i feel like just tagging 'holes' would be a very bad idea

It Started With A Kiss

Summary: All the ways Dean loves to kiss you

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1018

Warnings: All the fluff

A/N: I’m actually super proud of this! Thanks to my grammar nazi and my poetic friend @idreamofhazel


A kiss is the most powerful thing a man can say. When Dean kisses you, he kisses you with such passion and fervor, like he can’t get enough out of you, like you’re going to slip away at any moment. Each kiss tells you something different. That’s the thing about Dean, he has an appreciation for a woman’s body like no other man you have met before.

When he first kissed you, it was by surprise. You had no idea Dean was even remotely attracted to you. You had been hunting with him and Sam for years and the man never once made a pass at you. But when he kissed you, there was no doubt in your mind that Dean Winchester loved you. The kiss wasn’t just a sign of attraction, it was a proclamation of his love. The kiss was full of confidence; confidence that you were the one for him, that you would fill the hole inside his heart. It only took one kiss for you both to know that was it, that was your last first kiss.

In the morning, his kisses are lazy, peppered all over your face, like he has all the time in the world. He kisses any exposed skin, your shoulder, your neck, your thighs. It’s as if he spent too much time away from you, even if he dreamt of you all night. He kisses you until your eyes open and you turn towards him to capture his lips with yours.

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Overdue

This was requested ages ago by @irish-rose-24 and I’m so sorry it took so long to get to! It’s very bad and I’m very sorry 😐


73 I’m stuck! Help me!
97 Take off your shirt

Warnings: Cursing? Sarky Jug and Reader. Bad grammar probably



Jughead the absolute genius thought it would be a great idea to investigate down by Sweetwater River at 11pm on a Saturday night, to follow up on a new theory he had on the murder of Jason Blossom. Of course, you didn’t want him going down there that late on his own, so you tagged along.

“Jesus Jug, what are we even looking for? We’re out here at 11pm and it’s dark and you still haven’t told me your theory!” You said as you pulled your coat up further around your neck.

“Jason’s body was found about half a mile south down the river and he must have floated downwards so I’m looking for any clues on the left bank for a mile up, bullet holes in trees and the like.” Jughead explained, scanning a tree with his flashlight.

Betty and Jughead had been working on the Jason Blossom case for the Blue and Gold for about a month when you had joined into a conversation at lunch about it and from that moment had and been recruited to the paper and joined them in their sleuthing.

You and Jughead had been friends for quite a few years and for the majority of those years, you had been totally, hopelessly, completely in love with him. So when he had text to say he was headed to the forest at 10pm in the pitch dark; of course you were coming.

“Hey Poirot, what do you think this is?” You call to Jughead as you find an odd patch of ground. Inspecting it closer, you get on your hands and knees and poking it a bit. The leaves looked a weird texture so you leaned in closer and next thing you knew the ground beneath your hands and knees had slipped from under you and you were falling. Hitting the bottom of the hole you had fallen into with a thud, pain radiated through your body.

“Jug! C’mere!” No answer.

“Jughead!” Nothing.

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones III!” Using his full name always got his attention.

“Y/N? Where are you?” You heard him coming closer.

“I’m stuck! Help me! There’s a hole in the ground so watch where you’re going!” You said as the light from the flashlight and Jughead’s face came into view above you.

“Well what are you doing down there Y/N/N?” Jug smirked down at you.

“Oh just chilling, wanna come down?” You snarked “It’s one of Doiley’s fucking traps for hunting with the scouts. It’s not deep, but I can’t climb out.”

Jughead’s arm reaches into the pit to pull you out as you step on your tiptoes to catch his hand.

“It’s no good, I can’t reach you. Is there anything down there to step on to boost you up?” Jughead looks at you worriedly.

“Oh yeah! Look! There’s a stepladder, let me just get it!” You snap at him. Your feet are soaked from the rainwater at the bottom of the hole and there are spiders everywhere.

“Okay smartass. Calm down, we’ll get you out. We’ll figure something out, let’s face it, this isn’t the most difficult situation you and I have found ourselves it.” He laughs down at you.

Jug was looking around fro something to reach you with.

“Juggie! I have an idea. Take off your shirt.” Not realising how crazy you sounded you smiled up, pleased with your seemingly genius plan.

