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A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Chapter 8 - The Lion & The Dragon Pt. 3

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Warnings: None

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15(M), Ch. 16, Ch. 17(M), Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Bonus Chapter  


The second building that we visited was smaller than the first but didn’t lack the vibe the first on did. We were lead down a long hall to a conference room where two men sat. One, I had never seen before…the other, the man with kind eyes and a love of oversized sweaters.

As his usually soft gaze was stern as he looked at Junmyeon until his eyes met mine. The look that he normally gave me in the coffee shop reappeared and a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Suho…so good for you to finally join us,” the other man said.

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Imagine you're a powerful Emperor Pt. 2

Part 1

You lay on the bed, groaning, struggling, and gritting your teeth, “Come on. Come on, please!” Your body tenses and your back arches, and finally you collapse out of breath then exhale in frustration, “Just zip already you damn pants!” You sit up, still able to see over your swollen belly to your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Your pants sit on your hips, button undone, your fly having slid back down to the bottom, and your belt waiting in the loops for your attempt to fasten it. Your shirt, no longer fit perfectly, instead it now pulls tight across your pregnant middle. Flutters rise in your belly as you glared, “Oh you think that’s funny, forcing your father out of his clothes already?” You knew your clothes would eventually betray you, but your were not expecting it to happen literally over night. “Dear,” your wife speaks up having watched your failed attempt with mild amusement, “Why not just put on the new clothes the tailor made. He promised they would last the full nine months.” “The emperor never surrenders!” You declare trying to sound triumphant, “My belt! The buckle is large enough. If I can get it closed I can surely hide-” You strain again unable to thread the end tip through into the buckle, “Et tu belt!” You growl and continue to try and force your belt to thread together. In vain you try to suck in your stomach but it went no where. Your child was perfectly content within your womb and refused to be squeezed. Again your breath runs out and you let go of your belt. Defeated, you lean back on your hands looking down at your front with a frown. More flutters came causing you to smirk and gently rub your belly, “Alright, you win this round.” Your empress suddenly perks up, “Are they moving?” Without waiting for an answer, her hand was placed against your swell, “I… don’t feel anything,” she notes disappointed. “Still to small yet,” You remark placing one hand over your wife’s, “Only four months along. I can barely feel our child at times.” In breathe deeply in defeat once more and lean your head back, “Where did the tailor put those clothes?” The new set of clothes fit comfortably, and were a little loose for the time being. Both pants and shirts had panels along the sides hidden by your cloak that would stretch with your swelling womb. The accompanying belt appeared much to long at first but it too fit several notches above the tightest setting. You grimace as your investigate the new clothes wondering just how big your were going to get. Word had gotten around that your empire would have a new prince or princess soon. Of course, along with it came the argument of who was carrying the heir, the emperor or the empress. Many of your subjects assumed the latter. Regardless, it was information you would rather not expose until it could no longer be hidden. Anymore growth spurts like that one and the truth would have to come out sooner than later. Some nobles were already growing suspicious that it was you who was pregnant due to a sudden shift in your behavior. Once you were more than willing to leave the safety of the capital and observe the far reaches of your empire. However, now carrying a heir in your belly was made you much more cautious, more protective of yourself, as well as more selective of how far you wondered from the safety of the palace. Your middle becoming round from your heir only added more fuel to the fire. “Well which is it, sire?” a nobleman asks. “Which is what?” you inquire with confused look. A noblewomen gives an airy laugh from behind her fan, “My good emperor! Have you not heard? You are the topic of the rumor mill as of late!” The empress coughs slightly into her tea shooting a glance towards you then back to her drink, “A-a rumor? Of our good emperor? Wh-who would make up such tales?” she asks nervously. A second nobleman answers politely “It was a visual observation which started it, my emperor. Come now, sire. I hate the be that person but, erm, have you been enjoying the fruits of your rule a tad too much lately?” “I beg your pardon?” You ask in a flash of anger, “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh now, now, my emperor,” the noblewomen answers, “We do not mean any rudeness. There is no reason to get defensive over picking up some fat with age.” You stutter a moment at such a vile accusation, “Fat? Fat! That is the rumor the mill has spat? It is a lie. I’m not fat.” “My love-” your wife attempts to interject but your hormones were most certainty in control now. “I’m pregnant!” you shout not hearing your wife nor catching what you spoke until you speak it. Your eyes go wide and a look of horror overtakes your face as you clasp both hands over your mouth, desperate to will away what you just proclaimed. The room full of gossiping aristocrats became silent enough one could hear a pin drop as all eyes were suddenly glued to you. Several shock expressions, along with the exchange of winning bets filled the room Your wife muffles a groan as she buries her face into her hands. This was certainty not how both of you had planned to reveal it as such. In a panic, your eyes dart around the room, you suddenly feel queasy, “I-I have to go.” You speak quickly then dash from the room. Your panic fueled run takes you to a quiet corner of the palace gardens where you finally slow down to catch your breath and hold your head in anger and frustration, “That was dumb. Heaven and Hell that was dumb. How did I lose control like that so easily? They’ve undoubtedly ran off to confirm and spread that bit of news.” You lean against a wall, running one hand through your hair and idly resting the other against your swollen middle, “Cat’s out of the bag now little heir. It was going to happen sooner or later. Guess we’ll be staying under close watch from now on. Your mother is probably mad at me for doing that.” You grin and gently rub your stomach, “Granted, I don’t think you care one way or another, so long as I keep a supply of grapes coming.” You feel a light flutter and assume it was a yes. With the rumor that you were carrying the heir confirmed, travel within the capital city was proving to be more bothersome by the day. Over the next several months your child grew bigger and stronger, even wrapping your cloak around your frame failed to fully hide your swollen middle now. Being pregnant seemed to make everyone forget about your personal boundary and you being their emperor! And you despised every second of it. You became overly protective of your heir, shooting a glare at anyone who tried to get too close without permission and along with a toss from your guards if needed. Almost constantly when you were in public, even within the palace you would swivel your eyes and held one hand to your taught middle. You even accidentally growled at your empress a number of times when she caught you off guard, although you were quick to apologize for it each time and she just as easily forgave you. Too make matters worse an assassination target had been placed on your back. A group known only as the Carii had made you their prime target. The first attack came within a week of you carrying the heir becoming public knowledge. Your would be assassin blended seamlessly with the crowd and once close enough made a lunge for your back only to be stopped by one of your loyal guards. You drew your sword to the assassins throat demanding answers, but the only words he spoke were ‘The Carii shall end your blood line’ before biting into a cyanide capsule and collapsing. You were offering a handsome reward for any usable information leading to the capture of the Carii leader. Several mercenary groups had gone on the hunt, but the leader remained out of sight. Any members who were captured gave the same declaration before eating the cyanide capsule. The royal guard put their top resources on trying to determine where the Carii could be hiding out as well as keeping you safe. Understandably, you felt safe hidden away in the palace, away from the public and deep behind the guard’s defenses. It was becoming harder for you too move quickly the heavier your child grew and you felt short of breath after a short period of time of running. Even with this madness, you still had an empire to rule. You had the trust and respect of your subjects to maintain even with the Carii threat breathing down your neck. It was just before sundown when you were finally able to escape your royal duties and relax in your private quarters with your loving empress. A antique chaise lounge chair with a nest of pillows had become your favorite place to relax and allowed you to still gaze out a pair of heavily locked glass doors leading to a oil lantern lit balcony. “At last…,” you moan as you sink into the chair, feeling your back pain being near instantly relieved. Your hands quickly wonder down to your waist and undo your belt, button and zipper allowing your swollen belly more room in your lap, “There. Is that better little heir?” you ask rubbing the tight round mass making up your middle. You smile warmly as a kick meets your hand and you lean back. The empress takes a moment to sit between your legs gently places both hands on your belly, “You’re almost ready little heir, only a little longer now.” she speaks with a smile as she lovingly traces the child’s movements within you. “Little doesn’t describe our heir anymore,” you note, “We make big strong ones if these kicks and punches are any indication.” The empress giggles and hugs your round middle with beaming smile, “Strong and handsome sons. Fierce and beautiful daughters.” She carefully slides your shirt up then plants a kiss just above your navel forcing you to stifle a moan, “Oh?” She question looking at you, “What was that sound you just made, my emperor?” You answer with a knowing grin placing both hands atop your middle, “Nothing.” “You shouldn’t lie to your mistress, my little emperor,” she replies as she gently rubs the sides of your tight belly and kisses your navel, “You agree with me, don’t you little heir?” She asks moving on hand to trace your child’s movements as your belly distorts, “Papa shouldn’t lie to me now should he.” You clench your jaw as she strokes your middle, your skin had gotten incredibly sensitive over the last several months. Mix that with her honey like voice and surging hormones, it became hard to control yourself at times. Never did you think being pregnant would be such a turn on for you, “Kiss a bit lower and maybe I’ll tell you want that sound was.” Your wife grins, “Oh, playing this game are we?” “Maybe,” you answer with your own grin, “What can I say. I got a beautiful woman that I love tending to me. Can you really bl-” You suddenly turn and cough several times, “What was that for!” You sneer at your belly lightly rubbing the top, “Kicking my lungs like that, we both need them you know.” Your wife erupts into laughter and you feel your heir stretch within the confines of your womb, distorting its round shape briefly before settling again. “Alright, little heir,” your wife speaks gently rubbing the length of your stomach and planting one final kiss before pulling your shirt back over your stomach, “We’ll let you get some rest. It’s been a long day for you as well.” You huff and and rest your head against the pillows again, “If anyone needs rest its me from carrying you around. I don’t know if I can get much bigger.” “You can make it, my love.” She notes with a loving smile and a kiss, “You’re doing better then what my body could do.” “My sweet empress, I love you to death,” you reply, looking at her, “How many times have I reassured you already? We need to use my womb so we will. Now if I can get rid of the damn Carii I’ll being doing much better.” You let out a soft grunt and gently rub your swollen middle again, “Shh, don’t you worry in there. We will never let them get anywhere close to you.” You then turn your head towards the balcony, focusing on the heavy lock guarding the door and let out a forlorn sigh, “It’s a shame, such a beautiful night tonight. I rather be out there enjoying the breeze and fresh air. We need to get rid of that Carii.” You look back to your swollen belly again, “So that you can breathe the fresh air as well without worry.” “Don’t do anything rash honey,” your empress speaks sitting back upright on the lounge chair with a worried look, “I can’t bare the thought of losing both of you.” “I’m sure as hell in no condition to hunt them myself,” you point out, “And I would much rather not have our child born with a target on their back.” You breathe deeply in thought, “We’re running out of time though. I’ll have the guard up their efforts, and reconsider upping the reward.” Your wife smiles, “In that case, I’ll up my weapon training some more. It’s my job now, to keep our family safe.” You return the smile then look back at the stars, idling rubbing your belly as you wish and pray all would turn out for the better and soon.

