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A Breach of Trust Chapter 15.5: A Beach of Trust

(Act 1: Chapter 1-9 )

(Act 2: Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 || Chapter 15 || Chapter 15.5 || Chapter 16 || Chapter 17 || Chapter 18)

(Act 3 Chapter 19+)


There is one universal law of anime, and it is that there is always a beach episode. There is always a beach episode


Mob had fallen asleep beneath the couch blankets again, curled into the cocoon so that the blankets served double as his pillow. He was woken up sometime later by the sound and brightness that came with Reigen swishing back the curtains.

“Wake up, Mob. We’ve got plans.”

Mob opened his eyes. Reigen stood over him, wearing swim trunks, a white tank top, and enormous sunglasses with the price tag still dangling off the right ear hook. He had globbed suntan lotion on his nose and shoulders, and he thrust a mesh bag to Mob containing roughly the same outfit but in a smaller size—sunglasses and all.

“I’m overworked and you’re traumatized. I don’t know anything about mental health but there’s no way a day at the beach can be bad. So get changed it’s beach time.”

Reigen sat down on the couch beside Mob, one foot pulled up and resting on the other knee, and he pulled out an assortment of deflated floaties from his own bag. He uncapped the mouthpiece of one—a duck by the looks of it—and started to inflate it.

Mob stared, baffled. “…Beach time?”

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Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader- Stalker From Another Universe (Part 6)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Here it is!!!!!!!  Again I apologize for not posting fics for so long!

Warning: Blood, mentions of death, description of death, a little bit of angst (What else is new?)

Tagging: @cheyennethefangirl, @its-scarletwitch-bitch, @polaresus

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It Didn’t Hurt

Ya boi back at it again with the angst I’m sorry

Sort of inspired by this post  by @overly-analogical. 

Summary: Patton lies to himself, time and time again — their biting remarks don’t hurt, of course they don’t — but he can’t stay strong forever. Hurt/comfort, can be seen as polysanders I guess?

Alternate title: Patton learns a valuable lesson about not bottling up your feelings.


It didn’t hurt.


Every biting remark and mean comment; each insult, meant to hurt him, to push him down — he could take them all in stride. He was the father, the heart of their family. He needed to be happy, and strong for his kiddos.


It didn’t hurt.


The others had problems, troubles, and he needed to stay strong; like a lighthouse in the middle of a foggy night, unyielding in its ability to bring them back home. His smile was their light, a beacon to guide them through the turbulent seas of their worries and fears; and his arms were the home that they found when they returned, his arms and his comforting voice, his reassurances that, come what may, they’d be okay.


It didn’t hurt.

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Sunny Days-chapter 11

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- Honeymoon period begins

Warnings- fluff and smut. Spanking, Masturbation, Sex, Vibrator, Squirting. Yeah, it’s a dirty chapter.

Word Count- about 4.3k

Author’s Note- Yeah, I meant to move the plot forward and it doesn’t seem like that’s really happening but this sets up how Negan is going to try and keep Sunny occupied and distracted from leaving the room. This was not as proofread as usual, because I wanted to get it out asap.

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Sunny slowly opened her eyes and snapped them back shut against the bright light that assaulted her vision.

Why are the freaking lights on? Who does that?

She sat up rubbing her eyelids with her palms and tried again. Her eyes adjusted and focused on her new surroundings. Her hands flew to her mouth, smothering her gasp. She sat alone in a beautiful king sized bed with the softest silkiest sheets she’d ever felt. There was luxury dripping off everything in the room. She had never seen, let alone been in a room as beautiful as this one. She was almost afraid to touch anything.

She threw off the downy comforter eager to explore. Goosebumps raised along her bare legs and arms. Looking down, she saw she was clad only in a pink satin slip with black lace that hung low on the tops of her breasts from two spaghetti straps. Her back was completely exposed. The hem reached the tops of her thighs and two slits on either side worked their way up to her hips. Apparently, no panties had been provided. Moving to slide off the tall bed, she looked down and saw two kitten heel slippers with black feathery fluff.

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Between the Pages - A Tree Bros WIP

Evan just needed a book to finish his essay. 

Hey, guys!! So I made a little post earlier about the fic I’m in the process of writing. I realize it’s going to be a bit longer before I’m ready to release it on AO3 so I decided to post the first little bit. I hope you guys enjoy, and I hope that I don’t leave you guys waiting too long after this!!

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A Breach of Trust: Chapter 13

(Act 1: Chapter 1-9 )

(Act 2: Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 || Chapter 15 || Chapter 15.5 || Chapter 16 || Chapter 17 || Chapter 18)

(Act 3 Chapter 19+)


When Reigen finally threw open the doctor office’s door, frantic and frazzled and 42 minutes late, he was certain he’d walked into the wrong room.

