiting for you to continue. “Dean loves pie, so you should go find the perfect piece of pie for him." 

Castiel smiled at the idea, and instantly disappeared. Dean sighed in relief, and looked at you with gratitude. "You owe me.” You said, and Dean nodded in agreement. 

“Did you and Sam figure out what the Hell is happening?”

“Cas’ been his with a love potion.” You explained.

“Love potion? Then why is he in love with me and not you?” Dean asked, rubbing his face in exasperation.

Shit, you hadn’t thought of that. “Uh….” You had no idea. You thought back to when Cas had eaten. He’d stared at the witch, you killed her, then told him Dean would go with you next time. “Oh!” You exclaimed, “I know! The first thing I said to him was your name! So, he heard your name, and the potion took effect!” You smiled proudly, like a child who was the only one to get the correct answer on a test.

“So you did this to me!” Dean exclaimed.

“Well…. Yeah, but I’ll fix it.” You assured him.

“I swear to God, Y/N…” Dean started, but stopped once Cas reappeared. 

He had three boxes in his hand, and if the smells were any indication, they were all pies. “I got you apple, cherry, and pecan.” Cas announced, placing the pies in front of Dean.

Dean’s eyes widened at the sight, and he licked his lips. “Thanks.” Dean breathed, opening the apple pie. Dean stared at the pie, his eyes roaming over every inch of it.

“Are you gonna eat it, or have sex with it?” You joked.

Cas’ head snapped towards you, his eyes hard. “Don’t make fun of Dean.” He ordered.

“Sorry.” You said, not wanting to feel Cas’ wrath.

Dean couldn’t hide the smirk that covered his face. Lucky for you, that smirk was wiped right away when Cas placed a fork in the pie, and started pushing it towards Dean’s face. Dean raised his hand to take the fork, but Cas pulled it out of his reach. It was clear to Dean that the only way he would eat the pie, was by letting Cas feed him. And Dean loved his pie.

Sam returned to the kitchen as Cas started feeding Dean the cherry pie. A few laughs escaped Sam’s mouth, but he quickly composed himself and brought a bowl to the table. 

“I think I figured it out.” Sam said. “But, Dean, you’re gonna need to kiss Cas.”

“Are you kidding me!” Dean exclaimed angrily, making a piece of pie fly out his mouth. 

“Just a peck!” Sam said. “This stuff needs to hit both of your lips, it’s the only way it will work.”

“Can’t we just spread it on us, like chap stick?” Dean asked, desperation in his voice.

“I’m sorry, that won’t work. I don’t know why, but kissing him is the only way.” Sam said, and handed Dean the bowl filled with a mixture.

Dean sighed and spread it over his lips, then looked at Cas. “Cas, would you-” Dean didn’t have to finish his sentence. Cas had been waiting for hours to kiss Dean again, and didn’t need an excuse to do it.

The mixture his Cas’ lips, and Cas immediately felt the effects. He pulled away from Dean, and wiped his mouth. “Why am I sitting on your lap?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Oh thank God!” Dean exclaimed, pushing Cas off him. 

“Cas, you were in love with Dean.” You said.

“But I do love Dean.” Cas told you.

“Shit.” Dean muttered.

“How do you love Dean? Like, do you love him like Sam and me?” You asked, trying to clarify.

“Yes. I love you all very much.” Cas answered.

Dean sighed in relief, and Sam smiled proudly at himself. “We’re never talking about this again.” Dean stated.

“Says who? I’ve got pictures!” You exclaimed, holding your phone up proudly. Dean lunged at you, and you ran away. “Sam, I’ll send them to you!” You offered, running to your room to escape Dean.

(I hope you like it!)