Jughead’s eyes popped out of his head as he stared down at you with his mouth hanging open.

“Excuse me?” He sounded completely incredulous and you hadn’t noticed the slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Not like Your flannel! The one around your waist! Take it off and lower it down and I’ll climb up.” His face softed slightly at this as he saw what you were getting at.

He unwrapped his flannel from around his waist and throws one sleeve down to you and you grab on. He pulled and you climed up the flannel and as you reached over the top over the hole you both fell back onto the soft leaves behind you.
You both lay there panting for a minute when Jughead started to laugh.

“Only us Y/N. This stuff could only happen to us. It’s always an adventure isn’t it?” He looked over and you and saw you smiling at the treetops and in that moment he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, mud and leaves in your hair and all. But, obviously, you couldn’t read minds. He wished he had the guts to say something.

“Of course it is Jug. It’s Jughead and Y/N, famous for their adventures and countless stories.” You laughed.

Silence fell over the two of you for a few minutes as you continued to lay there, (which, in reflection, was probably extremely dangerous, but when you were with each other you felt as safe as could be.)
Jughead stood up and peeked down into the hole.

“You fell deep Y/N. Did you hurt anything?” He turned his flashlight to you as you hid your face in your hands.

“Just my pride. Don’t worry, I’m okay.” You replied, smiling at his concerned face.
Jughead was kneeling down beside you checking your face for injuries.

“Good, dunno what I’d do without my Miss Marple.” He said with his hand still on your cheek.

You had had enough. This proximity was killing you. The overwhemling urge to kiss him set in and this time, you knew you had to take action.

“Jug-“

“Yeah?”

“Jug, since I’ve known you I’ve liked you and in the more recent years I’ve fallen in love with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way and I really hope that by saying this I haven’t ruined our friendship but I just had to say something otherwise –“ Your rambling was prompty cut off by a pair of lips crashing into yours. You were frozen and couldn’t respond for a second but once your brain realised what was actually happening you kissed back. This kiss wasn’t long, but it was a kiss full of all the words that needed to be spoken and all the bottled up feelings.

Pulling away, you saw Jug smirking at you.

“That felt long overdue.” You laughed and replied

“Yeah. About 4 years overdue.”

“Y/N everything you said, I feel the same. I was just afraid to say anything because, well – if you didn’t feel the same and I’d be lost without you and I love you too.” Smiling, you kissed him again. This kiss was different, with you holding his face and him pulling you in by the hips, both wanting to feel as close as possible to the other.

“C’mon we better go. Pop’s?” Jug suggested.

You both started walking back towards the road when you felt a hand snake it’s way into yours. You smiled up at Jug and found he was already looking down at you.

“You know, this is gonna make a great story someday. ‘Hey Y/N and Jughead, tell us the story of your first kiss.’ Oh well, first I was doing some sleuthing and this idiot fell into a hole, then she asked me to strip off all my clothes, then she got all soppy and started rambling so I kissed her and told her I loved her.” Jughead explained as you hit his arm.

“Always have to be such a drama queen, don’t you Jones?” You sassed.

“May be a drama queen, but I’m your drama queen.” He said sliding his arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of you head.

“Cheeseball.” You giggled.

Looking on, you would have seen a young couple, making their way to their favourite spot, joking around, very much in love. It would have looked like an ideal moment.

It was. The first of many, many more to come.

A Deranged Date- Loki x Enhanced!Reader

Authors Notes: Saw this quote and wanted to write something with it, this is what came of it haha. I haven’t written Loki in a while so this was fun.

Notes/Warnings: None I can think of, a little fluff, I suppose.

Prompt: “When the choice was only them or us, it seemed obvious, didn’t it?”

Word Count:  1K

Originally posted by lokitty

Originally posted by fantasysystem

 You shuddered on the edge of the railing and wrapped your arms tighter around your chest. As cold as you were, being up this high helped clear your head. You missed them, already - the team - but there really hadn’t been a choice. The current threat to the human race had everyone pretty tense back at the compound and you had made a comment about what you thought everyone should do. And it wasn’t recieved well.


 “I’m just saying, It’s an option.” You swallowed and looked at the floor.