William Nylander - White Orchid Part 2

PART 1

authors note: here is the continuation of my previous william nylander imagine. i know a lot of this is william’s family. but i hope that’s ok as i adore the nylander fam. there’s some fluff in there as well. my requests are also open now, so if you want to request a imagine feel free to do so. i hope you enjoy this and don’t be shy about giving me some feedback! i appreciate it a lot.

word count: 3158

Giving Jackie a high five you handed her a bottle of water. ” Well done Jacks. You just keep on getting better and better. Soon you’ll have to hire a professional to train with you on a regular basis. ” Looking at you, Jackie chuckled. ” Yeah well, you’re way better to play with than my brothers at least. ” You knew that the competitive side took over both William and Alexander in every way, shape and form. Even when they were playing against their sisters. At least when it came to tennis.

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Happy Birthday // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by mintokkies

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Fluff // Romance

Summary; Jaebum treats you to a candle-lit dinner for your birthday - but that’s not all he has in mind.

Authors Note: I heavily suggest that you listen to Happy Birthday by Kim Jonghyun from SHINee while reading the part where Jaebum starts singing to you~ You can find it here!

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“I love you” - E.D.

“I love you.” Ethan Dolan imagine.

A/N: So here’s the first requested imagine. 

Requested by @eteeweeteeeee

I hope you will like it! 

Word count: 1572

Warning: a bit of strong language towards the ending, underage drinking.

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-with love Sammy.




You were invited to a high school party, and you being you, had told about it to your boyfriend Ethan. “So? You wanna go to the party? I could go with you if you want me to.” Ethan offered. “Hell no! I’m not going.” You said sitting down on the couch in Ethan’s and Grayson’s’ shared apartment. “Why?”

“Well first of all, Mindy is the one throwing the party, and second of all I don’t feel like I want to spend an evening surrounded by horny, underage drunks.” You explained trying to prove that the party wasn’t worth your attention. “And what if it turns out completely different from what you think? I’m just saying, but maybe you should give it a shot.” Ethan kept trying, “last time I picked you up from a party you didn’t seem to complain, you were happy that you went, actually.” He reminded. Yeah, last party you went to wasn’t bad at all, but it also wasn’t thrown by Mindy. “I was drunk. That’s why I was happy.” You said trying to get out of this talk. “Plus, you don’t like that
I drink, so why do you want me to go? Huh?” you weren’t mad, you just didn’t understand. “Well, first- you, yourself said that you haven’t attended a party in a while, just two days ago, and second- I want to go with you.” Ethan explained standing up from the couch. You gave it a quick thought. “Okay.” Was all you said. “Wait what?” he turned around to look at you. “We’re going, but if I’ll want to leave, we will leave.” You warned standing up, next to Ethan who automatically wrapped his arms around your waist. “Yay.” He whispered smiling and pecking your lips.

As Ethan drove his car down the street, to the address that you told him, you felt anxious. Anxious, not because you didn’t like parties, but because of Mindy.  See the deal with that girl was that you weren’t friends. Matter of fact she was your bully, at least she had been. Now for the past 3 months she suddenly had left you alone. The invite to the party was a surprise. Ethan wasn’t the only one who had tried to talk you in on going, your best friend, Y/F/N, had tried as well. “Maybe she wants to change? Give her a shot.” She had said to you.  

“It’ll be fine” Ethan said taking your hand in his as he kept driving. Pretty soon Ethan had parked the car on the side of the street that was full of other cars, and you both got out. You went to the door hand in hand. Knocking you started to feel a bad feeling in your stomach, like something is going to go wrong. As the door opened you saw a girl with pitch blood hair and blue Barbie eyes, and the fakest smile in the world, in front of you. “Y/N! I already thought you wouldn’t come!” she exclaimed hugging you. “Hey, Mindy.” Was all you could get out. “And you must be…?” she asked looking at Ethan up and down. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t feel mad already. “Her boyfriend.” Was all Ethan said with a smirk on his face. “Great! Come inside you both!” she said gesturing for you to walk in the house. As you walked in she gave you a short verbal tour. “So! The alcohol is in the kitchen, snacks are in the dining room and the party is all around the place. Also,” she started turning around to face you and Ethan, she walked closer to him, “there’s a pool in the back yard. I’m pretty sure I didn’t mention that it’s a pool party.” She said standing so close to Ethan that he leaned his head back a little. “Thanks.” You said your voice full of hidden rage. “Great!” Mindy said and walked away. “That’s the most uncomfortable I’ve felt in my entire life.” Ethan mumbled. You took his hand and went to the kitchen. “I know you don’t like this but I might explode soon, so deal with it.” You said getting yourself a drink. “Don’t worry. It’s fine. Just don’t get too drunk. Okay?” he said standing next to you with a cup of soda. “That’s why you’re here.” You said and winked at him earning a giggle. “Let’s go dance?” You asked and without waiting for an answer dragged him by his hand towards the room that had the loudest music. You know, if you came to the party, you might as well try to have some fun. The smell of sweaty bodies, cigarettes and alcohol making you feel a bit sick, but you shrugged it off. You started jumping around and moving to the beat of the music playing as E stood next to you and just stared. “C’mon! Dance!” you said trying to get him to move. “I’m pretty sure, what you’re doing right now, doesn’t count as dancing.” He laughed. “Well if you would dance with me, maybe it would be different.” You said back. Eventually Ethan started dancing with you. Y/F/N showed up with her boyfriend and joined. You danced together until you ran out of breath. “I’ll go get something to drink.” You shouted over the music. “I’ll go with you!” Your best friend said. As you left the room you didn’t notice that Ethan was left alone, since Ryan, your friends’ boyfriend, had left to use the bathroom.

“I knew he would talk you in to this!” your friend said, you just laughed in response. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. At least we’re having a good time!” You said taking your cup and a cup of soda for Ethan in your hands, before walking back to the other room. “Shit.” You heard Y/F/N say. “What?” you asked confused, but not for long as the view made it all clear. You saw Mindy kissing Ethan. Ethan was shocked by the girls’ actions, himself, but you didn’t care because all you saw was your bully kissing the one you love. He pushed Mindy away.  You rushed out of the room putting the cups on the nearest shelf. Ethan saw, you walking away. You walked out of the house with abnormal pain in your chest. It was quite easy to make you jealous, but this was over the top. You didn’t know where to go. You just wanted to get your jacket from Ethan’s’ care and leave to god knows where, so you could be alone. 