Colorful was the first thing to come to mind, between the wallpaper and the rug and the toys scattered across it. Blocky cartoon animals rung the wall, each a solid unnatural unapologetic color: pink tiger followed by orange monkey followed by green giraffe. The rug matched in vibrancy, stark geometric patterns stained across it like paint spatter. Camouflaged among the pinks and blues and greens were the toys: one abacus-like contraption of twirling wires and movable pieces, two simplistic puzzles where single pieces belonged distinctly to each of the six gouges in their surfaces, a single plastic truck gunked at the wheels with paint chipped along all sides from years of use.

Reigen looked up, and registered the three distinct sets of moms and children spread around the waiting room, each parent varying degrees of visibly exhausted. The left-most mom sat rocking a snotty and red-cheeked baby on her knee. The right-most spoke quietly and tersely on the phone while her son probed her iPad. The brother-sister pair in the center eyed the abacus toy on the rug with furtive, eager glances to their mom and back.

Reigen would have eased the door shut with a quiet, embarrassed apology for his mistake. He didn’t, once he noticed the married couple tucked away in the wooden chairs in the corner. Recognition registered like surprise in Reigen’s mind—he hardly recognized them—and it was Jun who caught his eye. She flagged him over.

He stepped carefully across the colored rug, lest he step on some well-disguised toy strewn somewhere. He kept his steps high, and relaxed only once he’d made it to the open seat beside Tetsuo. He took it, attention divided between Tetsuo and the kids, who filled him with sort of a confused wonder–the brother-sister pair had now scrambled to the abacus toy, eyes alight, and were spinning its plastic pieces.

“Dr. Wong is a pediatrician,” Jun said, following Reigen’s eyes and guessing at his silent confusion.

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holyrackofisles  asked:

Supercorp 16!! Please!

i am up for anything baby related - thank you so much for the prompt!  💕


There’s a second line right next to the first. Faint, barely visible, but there.

This is the third test that has come out positive. A rare flicker of hope runs through her and even though there’s no reason to get excited yet (as the margin for accuracy is not as good as it’s supposed to be) the first thing Lena thinks is that she has to tell Kara.

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Unspoken Feelings { 3,10,16 }; W O O Z I

[ lee jihoon x reader ]

word count: 1429
genre: fluff
a/n: alright, im leaving y’all with a long one bc i’ll be leaving tomorrow so im not sure when to post one of the reqs. and my exams are slowly approaching yikes  hehe im sorry in advance, especially for those who sent their reqs! but i promise to work on them so dont yall worry. i worked hard on this one so i hope y’all like it! oh and thank you anon for requesting!! shamelessly tagging @lunarjihoon haha let me hide under the rock after u read this ily

The cold air coming from the air conditioner touched my delicate skin, making me rest my nape on the edge of the soft chair. The very sweet and calming hum of the guy sitting across, added my sensation of being alive. His song was everything, even with the absence of its words. My eyelids started to feel heavy from the mix of different notes coming from his mouth. Then something came up to my mind. 

Recalling the day Jihoon and I first met, I didn’t really like him at all. 

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Nightmare

Warnings: Language. Negan. FLUFF?? Daddy Negan- both ways. 

Request: Can you do DaddyneganxY/N he has y/n for the night & it was just getting hot when his lil girl(4yrs) has a nightmare &crys out to him Y/n hears him whisper princess worriedly &leaps up to go comfort her y/n follows him &sees his lil girl curled up on his lap crying begging to sleep in his bed as shes scared Negan notice y/n at the door &look at her with sorry eyes y/n picks up his lil girl &says should we go have a cuddle with daddy, they curl up in bed as a 3 with cuddle & kissy fluff please 😍 - anon 

A/N: I hope you enjoy anon! Sorry it is short, but I hope you enjoy! Hit up the ask box to tell how you liked it!!



Negan was laying on top of you, your lips locked in fiery passion. His hands snaking their way down your body till he reached the waistband of your jeans. He chuckled against your lips when he felt you raise your hips to grind into him.

“You really want daddy’s cock don’t you?”, he asked smugly grinding his hips agonizing slow on yours. He slipped one on his hands into your jeans and he slowly rubbed your through your panties.

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Your Desk is a Mess Part 6

Summary: In which Y/N gradually (and awkwardly) spends a lot more time with her office mate than she bargained for (Office AU).

Author’s Note: repost because the first version deleted itself.

Chapter List

Masterlist

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain


Part Six

Around two and a half months had passed, and you had taken the bus with Steve almost every morning. Sometimes you’d bump into him just outside your flat, as both of you were locking up. Other times, you’d meet him at the bus stop. Nonetheless, it became an unspoken agreement that you’d take the bus together to work. As your shifts usually ended at different times, you wouldn’t usually take the bus home, but it had happened once or twice.