 “I’m sorry,” Tony looked at you like you had grown three heads. “You can’t seriously think that letting the attack happen is a good idea.”

 “No, Tony,” You snapped at him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, and if I knew of any other way around it I’d bring it up, but the Chitauri are coming back and, honestly, if anyone else knew how to keep them out, don’t you think they’d share with the class?”

 Tony rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He turned his back on you and stared out the window. “We’re not letting those over sized roaches come close to breaching the atmosphere.”

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eene-fangirl  asked:

Which character do you ship Edd with and why? Are there any ships that you truly dislike?

… This feels like a trick question XD. ‘Who does Starryoak, the person who has managed to turn at least half or more of these questions into something Eddeddy related, regardless of the actual amount of Eddeddy in the question if any was present, ship with Edd?’ I will answer in a series of images, because  this…

Does that answer your question?

The answer is Eddy. It has literally always been Eddy, even when I was a freaking kid, the answer was ‘I think Double D likes Eddy and they’d be cute together’. But anyway, it’s a ship rooted heavily in canon to the point where storyboard artists shipped it, where Danny Antonucci likes pictures of Eddeddy posted in places, it’s just… The team ships it. So do I.

The reasons I ship it include; goddamnit it would be adorable, which factors into all of my shippings, honestly, but that’s the least of it. The two have so much canonical evidence towards an attraction towards one another that even Ed ships it. Everybody ships it; Kevin chose to make Eddy kiss Edd as a dare, even though making him kiss Ed would have been way more unpleasant, there’s gotta be a reason, he later asks if they’re getting married upon seeing a banner and then, teasing or not, he knows, even the paragon of awful that Eddy’s brother automatically makes the assumption that Edd is Eddy’s girlfriend. Everyone knows.

The two bounce off one another incredibly well, with Eddy absolutely needing that grounding force of ‘No, Eddy, don’t’ and other such ‘no that is a bad idea Eddy stop’, but not just that.. Emotional support, genuine caring, being able to say the hings he needs to hear… and Edd honestly needs friends, any good friends, and Eddy, for all his… Eddy, is a good friend. And Eddy provides Edd with a lot of adventure, which isn’t a bad thing at all; Edd needs something to break down his rigid rule-based life, and Eddy does that. I don’t know how to articulate the whole thing, but I do know that someone else probably will. So um, I’ll just go with ‘it’s goddamn adorable and perfect’ and leave it at that.

Kevedd and Broedd. Definitely. I’m sorry, but… um… no. No offense to people who ship it, I mean, I’d hate to be that one person who tells people what they can ship or what they can’t, but… no. Just… no. Kevedd just has no basis in…. I don’t even understand it. I can’t explain it, I don’t get it at all; he called him ‘my dork’ once as a possessive or something and now it’s a thing? I probably wouldn’t be so against it if it didn’t make finding Eddeddy so goddamn hard over here. It just highlights the issues with it, especially that Kevin is kind of implied to know Eddeddy is a thing, along with not being a very good person to the Eds.

And…. Broedd. Do I have to explain? I feel like it’s outright obvious and I’d like to move on from that because please don’t. Just.. no. Eddy’s Brother can go rot in a hole somewhere, ok?

Stay (part 4)

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

Pairing: Sam X Reader
Summary: God tells Sam and Dean that they do, in fact, have soulmates out there.
Warnings: angst and fluff, sad sammy. This chapter mostly focuses on Dean, but I promise you guys are about to get so much Sammy.
A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to post this, I hope you all like it!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Dean traipsed into Sam’s hotel room with a giant grin on his face, ready to tell his brother about the amazing kiss he’d had with Vivienne. His eyes scoured the hotel room, before falling on a very upset looking Sam. This wasn’t Sam’s usual upset look. Sam had a mix of pain, sadness and anger in his face. His eyes were red like he’d been crying or maybe he’d had too much alcohol? Every good feeling Dean had recently felt was replace with a fear he couldn’t shake. 

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Gentle Touch

Bucky x OFC (Jules) /  Bucky’s POV

Summary: Where Bucky is so used to harsh, rough touches he never expected one to be so kind and loving. Realizing he’s been craving this kind of touch for years.