You walked to the car, tears running down your face. You weren’t just sad or heartbroken, you were full of rage, ready to kill a bitch. As you walked right next to the car you realized that it was locked and you didn’t have the keys. “Y/N!” you heard Ethan shout after you as he was running your way. He stood right behind you, not knowing what to say. “I didn’t  k-“he stared but you cut him off. “I knew Ethan! I knew we should’ve never come to this party, to his house! I told you I didn’t want to go! But no! You had to talk me into this!” you started shouting at him. A part of you didn’t want to, because you knew it wasn’t his fault at all, but that part of you was pushed back as anger took over you. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled his head hanging low. “I already thought something was wrong when she gave me the invite and said “don’t come alone”. I knew! A bitch can’t change in a few months, and turn into an innocent butterfly! She has always been hurting me. She’ll always find a way! Did you know that she has been nice to only since we’re officially dating? She had planned all this all along! I just can’t believe I fell for it! All she wanted was to get your attention!” you kept shouting everything that came into your mind. “You know what the worst part is? It’s that I bet that you like her better anyways! You’ll probably dump me in a few days an-“you wanted to keep going on but suddenly felt the urge to just walk away. As you turned to the side to leave Ethan grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you back. He didn’t say anything, but sometimes actions show more than words.  He gripped your waist and kissed you. The ager, still boiling your blood, didn’t let you give in so easily, so you resisted and started moving your hands to get away. Your hands now in fists were hitting his chest. Ethan wasn’t giving up though, he grabbed both of your wrists, pushed you against his car and pinned your hands above your head to keep you steady. It didn’t take long for your fists to unlock, and you gave in the kiss. It was full of love and passion. Your anger calmed down, as his lips moved smoothly against yours. “I love you.” He whispered out of breath after pulling his mouth from yours. “I love you so goddamn much Y/N. And that bitch can go fuck herself. I love you and only you. You mean the world to me, alright?” Ethan said still holding your hands above your head. It was the first time ever Ethan had said the 3 meaningful words.

 “I love you.”

It’s Just Business (Part 3/?) (Rogers/Stark x reader)

Part 2

“Steve, not cool,” you snapped, “I think that’s overreacting just a bit, don’t you?”  You knelt down at Tony’s side to help him up, but he waved you off angrily in refusal and stayed put while his head still spun with dizziness from the hit.

“He’s insulting and disrespectful, and someone needed to teach him not to talk that way in front of a lady.  The Howard that I knew had at least a little more tact than that.  You think that he would’ve handed some of that down.”

“Don’t talk about my dad like you knew him so well,” Tony hissed.  “You don’t know shit.”

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Hello Walls
Willie Nelson
Hello Walls

Hello walls,
How’d things go for you today?
Don’t you miss her
Since she up and walked away?
And I’ll bet you dread to spend another lonely night with me
But lonely walls, I’ll keep you company.

Hello window,
Well, I see that you’re still here
Aren’t you lonely
Since our darlin’ disappeared?
Well look here, is that a teardrop in the corner of your pane?
Now don’t you try to tell me that’s it’s rain.

She went away and left us all alone the way she planned
Guess we’ll have to learn to get along without her if we can

Hello ceiling,
I’m gonna stare at you a while
You know I can’t sleep
So won’t you bear with me a while?
We gotta all stick together or else I’ll lose my mind
I got a feelin’ she’ll be gone a long, long time

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#10 dean ambrose

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10.  “Don’t be gentle.”

“You are going to get what you deserve,” Dean growled in a low, deep tone, tugging down your underwear, allowing you to kick them off for a second before pulling you down over his lap. “All you’ve done today is piss me off with your constant fucking whining and begging for attention.”

His fingers traced down your spine, lingering at the curve of your ass causing you to shudder against his knees. You could feel his cock pressing into your abdomen, growing harder and harder by the second but you daren’t move or say anything in case he stopped.

“Look at you wiggling your ass at me! You actually want me to do this, don’t you! I bet that was your plan all along. Piss Dean Ambrose so off so much that he slaps your little ass and fucks you into submission, huh?”

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Speculation time….

What if all of Liv’s lines to Rebecca tonight, “bet you thought it was Christmas”, “work your way back into his pants”, “who gets pregnant if they don’t want one”, Liv bringing up contraception, etc. was all foreshadowing dialogue leading up to the huge reveal that Rebecca had this planned all along? I mean all those comments, all at once, can’t just mean nothing.
I talked about this a long time ago and I wrote a post about it - I called Rebecca a closet manipulator that no one saw coming.
What if she was hoping to get pregnant that night so didn’t use protection on purpose? What if she thought that she could easily get pregnant with Rob’s baby just like the last time? However, her plan backfired when she found out she was further along during that scare, before she fled to regroup.


But because Robert and everyone else is already convinced that he’s the dad, she’s continuing with her plans. Because the bottom line is she wants Robert in her life one way or another, and she wants what he promised her, one way or another.

ON A SHIP HARBORED AT THE DOCKS IN TORTUGA

Claire Fraser: Don’t BLOODY walk away while I’m talking to you, Sparrow!

Jack Sparrow: I SHALL walk away until you remove your face from my presence, miserable strumpet. Though I’ve never met a strumpet that prattled on so shrewishly. Bad for business, darlin’. You’d best work on that, if you’re going to turn those admittedly nicely squeezable-looking goods into clink, savvy?

Claire: For the last time, I’m NOT a prostitute and you ARE going to help me save my husband from the English.  

Jack: Nahhh, don’t think so, luv.

Claire: [[stepping forcefully in front of him]] You bloody the fucking hell are!

Jack: [[staggers back, impressed]] Never heard of a woman that could swear better’thn me. S’unthinkable!

Claire: [[Raises her eyebrows sharply]] You’ve a small capacity for thought, then. Like the rest of you.  So. Very. Small. [[Eyes his manhood meaningfully]]

Jack: Ye’can’t know that! I mean… I’ve got HUGE capacities. MASSIVE! Huger than your brute husband’s, I’ll wager.

Claire: [[Snorts]] OH. OHHHH, I would pay good money to watch you try to win that wager against Jamie Fraser, Mr. Sparrow.

Jack: Well, as I won’t ever be encountering this unlucky Ginger mammoth, let’s just call it a draw, eh?

Claire: Look, I’ve already told you, you WILL be helping me, and we’re running out of time. I’ve four casks of first-quality rum, here. Once you help me rescue Jamie, they’re yours.

Jack: [[eyes her appraisingly]] And what’s to prevent me bashing you on the head, taking the rum for meself, and Jackie wins the day all round? OR…[[steps closer]]… we could arrange such affairs more…amicably, if’ye like. Perhaps…some rope…a few drinks…some—mutual titillation, before I take me rum and sail off into the sunset?I promise you’ll enjoy it, luv.

Claire: [[breathily, mock-coquettishly]] Oh, Mr. Sparrow… you have me positively quivering. However, I don’t think you’d enjoy that plan quite as much as you think.

Jack: [[grins devilishly and grabs her arse]] I bet I could change your mind, poppet.

Claire: No…. [[smiles sweetly as she removes his hand and crosses her arms]] Because I poisoned all four casks with a concoction that’ll liquefy your bowels and have you shitting them out within twenty minutes along with all the rest of your internal organs….Yes, that includes the pint you drank, oh, fifteen minutes ago?

Jack: [[wide-eyed]]

Claire: [[Stares him down, triumphant to the core]] And you’re only getting the antidote once you’ve promised to help me break my husband out of prison. [[leans in so she’s inches from his face]] Savvy?

I Think You’re a Burglar

Summary: Jackson encourages you to join him in the shower after you get home.

Genre: Smut

Length: 1120

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“Jackson!” you called out when you got home. When you didn’t receive a response, you searched around the apartment, looking for him. When you got into the bedroom, you heard the shower running. You knocked on the door to the bathroom. “Jackson.”

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Nick Spencer on Steve Rogers…

“Clearly, we are not looking to ruin what has become a national symbol and one of Marvel’s most storied characters, but also, an intellectual property that is worth untold billions of dollars,” Spencer told John Siuntres. “Like no, we definitely have a plan for how he gets out of this unscathed.”

…That was a Spencer quote from this article here. I’m willing to bet that these words were Disney’s warning TO HIM and he’s just parroting it back. 

Disney execs to Spencer a few months back: This character is worth billions of dollars, you asshole. Fix this!

Spencer, now: Oh I had planned to end SE the way I did all along, I just let you guys think Steve was a fascist for over a year and pissed everyone off in the process for shits and giggles.

Us to Spencer: 

Originally posted by fromthemotionpicture

Also us: How about we make none of the heroes a Nazi ever again, for any length of time and for any reason. Not saying your idea was horrid from the get-go, but your idea was horrid from the get-go and should have never happened, ever, no matter how you planned to end it, OMG.

Devil’s Trap - Part 3

Word Count: 2143

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, car crash

A/N: Holy shit you guys I made it through season 1! I’m so excited right now! I hope you like it! Send me your thoughts, comments, questions, predictions, suggestions, whatever. I like reading them! 

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“It shouldn’t.” John broke the comfortable silence as he walked into the room. “You did good.” You looked toward him a little shocked that he wasn’t mad.

“You’re not mad?” Dean asked. He was shocked too.

“Mad? I’m proud of you.” John said. Something about this was rubbing you the wrong way. The John you were used to would’ve been pissed first and proud later. “You know, Sam and I, even Y/N/N, we can get pretty obsessed. But you – you watch out for this family. You always have.”

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(Really Late Entry) Gajuvia Brotp Week: Rain

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Rain

When he wakes up, the sky is covered with thick, dark clouds.

Immediately, he can tell that Juvia’s upset.