You’d learned a few things about him, as one does when one engages in conversation with someone almost every day, but despite Natasha’s nagging, you tried to avoid communicating with him unless necessary. You were starting to feel slightly nervous around him, for some reason you couldn’t quite explain. Natasha and Wanda were constantly nagging you about your hypothetical crush on him, so much that you felt it awkward whenever you were around him. Of course, he had no clue you even felt it awkward at all.

“So,” Natasha said, rocking back on her wheely chair that she had rolled over beside your seat by your desk. “Pre-drinks at yours, right?”

A group of the younger employees were getting together for a night out next week, in celebration of some achievement from someone in one of the other departments. To be honest, you didn’t even know them, nor did you care, but such a large group of people were going that you decided to join. You had been invited, after all.

“Not likely,” you said, typing away on your laptop. 

Bucky and Steve were engaged in some form of conversation behind you.

“Why ever not? And don’t say it’s because of your air conditioner, because I swear-”

“Tasha, it is mid-June. You’ll melt before you even come in the door. The dehydration will give you the worst headache of your life. And that’s saying something. I’ve been living in fear I’ll wake up all shriveled to dust.”

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Celestial Friend Part 5

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (featuring TFW & Bobby)

Word Count: 1,448

Warnings: fluffish

A/N: Here we are with Part 5!! I hope you guys enjoy this next part!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

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A couple weeks passed by and you still hadn’t gotten a single call back from the Winchesters, or Bobby Singer.  You were starting to think that they would never find out who your real father was.  Maybe he really had disappeared, or maybe he really was dead.

Gabriel could tell that you were distracted.  You weren’t even reading the textbook in front of you.  Instead, you were staring out of your window.  The archangel was sitting in the middle of your bed, a bag of gummy worms in his lap.  He plucked one from the bag and threw it at your head.

You let your hand fall to the desk as you glanced down at the gummy worm on your book.  When you turned around, you threw it back at Gabriel.  You wondered how he managed to catch candy in his mouth like he did.

“Why are you throwing candy at me Gabe,” you asked as you got up from your desk.  “Or are you that bored?”

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isatastrophe  asked:

OKAY A PROMPTTT: Levi is a boat captain a long time ago during the age of exploration, and Hanji stows away on his boat because she wants to travel the world and find STRANGE CREATURES, and Levi catches her and they fall in love (:P sorry if you dont like the prompt i dont even know)

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I FREAKED OUT WHEN I GOT YOUR REQUEST! I LOVED THE IDEA!! (Sorry for tweaking it a bit though but I hope you like it! **Puts whole heart and soul writing this**) But if ever the government thinks I’m plotting on taking over the world after searching geography, war positions and the navy, its all on you joke :P. Anyways, PLEASE ENJOY AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING THIS FIC. 

For other people who would want to send in requests, please send me some here.

Stow Away (LeviHan - Sailing)

Theme: Captain Levi and Stow Away

Rating: PG

Warning: Curse Words, Eye Water? Maybe, Graphic Depictions of Violence (is this considered nsfw?)

AO3 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5


A ‘tsk’ escaped his lips as the soles of his boots padded down the dock, making a rhythmic sound as he went forward. He didn’t hate being on the sea, he just hated this particular port. The seagulls seamed to have a fiesta every time he was close by. He hated it how he learned to play tag with dropping crap, and the fish slaps from fishermen passing by. He considered the stench of mixed seafood and sweat just a bonus of the hell he is in. The harbor had been alive for more than a decade, and it wasn’t even close to ‘well kept’.

“Captain Levi” he whipped his head to the direction of the call to become face to face with one of his first mates, Petra. “We have finished packing, the ship is ready depart any moment” she reported.

“Not bad” he replied “The sooner we leave, the sooner we can make it back to London” He slapped his cap over his head, and made his way back to the S.S. Wings of Freedom.

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Seth Rollins - Curls

Seth Rollins - Reader and Seth Rollins are lying around in bed with their baby boy and the Reader is cuddled up in Seth’s arms with her back to him, holding the baby while he watches over them protectively and the reader looks back and sees his eyes are like full of love. Extra points if he kisses the baby’s curls and the baby smiles.

Requested by - Anon

Warnings - Pureeee Fluff

Word Count - 800

Originally posted by stellarollins

You groaned softly as you swung my legs off the side of yours and Seth’s king sized bed, upon hearing your 5 month old son, Caleb crying for what had to be at least the fifteenth time that night. You fully threw the covers off your frame, careful not to wake a still sleeping Seth as you made your way to Caleb’s nursery. You looked down at yours and Seth’s beautiful baby boy, his somehow already long curls sprawled across his baby pillow and his big brown, tear filled eyes (the exact copy of his fathers) staring up at you as he continued to wail.                 You picked his small frame up and brought him close to your chest, gently rocking him up and down in a futile attempt to stop his bawling. You sat down in the rocking chair next to the crib and sighed exasperatedly at the small boy. “What am I going to do huh?” you questioned tearily, your motherly hormones taking over as his whimpers and sniffles filled your ears; knowing you couldn’t do anything else you had done already tonight.

“Babe, it’s okay” you heard the gruff and clearly tired voice of your fiancé as he stood in the doorway of the nursery; shirtless, with his bun falling from its confines of a singular hairband and a sleep depraved (Clearly from Caleb’s nightlong screaming) look encasing his features. “This is what babies do” he tried to comfort your still sobbing form as he slowly walked over to the rocking chair, placing an attentive hand on your shoulder then lightly kissing the top of my head.  

“I know Seth, but it – it just makes me feel like such a terrible mother. Like, I’ve tried everything and he just keeps on crying!” You sighed exasperatedly your eyes glancing down to Caleb’s eyes then back up to Seth’s. You pouted as you looked at Seth, his lips placing another soft kiss; yet this time to your lips, his beard tickling your cheeks lightly.

“Let’s take him into our room tonight, it’s not too warm so we can all snuggle up and watch some TV, hopefully being together with his mummy and daddy cheers our little bean up, huh?” Seth spoke enthusiastically almost more at Caleb than you. You smiled and chuckled at the nickname Seth had given Caleb before he was born and stood up with your now nearly silent bundle of joy wrapped in your arms and walked back into yours and Seth’s bedroom.

Seth got in the bed first, his back against the headboard and his legs spread slightly apart allowing you a space to sit and snuggle into, Caleb still bundled into your arms. As Seth lazily flicked through the 2am television channels, showing nothing but re runs of shows from eras gone by or teleshopping Caleb had finally drifted off into a newly peaceful slumber. His long eyelashes (just like his daddy’s) framing his cheeks.

You noticed how the TV channels had stopped changing and looked up to see Seth’s deep brown eyes; the same ones you saw on Caleb staring down over the two of you, his pupils almost completely dilated. You offered him a small, sleepy smile as he once again kissed your forehead, before opening his mouth to speak before closing it again.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife babe” He spoke suddenly “Honestly, you complete me. I would be so lost without you and your strength and Caleb – my little mini me, with a temper like his mother; he reminds me of everything pure in my life. I remember being so scared when I found out you were pregnant. But now, I wouldn’t change anything for the world and I just want you to know that you two are my world, and I will protect the two of you until my last breath” Seth spoke softly as he fiddled with the engagement ring on your finger. You looked back up at him, sleep almost completely shrouding your being.

“That was the cutest thing you have ever said” you smiled, your head resting back against his shoulder as you allowed sleep to course through your body.

Seth looked fondly at the both of you as he lightly ran his fingers through Caleb’s curls “just like your mommy” he muttered to himself as he wrapped his arms tighter around the both of you. He leans forward and places a small kiss on Caleb’s head to which the small child wriggles at and smiles a little whilst remaining in an angelic sleep; filling Seth’s heart with pride and joy. “God, do I love you both so much” he whispered, again; to no one but himself as he let his eyes slowly shut and the terrible TV show lull him off to sleep.

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Star-Crossed

600 Follower Celebration fic for @lakama15

Summary: You and Dean are teachers in rival departments at your school.

warnings: none

word count: ~1100


You were writing the next day’s ‘Do-Now’ on the board, eager to get home and have a glass of wine after the ridiculous staff meeting that afternoon.  Test scores had come in, and that always meant that the departments were comparing themselves to each other, everyone wanting the students to do better in their subject area than anyone else’s.

Because no, you couldn’t want the students to do well in all subjects, that was just preposterous!

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Timeless (part fourteen--END)

Summary: Things escalate quickly when Tony starts teasing you at the party.

Bucky x Reader. FLUFF Word count: 734

TW: teasing

A/N: This is the last chapter of a fourteen part series. If you’d like to be added to my tag list for future fics, just let me know! Also, thank you to those who have stayed with me through this series- all of the positive feedback really means a lot to me!!!

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  11  12  13


Bucky escorted you over to a couch and helped you sit down before heading over to the bar to get drinks for the two of you. Natasha was bartending, so you knew they’d be strong. As you waited for Bucky to return, people would occasionally walk by and give you a friendly wave or a smile and head nod. You could tell that everyone already knew the story behind your ankle—Sam was notorious for spreading gossip throughout the tower.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mom sitting all by herself at the party,” said Tony, drink in hand.

“Watch it, Stark. I’m not in the mood,” you replied.

“Aww, does your ankle still hurt from your little date? It’s always sweet to see old folks still seeking true love,”

I said watch it, Stark,” you repeated.

“Wait, does this mean Barnes is gonna be our new daddy? Or should I say grandpa? I think the cane might elevate your status,” said Tony.

“Stark. Go. NOW,” said Bucky. He had returned from the bar and was standing just inches behind Tony, a drink in each hand. His words startled Tony, making him jump. Tony started walking away as Bucky sat down.