By now, it’s sort of automatic. People from the guild still have trouble trying to figure out the difference between regular rain and Juvia-rain but he’s been friends with her long enough to just know. Regular rain smells like wet grass and freshly dug earth but Juvia-rain has that nostalgic far-off ocean smell that just feels sad. It makes him think of warm nights with Metallicana, singing songs with him, playing the guitar—you know, moments that are never going to happen again, ever. It’s not something that he can accurately explain.

But anyway, the point is, Juvia’s sad and he’s going to have to be the one to fix it before she drowns the entire city.

So the first thing he does is look for Stripper because chances are, if Juvia’s upset, then it’s probably his fault. Then, he realizes that, that’s probably not fair of him because Stripper’s actually an okay guy and he’s pretty nice to Juvia for like, ninety-five percent of the time. So he decides to just head to Juvia’s apartment, ask her what’s wrong and give her saltwater taffy. It’s not raining so he figures that she’s not yet too upset and he still has time to nip this in the bud.

When she opens the door, she looks a little surprised (and confused) to see him.

“Gajeel-kun?” she says, her brows scrunching up.

“Hey,” he says. She’s smiling at him and wearing a nice dress that surprisingly shows off her shoulders and arms. In her hands, there’s a girly, little summer hat, her pink umbrella and a wicker basket decorated with all these blue ribbons. All in all? She definitely does not look like a girl who’s miserable over something.

But the thing is, he knows that she’s the one behind the dark clouds and he’s never wrong about these kinds of things.

He’s sure that she’s sad and is just hiding it. He’s seen her do it during their Phantom Lord days. She can be a fantastic actress when she wants to be.

“So…what’s wrong?” he bluntly says. No point in beating around the bush. He has a mission this afternoon so he wants to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“W-What?” Juvia incredulously says.

He holds out the saltwater taffy he’s just bought her. “Look, I know you’re sad and stuff. So just tell me what’s wrong so I can give you this and help or whatever.”

He doesn’t get why she won’t tell him. She’s usually a lot more open with him when something’s bothering her. Seriously. If she’s sad or pissed, she will straight up tell him.

“Why on earth would Juvia be sad?” she says. Her cheeks redden and a dreamy look crosses her face. “She just came back from a mission with Gray-sama!”

“Really?” Gajeel says, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “So what did he do? Was he an ass to you? Because if he was—”

“Why would you think Gray-sama was being an ass to Juvia? He was nothing but sweet during our trip!” she says, looking offended in behalf of Stripper.

“Because I know you’re distressed and stuff and since you just came back from a mission with him, I figured he caused it—”

“For millionth time, Juvia is not distressed or upset or sad. She’s perfectly fine!” she says, looking at him as if he’s crazy.

“But the clouds—”

“Natural rain—”

“I’m pretty sure that it’s not—”

“Gajeel-kun—”

“What?”

She puts her hands on her hips and arches a brow. “Do I look like a person who’s secretly crying on the inside?”

He looks at her bright, sunny outfit and ridiculously cheerful hat and basket.

“Okay, fine. Maybe not,” he grudgingly admits.

“See? You’re overreacting.” Her smile widens and she happily walks out of her apartment and locks the door from behind her. “But Juvia is happy that you’re so concerned for her.”

“I wasn’t,” he hastily mumbles. “I just didn’t want you crying and making it rain all over the place.”

“Right,” she disbelievingly says. She impishly taps a finger against his nose and giggles. “Maybe Gajeel-kun should get his nose fixed—”

“Quit it!” he says, swatting her hand away.

She gestures for the taffy and he rolls his eyes and tosses it over to her. She gives him a huge grin in response and chirps, “Thanks, Gajeel-kun!”

“Whatever.” He watches her fix the ribbons on her basket. “Why are you wearing that anyway? What’s with the basket?”

“Juvia has to look nice for today. And she’s going shopping!” she brightly tells him.

He gives her a blank look. “Shopping?”

She nods her head. “Yes. Juvia was planning to do it yesterday but…her mission with Gray-sama took longer than expected. So she decided to take a break and do it today!”

He’s sure that he heard a small crack in her voice when she said ‘but.’

He gives her a look of suspicion.

“What are you even going to shop for?”

“Oh…stuff,” she evasively tells him.

Okay, she’s definitely hiding something. And the clouds still haven’t gone away.

“And I bet you want me to come along with you so I can carry all your stuff, right?” he says.

“Um, actually, not really—”

He heaves a big sigh and makes a show of being annoyed. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

“But—”

He grabs her by the elbow and carefully steers her towards the exit.

“You know, you really should stop making me go on your shopping trips,” he grumbles.

“But Gajeel-kun,” Juvia whines. “You never went shopping with her. And she never asked you to come.”

Obviously, he knows that. He’s not stupid. But something’s up with her and he’s not comfortable with leaving her alone until he knows for sure that she’s okay. They’ve only been in Fairy Tail for a few weeks so they haven’t really made a lot of friends yet. At this point, they’ve really only got each other when it comes to sharing their problems.

And he knows that she has a problem.

His nose is never wrong.

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You Felt Nothing [The8]

Genre: Angst

Word count: 649


Originally posted by dokzi

“So, all this time, you’ve felt nothing?” Minghao asked you, letting out a shaky breath. His tearful eyes looked into yours and you swallowed the lump growing in your throat. You never meant for it to end this way.

“I-I wouldn’t say I felt nothing at all. Minghao, you’re my best friend. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

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Mark Scenario - First Time Sunshine - Smut-Ish

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Anonymous said:

Can you please do a mark scenario is which it’s the day after you lose your virginity to him ,plz try to make fluffy and smutty . I LOVE YOUR BLOG💕💕💕

A/N: Didn’t do all the way smut for this one so if you would prefer that, I would be more than happy to write an extension including that! And thanks for the love, lovely!


You began to wake up, slowly, letting the memories from last night slowly fall into place. You remembered how just that previous night, you’d had sex for the very first time with your boyfriend, Mark. Maybe you’d been a late bloomer, considering you were already in your early twenties. Last night had made you question why you’d waited so long. It’d still be awkward and a little painful, but it had also been good. You were happy.
When you opened your eyes, your room was bright with the sunlight that filtered through the haze in the sky. You could see Mark sprawled out on the other side of the bed, laying on his back and his platinum hair flopped on the pillow. He was still asleep.
But as if he could feel your eyes on him, he started waking up, his eyes fluttering open. Once he saw you looking at him, he gave a sleepy smile.
“’Morning,” He said stretching without making any moves to get out of the bed.
“Good morning,” you replied with a big smile.
“You doing ok?” He asked, rubbing his eyes as he went through the remaining process of waking up. “No pain?”
“No, don’t think so.” You said smiling. He returned it, reaching out a hand to cup your cheek.
“Surely you don’t want to go again so soon?” He said chuckling. You shot him a flirty look, rolling your shoulders.
“Maybe, I’m not sure I’m in the mood right now.” You said, teasing him.
“Oh? But you could get in the mood?” He said, reading between the lines, an almost goofy grin spreading over his face.
“Possibly, if you want to, too, that is.” You said and he laughed.
“I’m not that hard to convince, love.” He said wrapping his arms around you.
“I was betting on that.” You said, giggling as his fingers danced lightly over the exposed skin of your legs and arms, occasionally slipping under the edge of the shirt you were wearing.
“That’s just see where things lead.” He whispered leaning in. He kissed you tenderly, a smile on his face. Electricity flowed through your body, your nerves coming alive from his touch. A cocktail of interest, elation and anticipation swirled in your stomach. While you were only in panties and a t-shirt, he was in briefs and a pair of thin sweats.
While the kisses and sensations and actions from the night before had been intimate, tender, the morning’s were playful. Both you kissed each other with smiles on your faces. You tangled your fingers in his hair with your arms around his neck while he shifted his body, getting on top of you and between your legs. You hooked your legs around his waist, his skin warm against yours.
“I wonder if I flipped the switch last night, you seem particularly into it today.” Mark said, chuckling to himself between peppering kisses. You rolled your eyes, letting your fingers explore the muscles of his chest and abs, moving over every curve.
“Hormones are crazy things.” You replied. You felt him smirk against your lips, deepening your kiss. He moved his hands, slowly kneading your breasts through your shirt, moving his thumb over your nipple. You moaned, arching your back. You’d had a taste of it and in that moment, you just wanted more. Slowly, you grinded against him, making him groan much like you were.
You were thankful that he didn’t have any schedules for the day, a short break for Got7 before they kicked off another part of their tour where you wouldn’t see him for weeks.
“Mark…” You whined, wanting more than just light foreplay. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
“Oh, getting a little horny huh?” He commented, pulling back so he could look at you with a smirk on his face. Again, you rolled your eyes.
“Maybe,” You finally conceded, earning another laugh from him.
“Do you really want it?” He asked in a lower voice, pressing kisses into your neck. As he hit your sensitive spot, you groaned, almost involuntarily grinding against him.
“Mark…” You whined, and he again laughed.
“So tell me what do you want?” He asked, slipping his hands under our shirt. Your breath hitched in your throat.
“More…” You said and he laughed, dropping his head into the crook of your neck.
“That’s not a helpful answer!”
“I don’t know what you say!” You replied defensively.
“Well, let’s start with no sex, it’s too soon for that.” He said and you nodded.
“Third base?” You suggested.
“For me or you?”
“Well, you came last night, I only came once.”
“Same!”
“But can’t I enjoy the female privaledge of multiple orgasms?”
“You’re so lucky I enjoy making you moan.” He said crashing his lips against yours. Much of that playful air in your kisses evaporated. His hands moved further up on your skin, ultimately pushing your shirt off. He brought his body closer to yours, wanting you to stay warm and exposed to too much of the cold air in your bedroom.
He left a trail of kisses from your jaw down your neck and over your chest, teasing your nipples with his mouth for a short moment before his peppered more kisses over your stomach, ultimately coming to your panties. He hooked his fingers in them, pressed deep kisses into your hipbones while he pulled them off your legs.
You whined, rolling your body while he pressed kisses into your inner thigh, not where you wanted him to. Another round of chuckles from him later, you finally felt his tongue and mouth against your heat. Slowly he wove his tongue between your folds and around your clit. He dipped his tongue in and out of your core, barely getting past your entrance. It was still enough to make your blood turn hot and muscles begin to continuously tighten. At the same time, his fingers danced over the skin of your stomach and things, soft as butterflies and more than enough to send shudders through your entire body. It really wasn’t long before you felt that your climax was around the corner and your hands snapped forward, gripping onto his hair. You did your best not to pull too hard as your orgasm rocked through your body.
Once you had finished, he pressed more kisses into your hipbones before moving his body up over yours, pulling you against him under the covers.
After a few moments where the only sounds were the movement of sheets and your breathing, you finally broke the silence.
“So I wonder how long it’ll be until one of your members calls you.” You asked, making him laugh.
“God, let me check. I bet they’ve already texted.” He said reaching for his phone on the side table. “Yep, they’ve all texted me. Jackson and BamBam were about as subtle as a boulder to the face. BamBam said “How was y’alls first time doing it?” while Jackson said “Bro you have to tell me how *it* went!” Along with more explicit terminology. Jinyoung was just like ‘Let me know when you plan to be back. Hope you’re having fun.’ Jaebum told me to be responsible and Yugyeom said he hoped I had fun.” He said, reading the messages. You laughed, pressing your face into his neck.
“They’re truly supportive.” You said and he sighed.
“Yeah, and nosy as hell.” He said before turning back to you. “But I am having a great time.” He kissed your temple. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face, wishing you could stay in bed for the rest of the day.

Old Wagers

“Here.” 

Hawke turned, blinking furious as Cullen deposited a sack of coin into his hand. The Champion was no stranger to being given ambiguous sums of money by random people, but usually it was after having done something of note or killing something.

“Did I kill somebody I was supposed to and forget about it?” Hawke asked, cocking a brow at the curly-haired Commander. Getting money out of Cullen usually involved doing something nice for Templars, and that was not something that Hawke had done recently, as far as could be recalled.

A smirk formed on Cullen’s lips, “Just settling a wager.” and he strode off with an amused whistle towards the War Room.

Hawke turned to Varric, blinking a bit, “I don’t remember making any bets with him recently, do you?”

The dwarf shrugged, “Maybe it was something from back in Kirkwall? You did do a lot of odd jobs for just about everyone.” Varric leaned against the wall, enjoying getting to spend a few minutes with his best friend before they’d be off to siege a fortress or something else grand and heroic of that sort. He couldn’t help be amused watching the wonder at which Hawke emptied the gold from the pouch.

“There’s got to be at least 100 sovereigns here. What in Andraste’s name did I do and how do I make it happen again?” money wasn’t a severe issue for Hawke these days, but getting handed that much by Cullen of all people and not remembering why, that was pretty rare.

That was when the human’s eyes turned and spotted the Inquisitor darting up the hall past them, going catching the Commander just outside the War Room door and sliding an arm in to hold onto his. That’s when it hit, just what this was all about, and realization dawned on Hawke’s face.

With your luck, Knight-Captain, you’ll end up falling for a mage. A bloody mage. Bet you 100 royals it’ll be a damn apostate too.”

A wolfish grin took over the Champion’s features, “Tell you what, Varric, before we leave, let’s grab drinks and do some planning. I feel like we’re going to need to arrange a congratulatory gift for Cullen. The man might actually get laid sometime in the near future.” 

Varric glanced at the door the couple had just vanished through, “I might know a few tricks to help that along.” there was a glint in his eye. “We’ve got a very skilled Antivan here who plays a mean hand of Wicked Grace.” 

Welcome To My World.

Titled: ‘Welcome To My World’ 

Paring: Dean x reader; brief Bobby x reader and Dean x Bobby x reader 

Summary: You are Bobby Singer’s niece and Bobby needs you to help him with Dean, and Dean doesn’t even know what’s in store for him. 

A/N: This is my entry for the Songs Of Season Two Supernatural Challenge by the one and only @torn-and-frayed ! You are amazing Steph! This fic was inspired by the song Rooster by Alice in Chains. And this is also my Supernatural Hiatus Fic for this week! I am so sad it is the last one!! :( 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, and language. A lot of it, sorry I was just feeling it for this one.

Word Count: 3,094. Nice.

Tagging: @one-shots-supernatural @sincerelysaraahh @soaringeag1e @castiels-colette @plaidandwhiskeydean @kaz2y5-imagines @winchester-writes @torn-and-frayed @winchesterwhisper @winchester-clique @winchesterreaderinserts @ilostmyshoe-79 @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @sis-tafics @abaddonwithyall @ivvitm1109 @mysteriouslyme81 @msimpala67 @a-gift-from-below @thegirlwiththeimpala @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @erena-white-wings @bovaria @blacktithe7 @samsgoddess @supernaturalfreewill


“Uncle Bobby! But why!?” You sighed frustrated. 

“Bobby! What are you talking about? Do you feel alright?” Dean said tempting to lay a hand on Bobby’s forehead. 

“Because, Y/N. It’ll be good for you and you are always the one saying you want to go on hunts. Well, here is your opportunity.” Bobby said shrugging. 

“Dean, you can’t keep hunting alone anymore, son! And you know I am in no shape to go on hunts the way you do.” Bobby said not really having to explain himself to Dean. 

“Okay, Uncle Bobby. I am going to trust on this. So who is this Dean fellow anyway?” You said letting your uncle’s judgment win you over. 

“I know, Bobby. I guess you’re right. Just this one time though. So this is we’re talking about?” Dean said agreeing with his adoptive father. 

“IT’S A GIRL! No, no way. I don’t hunt with girls.” Dean said not even wanting to think about it anymore. Bobby rolled his eyes to the back of his head. 

“Don’t let me forget this is my niece we’re talking about. She’s a good girl and you are going to do it. And also don’t get any funny ideas,” Bobby said with a warning tone in his voice. 

“What gave you that impression, Bobby?” Dean scoffed trying to make himself sound somewhat innocent. “I don’t want to hear that talk and you know what I mean, Dean. She is coming tomorrow so I want best behavior.” Bobby said pointing a finger at Dean. 

“Alright, alright. But I am not going to be happy about it.” Dean grumbled defeated. “That’s fine because you’re not my problem.” Bobby said chuckling which made Dean’s cheeks get hot. 


“Oh yeah doesn’t Dean have a brother? Sam right?” You said starting to remember the boys very vaguely. “Yeah that’s right, Y/N.” Bobby said with a little smile. “Now, Y/N I want you to keep that boy in line and don’t listen to any of his ideas. That boy can be silly at times.” Bobby said expecting the most out of his only niece who was more like the daughter he never had. 

“Yes, Uncle Bobby.” You said hugging him. 

Bobby hugged you back and he could only pray that his idea would go smoothly as it sounded in his head. 


You showed up at your Uncle Bobby’s place around nine the next morning. You saw the impala and you briefly recalled seeing that pull up in front of Bobby’s house and hear that engine purr. And then two boys would step out. One was taller making him the older one and making the smaller one the younger one. 

You remembered playing with them. You would play in the backyard and and walk around your Uncle bobby’s junk yard and Dean would talk to you about the cars. Then you remembered when you and Dean were both still just naive teenagers, Dean pinned you against a tree, and he leaned in and kissed you. 

So you and Dean do know each other and have for quite some time but you both never though you would see each other again. Not after…well you know. But here you are now years later. Hopefully things between you and Dean won’t be awkward and you two will just get the job done.

But things for you and Dean we’ll never simple. 

You hopped up the steps to your uncle’s porch, you did not even hesitate to knock on the door. You knew Bobby was up, he was a night owl but he always up at the ass crack of dawn much like you. “Come in, Y/N.” Bobby yelled from outside the door. 