“I guess I’ll leave grandma and grandpa alone to talk about the good old days. Hey, maybe I can find some rocking chairs for—“ Tony stumbled as something caught under his feet, causing him to spill his drink on his shirt. Bucky had pushed your cane out under Tony’s feet, tripping him.

“Dammit, Barnes! You did that on purpose, you asshole,” Tony yelled as he turned around.

“Did what on purpose?” asked Bucky as you tried not to burst out in laughter.

“You know damn well what you did, Manchurian Candidate,” Tony hissed.

“ENOUGH! ANTHONY EDWARD STARK!” you shouted as you slowly stood up. The room became silent and all eyes were on you.

“Look Tony, I’ve been pretty tolerant up to this point, but I’m done. The old people jokes aren’t funny anymore, and you shouldn’t be so mean to Bucky. I know he can defend himself, but I’m telling you this now because I know that one of these days you’ll probably run your mouth and Bucky’ll punch you square in the face, and not even Helen will be able to make you look like your old self again. Now, I’m not usually one for revenge, but if you’re gonna make grandma jokes, I’m gonna be a grandma. And what does every proud grandmother do? She shows off pictures of her grandchildren. Hey FRIDAY! I need you to project an image off of my private network drive. File name: ‘Nanny,’” Upon your request, FRIDAY projected a photograph onto the wall behind you.

“Recognize anyone?” you asked.

“That’s obviously you, but who’s the kid you’re holding?” asked Steve from across the room.

“None other than Tony Stark. I was his nanny from the time he was one until just before his third birthday. I was actually the one who started calling him ‘Tony.’ Up until Howard and Maria hired me, everyone called him Anthony. Now I’m feeling kind of tired—us old people tend to get a little sleepy—so I’m gonna head out,” You then hobbled over to the elevator, Bucky following close behind with a huge smile on his face. You smiled and waved at everyone as the elevator doors closed. Everyone was laughing and Tony’s face was beet red and you knew he wouldn’t be making rude comments toward you or Bucky for at least a few weeks. You felt a little bit bad for calling him out so publicly, but you figured you’d wait a couple of days and then maybe apologize, so long as he did so first. As the elevator began its return to your floor, Bucky planted a kiss on your forehead.

“That was easily one of the best things I’ve ever witnessed,” said Bucky.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’ve been waiting years for an excuse to pull out that picture and I finally got my opportunity,” you said with a grin.

“Hey, you know how I said I’d try to come up with a better nickname for you than ‘mom?’ Well, I think I’ve got it,” He wrapped his arms around your waist and planted another kiss, this time on your neck.

“Oh, and what would that be?” you asked.

“Mine.”


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            Bail Organa sighed heavily, and massaged his temples tiredly. It had been at least thirty-six standard hours since he had last slept, possibly longer—in the flurry of frantic activity after the birth of the twins, Padmé’s death, and the rushed flight from Polis Massa, keeping careful record of the last time he had slept had not been at the top of his priority list—and he was beginning to truly feel the effects of the long hours awake. Closing his eyes, the senator allowed both of his hands to fall to the desktop with a quiet thud, his chin drooping to rest on his chest.

            His exhaustion ran deeper than mere lack of sleep, however. The last week had been one terrible, horrifying nightmare—and Bail knew it was only the beginning of the darkness. The future stretched out before them, and for the first time, Bail found that he could not see how the next day, the next week, the next month would be shaped. The dance of politics that had wielded the galaxy, shaping and molding, was no more. The puppeteer’s strings had been cut. Now there was only a twisting, confusing mass of tangled knots and empty, fluttering strings. Now there was a new puppet master, and all the rules had changed.

            So much is lost, he thought despairingly. Amidala. The Jedi. The Republic. And there would be more death in the days to come. More sorrow. More tragedy. More fire and blood and the shattering of hope. How did it come to this? How did we fall so far, so quickly?

            “Not so quickly,” a quiet voice whispered in his thoughts. “The first cracks were visible years ago, the rot growing right beneath your nose. But none of saw it; all of you were blind. Even you. Especially you.”

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The Best Night

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 2,589

A/N: Part five to the Raindrops series! This one doesn’t really have a plot as much as the next part will – it’s sort of a buildup. And once again, without Fem, I would never have been able to write this! She deals with my lack of grammar skills and procrastination like a pro. Oh, and don’t forget to let me know if you’d like a part six!

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PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR

Even breaths sent chills down your neck. Dean’s nose was pressed against your ear, his lips grazed your jaw.

Your body felt heavy, as if you woke up with a foot of snow holding your back flush against Dean’s chest. Some part of you had been craving comfort like this for ages, another told you to stand up and avoid an awkward confrontation.

A door slammed somewhere in the distance. You remained still in Dean’s embrace just as he woke up.