The door creaked when you opened it and you were greeted by Bobby and Dean. “Hi Uncle Bobby.” You said opening your arms for a big bear hug. He hugged you back and Dean just took a step back. “Y/N, you remember Dean right?” Bobby breaking away from you not a moment too soon and re-introducing you to Dean. 


“Y/N, this is Dean and that’s his younger brother Sam-” Before Bobby could finish he was abruptly cut off. “It’s Sammy, Bobby!” The boy who Bobby was Sam cried. “I’m sorry its Sammy and as I was saying they are going to be staying with us for the weekend.” Bobby said earning little snickers from Sam and Dean. 

“That’s cool. My name is Y/N and its nice to meet you and Dean.” You said showing Sam and Dean your hand, and you held out for Dean and Sam to shake. They each shook your hand and Bobby was just glad you three were getting off the right foot. 

That was the just start of a relationship that would go on for more years to come between you and the oldest Winchester. 


“Yeah, I remember Dean.” You said smiling a bit and holding your hand out just like you did when you were kids. Dean took your hand and shook with a nice grip. “Dean, you remember my niece, Y/N right?” Bobby said looking directly over at Dean. “How can I forget?” Dean said chewing the inside of his mouth. 

“Right.” Bobby said exaggerating the t at the end. “I went ahead and got the coordinates for you.” Bobby said bringing you and Dean into his library slash living area. You and Dean followed Bobby and you both eyed each other when the other wasn’t looking. 

“Thanks, Bobby.” You both say at the same time. You tow just looked at each other and laughed as Bobby rolled his eyes. “I am so glad you guys are getting along, now come on lets get serious.” Bobby said sitting down at his desk and ready to give you two the let know on this hunt you were about to tackle. 

You and Dean both listened intently but Dean couldn’t help losing focus and just staring at you. He never thought he would see you again. Not after that night. Even though he didn’t want to admit it he was glad to have you along with him on this ride. 

“That’s all I think there is too it. You two can help yourselves to coffee and whatever is in the fridge but I think your best bet is to hit the road today.” Bobby said being honest. You both nodded, you had your arms crossed. That’s what you did when something was on your mind or you were really concentrating on something.

“Do you need anything, Dean?” You asked already mapping out different types of plans in your head, clearly ready to get a move on with this hunt. “Uh no I don’t think so.” Dean said shaking his head. “Well, Bobby we’re heading out.” You said clapping your hands together. 

“Alright, well be safe and I love ya.” Bobby said giving you a hug. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to hold onto to that moment. You and Bobby pulled away at the same time and Dean just kinda stood there awkwardly. Bobby shook Dean’s hand and wished him off. 

You started making you way to the door and Bobby pulled Dean by his shoulder to his mouth and muttered under his breath. “Don’t even think about hooking up with her, Dean. You can’t put her through that again, the agony and pain of a heartbreak and make her wonder what she did was wrong. I won’t allow it.” Bobby said wanting to make it clear to Dean. 

Dean nodded his head and swallowed nervously and hard. He knew he was a complete asshole to you back in the day and you didn’t deserve that but he also saw it as  a good sign for you to agree to do this hunt with him. 

Before you knew it, you hit the road and now you were on the country back roads and you had a while to go until you got there. You and Dean didn’t dare to say a word to each other. You both didn’t really know what to say. What were you going to say like, 

“Oh hey good to see you after you broke my heart nine or eight years ago or so. How’s your life?” 

And Dean’s was more on the lines of, 

“Hey remember me the total douche of a dude that broke your heart nine years ago. That was me. What’s been going on?” 

You let out a few sighs here and there and Dean finally asked you. “What is your problem?” He said rolling his eyes in your direction. “I don’t have a problem its just..oh forget it.” You said cracking one of your knuckles. “Oh no please come out with it, I dying to know now, Y/N.” Dean said sounding slightly sarcastic but more like an asshole. 

“Well, if you insist Dean. You don’t listen to music while you’re driving!?!” You exclaimed holding up his classic box of cassette tapes. Dean chuckles to himself. This was typical for you. “I thought you didn’t like that kind of music so I kept it off.” Dean said with a shrug of his shoulder. 

“I love this kind of music!!” You said holding one of them up. Dean shook his head and took the tape out of your hand and put it in. The rest of the ride was filled with your’s and Dean’s favorite genre of music. You arrived to the motel late that night, and incidentally fell asleep in the impala. 

When you got to the motel and Dean snickered at himself, and as he went to take a picture. He stopped himself and he stared at you and then he began to stroke your hair up and down until you woke up. 

You woke up with a start and you looked a little frazzled. “D-dean how long was I out?” You asked in a tired voice and yawning a bit at the end. “When you stopped singing to yourself along with the radio, I knew you were out.” Dean said winking one if his eyes. 

You sat up better and you realized that you were at the motel. “Oh we’re here.” You said blushing opening the door. “You don’t have to be embarrassed., Y/N. I didn’t take any pictures. And if it makes you feel better I promise not to tell anyone.” Dean said with a little grin.


When you were younger, you would do anything to stay awake. Even when you were dead tired, you still persisted on staying awake. You were not going to fall asleep on two boys. You kept nodding off but you would instantly force your eyes open. 

Dean noticed as you and him and Sam all sat on the couch in Bobby’s living watching some cartoon on the TV. “Y’know you don’t have to stay awake for me and Sammy.  We won’t mind.” Dean said catching your ear. “But if I go to sleep I might miss something!!” You explained, the typical logic for a eight year old. 

“Here, you can go to asleep on me, and if something happens I’ll wake you up.” Dean suggested opening his arms up for you. You looked at him warily for a second and you figured it wouldn’t hurt. You laid your head down on his lap and you went out like a light. 


By that point, you and Dean were both out the impala, just starting at each other. “You remember that?” You said looking down and smiling. “Hell Yeah, Y/N.” Dean said meaning how he could forget. You opened the door to the back of the impala and took out your bag. 

Dean did the same and didn’t take his eyes off of you. You didn’t say another word about it and decided to keep that moment between you and Dean in mind and moved on. You and Dean got a room with two beds and crashed in your room. 

As late as it was, you agreed to start the hunt in the morning and get some rest. It didn’t take you as long to fall asleep as you thought it would considering how you were out for and the fact that Dean let you sleep. None the matter, you refused to start liking Dean again but as this might be his whole scheme with this in the first place. 

It was working a like a charm and he was making it harder to resit him. 


You got up early the next morning, I mean really early. It wasn’t necessary to get up that early but you were just ready to get to the day and get it over with. You decided to let Dean sleep a little bit, thinking of how he drover you all the way. 

But then again there was no point in offering to drive because Dean would never hand over his keys to his baby over to anyone that easily. 

But at 8:30 a.m., you turned on the lamp right beside his bed and told him rise and sunshine, sweetheart. Dean cracked one of his eyes open and already gave you one of his classic ‘I will shoot you’ face. 

But you were really throwing Dean’s words back into his face. He woke you up the same way when you were both teenagers and you were at the phase where you tried to act like you couldn’t stand each other, when deep down you were mad for each other. 

Dean rubbed the sleep out of eyes and sat up and asked how long you had been up taking notice how you were pretty much ready to go for the say. “UH what time did I get up this morning? I think I got up at 4:30 a.m.” You said squinting your eyes in attempt to remember what the clock said exactly. 

“Wow, you got up even before the Rooster would get out and do his thing.” Dean scoffed as he took the coffee you had waiting for him when you got up. “What do they always say, Dean? The early bird gets the worm.” You said shrugging one of your shoulders. 

“You’re going to be hurting later, Y/N.” Dean also said with a bit of concern in his voice. “I’ll manage, Winchester.”  You said strongly. “Okay, whatever you say, but just let me know if you start feeling crappy okay?” Dean said being completely serious. “If I swear I will, will you stop looking at me like that?” You said laughing a little. 

“I’m not looking at you like anything!” Dean answered very defensively, and he knew right when that came out it sounded quite like the opposite. “Sure, Dean sure.” You said taking a sip of your coffee and walking away. 

Dean remained there thinking to himself that he was hopelessly slowly falling back in love with Y/N, but appears that you don’t feel the same anymore. 

Now he knows what you felt like that night. 

“Dean, can we talk outside? I have something to tell you.” You said suddenly. Dean nodded his yeah and he followed you out the back and door of your Uncle Bobby’s house. It was starting to get cooler at night but a shiver went down your spine not only because of that. 

“So you said that you had to tell me something.” Dean asked you being more confused than ever. “Yeah about that…” You said pushing a part of your hair out of your face and behind your ear. You were really close to just coming up with and lying to yourself and Dean. 

But then you thought to yourself. 

No, not anymore. 

“I like you Dean!” You said coming out with it. Dean just looked at you and cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, Y/N I like you too. You’re okay.” Dean said shrugging his shoulder, clearly not getting what you are saying. “No, I know you like me, Dean but I like, like you.” You said starting to get a little nervous and thinking maybe it wasn’t such a good idea in the first place. 