He sighed heavily and opened his eyes. You shut your own, quickly. His hand slid down your arm and you felt him move underneath you. Carefully, he placed your head onto a pillow and lifted the blanket up and over your shoulders.

It was then you decided to pretend to wake up.

“Mm.” You hummed, slowly beginning to stretch.

“Hey.” You whispered, eyes staring up at Dean’s back.

He turned around with one hand in his hair, “Hey.”

His voice was thick with sleep.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He said, clearing his throat.

“You didn’t. I think I heard something.” You sat up, clutching the blanket around your waist.

“It’s probably Sammy.” Dean began walking out from the room. “I’ll go check on him.”

You stood up and wrapped the blanket around yourself until it resembled the robes of an ancient sorcerer. Without Dean to guide you, you wandered around the halls in search of your room.

“I’m not that bad at directions.” You whispered to yourself. You turned another corner, only to find metal numbers that read 72.

“Almost.” You whispered and kept walking.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice made you jump.

You spun around. “Yeah?”

“What are you doing?” He asked before looking you up and down. “And why do you look like a burrito?”

“I’m trying to find my room.” You continued walking, “And a burrito? Really?”

You heard him laugh softly to himself. “What’s wrong with a burrito?”

“I thought I look a lot cooler. Like a sorcerer or something.”

He shook his head with a smile.

“You’re going the wrong way. Come on.” He motioned for you to follow him.

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself and tried keeping up with his strides. After what seemed like an eternity, you reached your room.

“Thanks.” You opened the door and stepped inside.

_ _ _ _ _

“Where’s Y/N?” Sam asked the back of his brothers head. Dean was pouring oil into a pan.

“In her room.” Dean grabbed a ladle and began pouring pancake batter to form small circles.

Sam turned a page in the newspaper, “Are those chocolate chips?”

“Huh?”

“In the batter.”

“Yeah. So?” Dean raised a brow at his little brother.

“Nothing.”

Dean flipped a pancake onto a plate.

“Did you end up calling Garth?”

“No, actually. It was a pretty clean case.” Sam took a sip of his orange juice. “Did you end up asking Y/N out?”

Dean’s spatula froze mid air.

“What did you just say?”

“I gave you the perfect chance!” Sam exclaimed, a smile fighting its way onto his face.

“Chance?” Dean looked at his brother, careful not to be too loud.

“Whatever.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Just eat your damn pancakes.” Dean said gruffly as he slid his brother a plateful.

“Did I hear someone say pancakes?” You practically skipped down the steps. You took the seat next to Sam.

“Hey.” He greeted, then dragged the bottle of orange juice across the countertop. “Want some?”

“Yeah, thanks.” You watched him pour it, “Are those chocolate chip?” You eyed his plate curiously.

“Yeah, Dean made them just for y-”

“Here!” Dean exclaimed, throwing a hard glare in his brother’s direction.

Pancakes were stacked high with practically a mountain of whipped cream on top. While you busied yourself with the cream and berries, Dean walked around the kitchen and kicked his brother’s stool. Sam gripped the edge of the counter.

“Real mature, Dean.” Sam said.

“What?” You looked up, mouth full of food. Both Sam and Dean rolled their eyes, seemingly at each other.

“You guys have got to stop doing that.” You stabbed a chocolate chip with your fork.

“Doing what?” They said in unison.

You stood up to grab a napkin, “That.”

While wiping the corners of your mouth you continued, “You guys always talk to each other without even talking!” You exclaimed.

Dean looked at Sam.

“See!” You pointed out.

Both men furrowed their brows at you.

You shook your head and continued eating.

“Anyways,” Sam spun back around on his stool, “I think I found a case.”

Mid-chew, you turned to him while squinting your eyes. “We just finished one.”

“She’s right, Sammy.” Dean pressed a palm against the counter, leaning his weight onto one arm. “And you just took one yesterday.”

You nodded and scooped up some whipped cream.

“I think it’s a shifter, Dean.” Sam pressed.

“Hey, look-” You shoved a forkful of whipped cream into your mouth, “I can call a hunter friend of mine. He’ll gladly take the case.”

“Who is he?” Dean asked.

“A friend of mine, don’t worry. I trust the guy.” You wiped the corner of your mouth.

“We’ll handle it.” Dean said.

“Huh?” Sam turned to his brother. “Y/N just offered us a break.”

“Come on, Sammy. She doesn’t need to call in any favors with her friend. We’ll handle it.” Dean assured Sam.

Sam shrugged and looked at you.

“I’m in.” You said.

Dean walked around the side of the table and shoved a finger in your pile of whipped cream before licking it clean and walking up the stairs.

“Now it’s ruined.” You sighed.

Sam just laughed and folded the newspaper back up neatly.

_ _ _ _ _

“Haven’t seen a shifter in years.” Dean said from the driver’s seat. “Remember the one with the baby?”

“Baby?” You asked.