“Oh, Y/N…I…” Dean said not really knowing to say to that. He didn’t really like you that. “Oh.” You said swallowing hard and trying to hold back tears. You didn’t want to show Dean it made you that upset, enough to make you cry. “Y/N I’m sorry but.” Dean said reaching out his hand to touch you on the shoulder. 

“No, Dean don’t be sorry for the feelings you don’t have for me. I’m sorry.” You said taking a step back and storming away from Dean. 

Even though you felt really stupid, Dean felt that idiot. 


Dean never forgot that night. 

“Dean! Are you coming or not!” You shouted, sighing looking down at your clock. You hated getting a late start and you almost felt like Dean was holding you back on purpose. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Dean said coming out all dressed according to an FBI agent standards. 

“You look…nice.” You said straightening out his tie as he approached you with his hands up in the air as a way to ask you, ‘well, how do I look?’  “Hey, do you really think that they’ll give us access to actual police reports?” You asked him biting the lower part of her lip. 

“With this face, I can get away with anything.” Dean said throwing his hands up taking a lot of pride in himself. You rolled your eyes and you told him you would meet him at the car. 

Dean said okay and watched you go out. Dean didn’t know what he was going to do with you. 

Or with his feelings. 

The End!! 

Scott- A Place In Mine

Request- Can you do a Scott imagine where the reader is one of the family members in the Hale fire that wasn’t a Hale and she comes back during the events of 3b or s4 and somehow get’s caught up in something in which the pack has to save her or something

A/N- Here you go! Sorry if this imagine and the last one look different from the usual format, but my personal laptop is totally fried and is soon to become scrap. I had to use a different program, but I will be back to my usual one soon. Next up is either a Malia, Stiles or Isaac imagine.

You squeezed through a pair of sweaty freshman, biting back a sound of disgust as they continued to grope each other after you passed. You said freshman, but you weren’t exactly sure what grade they were in because you didn’t go to their school. You assumed they went to Beacon Hills High, although you hadn’t lived in town for years.
You continued to make your way through the crowded party, all the while wondering what was happening to kids these days. You hadn’t been that gross as a freshman.
As soon as you made it to a less crowded corner of the lake house you were at, you turned back to the real reason you were at this party. Your eyes scanned the room carefully, but there was no sign of the alpha you were trying to find. There was no sign of Scott McCall.
You sighed as you stared out at the freshman, wondering why you were even there. It was true that you hadn’t been in Beacon Hills for a while, and you weren’t exactly sure why you were returning now. You had lived with your legal guardian, Laura Hale, after your parents had died in a large fire, along with most of her family. You, Laura, her brother Derek, and her uncle Peter were the only survivors, even though Peter had been barely hanging on. After he killed Laura in a crazed attempt to become alpha again, you wished he had been one of the ones to die.
With your guardian dead, you had been whisked away by some obscure relative before Derek could return to town. The great aunt you had lived with for the past year and a half was nice enough, but you missed your family. Even though you and Derek hadn’t been blood related, he had been like an older brother to you. After giving him a call, you had decided that it was time to come back to Beacon Hills.
You were happy to be back, but the only problem was that the minute you had gotten into town, someone had tried to run you off the road. You had managed to get away thanks to some sketchy driving on your part, but at least you were alive. After that, you had called Derek, only to have him hastily explain that you were probably on some kind of supernatural hit list.
“You need to get out of town,” Derek had told you.
“What?” you had demanded. “I just got here.”
“Y/n, I know and I’m sorry,” Derek had apologized. “I never should have let you come here. It’s too dangerous.”
“Derek,” you had complained. “It’s not like I’m human.”
“You’re a banshee,” he pointed out. “You don’t heal, Y/n.”
“So?” you had asked. “Derek, I can’t just leave again.”
You could hear him sigh, one of those gruff ones that said he knew he wasn’t going to change your mind. “Fine. But I’m not in Beacon Hills right now. I’m looking for someone with a mercenary, but you need to find Scott McCall. I can’t protect you, but he can.”
“The alpha?” you asked him. “Where can I find him?”
“Well, it’s like 2:30, so I’m guessing he’s where you should be right now,” Derek told you pointedly.
“And where’s that?” you had asked with a roll of your eyes.
“School.”
You had taken Derek’s advice and gone to the high school, but by then it had already let out. You managed to catch a few kids by the shoulder and ask for Scott, but while it seemed like everyone knew who he was, no one could tell you where he was. Finally, you managed to find a short, blue-eyed boy who said there was going to be a party that night, at some lake house on the outskirts of town.
The place was pretty far out and it seemed like somewhere you would get murdered in a horror movie, but that kid hadn’t seemed like a killer. You figured you would be safe, because it would only take you a few minutes to find the alpha, but you quickly realized you were wrong.
So far it had been almost an hour, and there was still no sign of Scott. You were beginning to get worried, when suddenly a voice said in your ear, “Who ya looking for?”
You jumped and looked over, only to see a tall, blonde guy with blue eyes staring at you quizzically. He seemed like he was having fun at the party, but he looked a little too old to be a freshman. You gave the guy a questioning look and he held up his hands in surrender.
“You looked like you were trying to find someone,” he offered. “I just thought you’d want some help. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before.”
You were a little suspicious of the guy, but you figured you needed all the help you could get. “I’m looking for someone named Scott.”
“Scott McCall?” the guy asked.
“Yeah,” you answered. “You know him?”
“Course I do,” the blonde told you. “He’s on the lacrosse team with me. He’s practically our star player.”
“Oh,” you said gratefully. “Well do you think you could tell me where he is?”
“Sure,” the guy told you. “He’s out on one of the docks with his friend Kira. One of the other lacrosse players was getting a little too drunk and they took him out to get some air.”
“Thank you,” you told him, turning away to head outside.
“Wait,” the guy called, gently grabbing your wrist. “You’re not going out there by yourself are you?”
“Uh, that was the plan,” you told him.
“Are you sure?” the guy asked. “I don’t know if you know this, but Beacon Hills isn’t the safest town. There have been a lot of murders lately.”
“Trust me,” you told him. “I know.”
The guy frowned and scratched the back of his neck, his face plastered with concern. “Isn’t there anyone here you can take with you?”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you told the guy.
“Look,” the guy said with a sigh. “I’m sure you can handle yourself, but if my girlfriend found out I let you walk out there alone, she’d kill me. And I know I’d want someone to make sure she was okay. I’d ask her to come but she’s sorta holding someone’s hair right now. Can I just walk you out and make sure you find Scott?”
You sighed. You didn’t really want to have this guy stick around, especially because you needed to talk to Scott about Derek ASAP, but you needed to find the Alpha as soon as possible. You figured you wouldn’t be able to get rid of the guy, and besides, what was the harm in having someone else with you?
“Sure,” you told him. “But it’s really important that I find him.”
“Of course,” the guy told you. “Follow me.”
You nodded and followed the blonde out through the back, evading the sweaty crowd of freshman in the process. You slipped out the back door after the guy, only to have him pause for a second.
“Oh,” he told you. “I’m Garrett, by the way.”
You nodded. “Nice to meet you.”
You headed out towards the lake, noticing that there were several different boathouses. You were going to have to look in all of them to find Scott and his friends, and you were so focused on finding him that you hadn’t realized the most important detail about Garrett. Even though he had told you his name, he had never even asked yours.

“Are you sure he’s still out here?” you asked Garrett as you stood on the edge of the lake. You had gone around half of it, only to find that Scott wasn’t in any of the three boathouses.
“He has to be,” Garrett told you. “It’s only been like ten minutes.”
“Okay,” you told him. “Maybe we should split up.”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Y/n,” Garrett said, causing you to freeze.
You turned to Garrett, blinking in the dim light from one of the boathouses. A shadow was cast over his face and he gave you a questioning look as he stood in the grass.
“Is everything okay?” he asked you with furrowed brows.
“I didn’t tell you my name,” you stated slowly.
“What?” Garrett asked with a small laugh. “Yes you did.”
“No,” you said. “I didn’t.”
“Y/n-“ Garrett started to say something, but something behind him seemed to catch his eye. “You know, I think that’s Scott.”
He raised his hand and pointed, and a quick glance over your shoulder let you see that Scott was standing in the light of one of the boathouses, along with a pretty Asian girl. It only took this second of distraction to allow Garrett the opportunity he had been waiting for, but luckily you weren’t entirely human.
Thanks to your banshee powers, you were able to hear the blade coming before it was close. You whirled around and ducked back just in time to miss having your throat slashed by the boy standing in front of you. You gasped and stumbled, while Garrett simply grinned at you.
“I guess it’s true what they say about banshees, Y/n,” Garrett mused. “They really do hear things no one else does. Too bad you weren’t smart enough to pick up on the fact that I was planning to kill you all along.”
He swung at you again, but luckily you were able to bring up your arm and block his hit, kicking him in the ribs and causing him to let out an oof! sound. Unfortunately, that barely slowed him down and he just stared at you with that sick grin.
“You’re not helpless,” he remarked. “I bet the Hales taught you a few things.”
He knocked you backwards with a kick to your stomach, and you fell onto your back. Before you could move, Garrett was standing over you and sending his blade towards your chest, but you quickly landed a kick to his wrist that knocked it into the grass.
“They taught me a lot.”
You jumped up from the ground, but Garrett lunged forward and grabbed you. You opened your mouth to let out a scream, but he quickly clapped his hand over your mouth. You dug your nails into the back of his hand, but you weren’t able to pry it away.
“Come on, Y/n,” he told you as he dragged you toward the edge of the water. “I know what your screams can do.”
His fingers tangled in your hair as he yanked you toward the lake and you could hear his sneakers slosh in the water. Your eyes went wide as you realized what he was going to do, but you couldn’t break out of his strong arms.
“I also know,” Garrett said lowly in your ear. “That you can’t scream if you’re underwater.”
In seconds, your body was splashing into the shallow water. It seemed like Garrett had released you for the moment, but he was quickly grabbing your shoulders and pinning you under the surface. In your panic of trying to escape, you hadn’t managed to take a breath before being thrust under the water. As a direct result, you were currently swallowing water in your effort to gasp for air.
Your nails dug into his arms, but your limbs were slow to move in the thick water, and Garrett was stronger than you. You could just barely see his face hovering over yours above the surface, although his features were slowly becoming murky. You didn’t know how long it was before you felt yourself getting too weak to fight, but black spots quickly began to fill your eyes.
You knew you were going to die, and you couldn’t help but think about how unfair it was. All you had wanted to do was come home, to revisit the place where your family had raised you before they died. You had escaped death once in a blur of fire and ash, only to face it again in murky water.
Your consciousness was slowly fading and you briefly thought back to the night of the fire. You could just barely see the tiny bits of ash fluttering around you as you slumped against Derek in the cold, knowing that you would never see your family again. Just as your eyes began to slide shut, a deafening roar hit your ears, ripping you from the memory.
Suddenly, a strong hand snatched the fabric of your shirt and yanked you out of the water. You gasped for breath as you landed on the grass, coughing up water as you weakly struggled to push yourself up. You felt a warm hand on your back, comfortingly placed between your shoulder blades as you continued to retch.
“He’s gone,” you heard a soft voice say. “Do we need to go after him? He could hurt someone else.”
“I think we scared him off,” another deeper voice said. “We need to help her.”
“I…I’m fine,” you breathed, just before you collapsed in the grass.
“Shit,” the deeper voice swore, and it was barely a second before you felt yourself being pulled into his arms.
As you finally got a look at the people who had saved you, you saw that it was Scott McCall and the girl that had been with him earlier. He was looking down at you with so much concern and you couldn’t help the weak laugh that bubbled from your lips.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Scott,” you croaked.
Scott blinked in shock, but when he saw your lips turn up at the corners, he couldn’t help but smile too. “Well, I’m glad I found you, uh, whoever you are.”
“Derek,” you breathed. “Call Derek Hale.”
Scott’s brow furrowed as he looked down at you, but your eyes were quickly fluttering shut. You didn’t want to pass out, but you had no choice but to give into your exhaustion as your head hit Scott’s shoulder.
Scott looked over his shoulder at Kira, who simply shrugged and looked back towards the lake house. “We should get her back to Lydia’s.”
Scott sighed and kept a tight grip on your unconscious form as he stood up, thinking that that night hadn’t turned out to be a bad one. Sure he had to tie up his beta in one of Lydia’s boathouses, but he had just saved a beautiful girl from an assassin. He figured he had had worse nights.

You woke up slowly, feeling the soft fabric of the blanket you were nestled in brushing your cheek. You reached up with weak arms and tugged it off of you, only to find that you were in completely dry clothes that weren’t yours. You were wearing a simple tank top and shorts, causing you to shiver on the couch you were lying on. In seconds, the blanket was being placed over you again, and you looked up to see Scott McCall smiling softly at you.
“Those are my friend Lydia’s,” Scott informed you. “Sorry we couldn’t find you anything warmer. All she has here are summer clothes.”
“Oh,” you said. “No, it’s okay. Thank you.”
Scott nodded. “No problem, Y/n. I called Derek and he told me everything. I’m really sorry you couldn’t find me sooner.”
“It’s okay,” you told him again. “You saved me.”
“I was almost too late,” he told you regretfully.
“But you weren’t,” you said. “You stopped Garrett. God, I never should have went out there alone with him. I’m such an idiot.”
“You’re not,” Scott told you. “You just had a temporary lapse in judgement. But you’re with us now. You’re okay.”
You nodded and felt your lips turning up, finding his smile infectious. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he told you, noticing the way you were rubbing your arms. “Are you still cold?”
“A little,” you admitted, reaching up to touch a strand of your still-wet hair.
“Here,” he offered, sliding onto the couch with you. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” you told him, sitting up so he could take the space beside you.
Scott held out his arms to you, and you leaned into them, your blanket still wrapped around your shoulders. You rested your head against his chest as he held you in his arms, and you instantly felt warmer.
“Derek told me you’re planning on sticking around,” Scott told you.
“That’s the plan,” you told him softly. “I kind of need a pack.”
“Well,” he told you as he rubbed your shoulder. “You could always have a place in mine.”
You smiled against his chest, already growing sleepy in his arms. “I might just take you up on that.”
Scott smiled as he felt you relax against him, and he felt excitement brewing in his chest. He told himself that you were practically Derek’s sister, and the former alpha probably wouldn’t take too kindly to Scott falling in love with you. But even if he wanted to stop them, Scott knew that he couldn’t help the feelings already brewing in his chest. He was glad that you were planning on sticking around, because he was already falling in love with you.

Castle Ficlet: Home Again 1/1 (Pre-8x16)

Home Again

A pre-8x16 ficlet


I’ll be there when your days are long,

Hold you up if you don’t feel strong,
Light your way when the dark comes in,
And when you’re lost, I’ll lead you home again.
When you’re lost, I’ll lead you home again.

“Home Again” - Ron Pope


The ride back to the loft from her temporary apartment is quiet.

He had insisted on coming with her, lugging deconstructed cardboard boxes up the steep, narrow steps to the fourth floor shoe box she had been occupying since it had stopped being feasible to sleep on the couch in her office. She had protested, a futile attempt to keep his sweet, kind heart from seeing the lonely place she had occupied, but in the end his curiosity, his need to know, had won out.

Now the shoe box is empty and in their rear view mirror. Figuratively, of course, since only a sliver of the street can be seen beyond the stack of boxes they had packed together.

It doesn’t matter. She isn’t looking back; he sure as hell isn’t looking back, either. All that matters is she is coming home.

“Why don’t we leave unpacking for later,” she suggests once he’s eased the car into their designated space in the garage. “Just take everything in and do the rest after work tomorrow?”

Her husband agrees, killing the engine and releasing his seat belt before slipping his hand across the gearshift to cover her knee. “Hot bath and a glass of wine tonight instead?”

Tracing her index finger over his knuckles and along his wrist, Kate nods. “Sounds perfect.”

Castle’s lips slide across her cheek. “Done. I will go grab the dolly from the storage room. We’ll see how much we can take up in one trip.”

She catches his mouth with hers before he can pull away, her kiss sure, promising.

“Don’t hurt your back, old man,” she teases, feeling his lips lift against hers. Yesterday - his birthday - had been reserved for sentimentality, for showing him how much she loves him, how proud she is to be with him. Today all bets are off. “I have plans for you.”

“Show you old man,” he mumbles, coming back for another kiss, pressing her deeper into her seat as he shifts across the car.

Only to knock his knee against the gearshift and land half on her chest, his shoulder pressing into the curve of her throat.

“Ow!” he hisses, trying to find purchase as she gasps. Mostly in surprise, but he is a big man, and he is squishing her a little bit. “Sorry, sorry I’ll move when I can just - ah. There, there.”

Just like that, she can breathe again. He hasn’t gone far either, managing to prop himself above her, his cheeks and his ears flushed rosy pink.

Then he grins, entirely too pleased with himself for whatever reason.

“What?” she breathes, lifting her hands to cradle his jaw.

“I grabbed your boob when I got up.”

Rolling her eyes, Beckett shoves her husband back onto the driver’s side. “Why don’t we save living out your tenth grade fantasies for when there’s a backseat to climb into again?”

Already he’s kicking his door open. “On it.”

Through maneuvering that would make any professional mover proud, they manage to get all of the large items on the dolly, leaving only the small things to be carried by hand. Kate sends him ahead, gathering as much as she can before nudging the door shut with her hip and using the keypad to lock the car. She’ll drop these things off and head back down for the rest, giving Castle the chance to sit down if he wants it.

When she gets upstairs, she finds him already unloading the dolly, his ass wiggling along with the tune he hums to himself.

Affection courses through her veins, so heady, so intense that it steals her breath and leaves her unsteady on her feet. God, she has missed this.

Sneaking around had been fun at first. Playing house in secret had helped to ease the aches almost two months of real separation had inflicted on them both. But it hadn’t been enough.

This, though, this is enough.

More than that, this is everything.