Sam nodded, “We took care of a shifter baby.”

You nearly laughed. “A shifter baby?”

“It changed every five seconds!” Dean said.

You poked around a bag of gummy bears, smiling. Outside the car the sun was just beginning to set. Streaks of orange and yellow painted the sky. You shoved your hand into your pocket and pulled out your phone. After unlocking it, you squeezed the bag of gummy bears between your thighs and held the phone horizontally, aiming its camera towards the front window. The shutter sounded.

“Get my good side.” Dean joked.

“I didn’t know you had one.” You watched Dean roll his eyes through the rear-view mirror.

Sam smirked before saying, “Anyways, we should be there in a couple minutes.” He pointed left and Dean took the turn.

You gathered your hair up into a ponytail, allowing some strands to fall loose.

“Where are we supposed to find the shifter?” You asked, popping a yellow bear into your mouth.

“According to one of the witnesses,” Sam passed back a newspaper clipping with a photo of a middle aged woman. She was frowning. “Her husband took the car to the forest and never came back.”

“So, maybe the dude’s on a vacation.” Dean said.

“That’s what I thought also, but then she said that her husband’s car was still gone when she saw him in their bedroom.” Sam said.

“Wait, but then how did she survive? Wouldn’t the shifter kill her?” You asked. Dean agreed by turning to Sam and raising his brows.

“Apparently, she realized he was acting strange and when he tried to grab her, she hit him with a lamp and ran out the back door.” Sam said. “When police found her, she was hysterical. She told them a man with silver eyes was chasing her.”

Dean’s mouth formed an ‘O’.

“Definitely our kind of thing.” He added, steering the car into a motel parking lot.

You lifted up your duffel from the floor of the backseat. A candy wrapper clung to it.

“Sweet tooth?” You asked Dean, holding the wrapper in one hand. He took it from you and crumpled it up, tossing it into the rusted trashcan outside the entrance.

Sam already went inside and you watched him go back and forth with the manager.

“Sir, there are three of us. Do you see how that’s an issue?” Sam stared at the man. Dean walked up behind his brother. He eyed the manager curiously.

“I understand that, but we only have one room available!” He exclaimed.

“Okay, look-” Dean began. You placed a hand on his arm.

“Louis?” You looked at the manager’s name tag. He nodded and gave you a smile. “Louis, we need two rooms.”

“Ma’am, as I just said-”

“I see three keys on the board behind you.” You pointed and he turned to look.

“Those two,” he motioned to the top rack of keys, “are reserved for our regulars.”

“If one of your regulars shows up, I’ll clear the room. Promise.” You said. The brothers looked at you.

Reluctantly, Louis unhooked a key and pressed it into your palm. Dean slid a wad of cash towards the man who immediately counted it.

“All you gotta do is be nice.” You said, walking in between Sam and Dean.

“I was being nice.” Sam said while eyeing the numbers on the doors.

“Whatever you say.” You found room 24 and shoved the key into the lock.

“Twenty minutes?” Dean said while stepping into his room.

“Sounds good.” You answered.

When the lock finally gave in, you took a look around the room. “Not bad.” You whispered. For the first time in nearly a year, there were no stains on the carpet. The kitchen was clean, and there was a television across from the bed which you dropped your duffel bag onto.

You entered the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. The bruises on your wrists were nearly completely gone. While on the toilet, you looked over your ankle. You hadn’t peeled off the bandages that Dean wrapped last night.

_ _ _ _ _

“You still got some of that sandwich?” Dean poked around Sam’s bag.

“Dude.” Sam smacked his brother’s hand away, “I already ate half of it.”

“So?” Dean scrunched up his face. Sam rolled his eyes and pulled out a paper bag, shoving it at Dean’s chest.

Dean sat down at the small table. The chair legs were uneven, and he rocked from side to side as he ate.

“Sammy.” Dean looked up towards his brother.

“Yeah?” Sam said without turning around. He continued to search for something on his phone.

“Do you think,” He placed the sandwich down, “that Y/N would stay in the bunker?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I asked. Would she?”

Sam put down the phone and crossed his arms, a wide smile plastered on his face.

“I knew you liked her!”

“Do not.” Dean stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

“Do too.” The brothers bickered as if they were teenagers again. “I saw her all wrapped up in your blanket this morning.”

“I didn’t screw her, Sam.” Dean walked over to the trash can, tossing his napkin into it. “We just…slept together.”

The younger Winchester sat on the bed, “So, nothing happened at all?”

“No. I just held her.” Dean said.

Sam stared at him.

“And it was the best night I’ve had in a long time.”

Sam nodded, and without another word he walked into the bathroom.

_ _ _ _ _

The drive down to the forest was shorter than you had expected. Within less than thirty minutes, you stood in front of the tallest trees you had ever seen. Darkness settled between each branch. You weren’t able to see more than a couple yards ahead of yourself. You felt something cool touch the back of your hand.

“You’re going to need this.” Dean handed you a silver blade.

“I got bullets.”

“This is backup.” He said and began to trudge into the forest.

With each footstep, leaves crunched beneath your boots. Sam turned his flashlight on and shone it in front of you. He motioned to continue going straight.

Somewhere to your left, a branch snapped.

“Did you hear that?” You whispered to Dean.

He placed an arm in front of your chest and you stopped. Sam aimed his flashlight in that direction.

“I’ll go check it out.” He said and Dean nodded.

“What if he left?” You asked a couple minutes later.

“Who?”

“The shifter, dummy.”

“He didn’t. They always come back to where they live.” Dean said and stopped walking. “Did you hear that?” He asked.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’.

“Listen.” He whispered so low you hardly heard. Then again, you heard the same movement you had earlier. Instinctively you gripped his arm.

“Stay here.” He said and you slowly released your grip. “Don’t move.” Dean’s eyes locked with yours. You cocked your gun.

Dean hadn’t walked ten steps ahead before a shadow pounced on him.

“Dean!” You shouted and ran over. You heard him grunt as he punched at the shapeshifter.

You had never seen one so powerful. Each punch sent Dean sliding into the grass.

You pulled the trigger two times, only aiming at its legs.

“Dean, move!” You shouted, but Dean continued throwing punches. When you shot for the third time, the bullet hit bone.

The shifter ran in the other direction, limping.

“Nice moves, Rocky.” You looked at Dean whose chest was heaving. He smiled, his teeth visible in the dark.

“We should find Sam.” Dean said and you agreed. “The shifter might already look like me.”

“Two Deans?” You smiled, “Too much sass.”

“I’m not sassy.”

You continued walking alongside him. The forest seemed to get larger and larger, encapsulating you.

“Did we leave a trail?” You asked suddenly.

“We’ll figure it out.” He said.

“Good plan.” You said sarcastically.

“Oh, I’m the one with sass?” Dean joked.

You stopped short.

“What?” Dean turned around.

“Sh.” You heard a rustling behind you. Dean immediately raised his gun.

“There!” You saw movement. The shifter stepped out from behind a tree.

“Oh my god.” You said once you saw it.

“It’s not the first time.” Dean said, looking at himself.

You stepped closer to shifter Dean. It ran up to you in a blur and grabbed your neck.

You raised your knee and hit it in the stomach. It loosened its grip.

“Y/N!” Dean shouted. The shifter ran around you and stood by Dean.

You tried to tell them apart by the guns. Dean’s was silver, you knew that; but it was too dark to see.

“Y/N.” One of them said.

“Dean.” You whispered, eyes flicking between the two.

“It’s me.” The one on the left said.

“Prove it.” You nearly begged.

“You like chocolate chip waffles!”

You exhaled relief.

“Your socks have cats on them.” The other one said and immediately you froze.

“Y/N, test me.” The one on the right said. “Come here and test me.”

You walked over and pulled the blade out from your jacket. Immediately, the other Dean grabbed your arm and spun you around, holding a gun against your temple.

“Move and I’ll shoot her.” Dean’s voice said. Hot tears built up in your eyes.

“Let her go.” Dean was lowering his weapon.

“Can’t do that.” He said and immediately you were being dragged, inhumanly fast.

“Let her go!” Dean’s voice bounced off the trees and towards you. Dean’s knees turned to jello. He pressed his palm against a tree trunk to keep himself up.

“Fuck.” He whispered before shouting. “Fuck!”

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Prophet City: Part Two

A Dean x Reader / Superhero!Au

Part One

A/N: Terribly sorry for the delay in putting this out. I’ve been super busy with work but hopefully very soon I’ll have more time to write. I love this series, I love writing it, and I hope you love it too. Please, please, let me know what you think. I thrive off your feedback! xo

Word Count: 3,062

Other Characters: Jo

Warnings:
- language.
- mild violence.
- walking in the dark alone (idk if that’s a trigger, just don’t ever do that)

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*gifs are not mine.

Dean’s hand continued to rest along the small of your back as he guided you to the plush, red chair that was placed neatly in from of his desk. You sat down, resting your ruined purse at your feet.

Looking around his office, you noticed how well decorated it was, how everything seemed to have its own place. A specific painting caught your eye, hung along the left wall. It was one you’d recognize anywhere, a graffiti painting of a man with a bandana around his mouth, throwing a bouquet of flowers. One of your favorites.

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Pairing: NozoMaki
Words: 1,950
Summary: Nozomi was an excellent reader. She read Maki like a book, never failing to predict the next chapter. Maki, on the other hand, held a novel written in a foreign language.
Note: Happy Valentine’s Day @rins-legs! A gifto from me to you for @international-idols‘ V-day event! I hope my secret sources were right and you do like nozomaki, otherwise im sorry but take it anyway


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