Word Count: 1,325

Warnings: Mention of abuse, touch deprived, language

A/N: I’m back!!!! I took a longer break than I originally planned, but school took up a bunch of my time and me taking on more projects I could handle. I also hit several walls the past few months, that left me lost, broken and down in the dumps. It’s been a struggle to get back on my feet and get my head in the game, but I’m here, I’m back and I’m doing so much better than I previously was! 

I’m gonna try to get back in the groove of posting fics regularly, so I hope you’re ready! Help Me and Motionless Series are STILL going! And tags are ALWAYS open! :D Thank you for being patient with me these past few months, hopefully, I won’t go that long without posting something again. So enjoy this one and let me know what you think!! :) 



Touch, it’s amazing how much can be said and shown through the power of touch. But it can be hard to forget how much pain, anger, and torment can be expressed by the power of touch. No touch for me was ever gentle. There was no love, compassion or care in the physical touches I experienced throughout my lifetime. Not once has anyone touched me unless pain followed, which it always did.

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Promptis Celebrity AU, Part 7~

Prompto visits Noct’s apartment for the first time!

(this is fluff and smut and a surprise guest appearance from a certain someone. i just wanted cute, okay???) 

Previous parts: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

AO3 link

Life, unfortunately, returns to normal when they return from Galdin Quay. Well. Mostly normal. Maybe Prompto returns with several bags of clothing that Noct’s bought him from some of the trendy boutiques that line the waterfront. He tried to insist he doesn’t need them, but okay, Prompto shops primarily at thrift stores, and his wardrobe’s pretty run-down. He doesn’t have a whole lot of spending money for fun stuff, after all.

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Where Is The Love?

Hi there ^^

So, in light of the recent anon hate waves in the fandom, I wanted to write a quick series of headcanons on how I think the bros would react to receiving anon hate and how they would react to their S/O being the hate receiver.

I referred to the S/O as gender-neutral ^^

Seriously though, don’t send out hate. You’re not doing the poor blogger you’re targeting any favors by doing so, and neither are you doing yourself any favors. We’re all just people who want to enjoy the fandom, and enjoy it the way we know how. Don’t spoil the fun for everyone else, okay?

Hope you enjoy!

Tagging: @themissimmortal @itshaejinju @ohgodsnowwhat@stunninglyignis @blindbae @chocobabyporcelain @insomniacapples @diadyn @angelic-guardienne @sweetchocobae @swabin10 @noxfreyas @nifwrites @stephicness @gudetamazing @rubyphilomela @asoeiki @zacklover24 @misaki-kurenai @misssarahdoll @alicemoonwonderland @bespectacled-girl @ultimoogle @femmescientia


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Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze!

Another accident I had that I wrote an account of for omo.org :) I hope you all like it.

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Hi everyone! Its been a week or two, I’ve had a bit of a dry spell, likely due to the fact that midterms were going on and I’m a lot less playful and risky when I’m in work mode. Work and fun are two separate things for me, which isn’t to say I don’t enjoy working; I’m a working and writing machine! Anywho, I’ve finally been able to wind down and relax finally after what feels like however, in the last few days I’ve attended a few Halloween parties, a few Halloween events, marathoned bad horror movies for all nighters, and another in particular relating specifically to this forum: I had an accident.

Now if you’ve read my tale regarding my recent fable while playing a certain horror game you know two things: One, I love horror but don’t handle scares well, and two, I’m oh-so woefully stubborn. As is usually the case when I have an accident, the stubbornness of course comes into play. Allow me to give a bit of context..

There’s a local park a city or so away. Like a lot of places, it has a yearly Halloween attraction. Its very sizable; it is also used as a campground in the summertime. I have attended this event every year!

This year I went with a few of my friends (Same group from the apartment story), and we showed up early. Naturally there was a line already, and we still had 45 minutes before the event would start and the line started moving up…The line ended up being very large in total, the event was very popular. We had all been picked up at our houses, and most of us had overnight bags in the trunk, as we were going back to one of their places to marathon horror movies for the rest of the night. In the hour before we arrived I had drunk a monster and a hard lemonade, though I didn’t really think anything of it until I polished off a 1 liter pepsi from the concession stand halfway through the line.

Description phase! By now you most likely have a general idea of my appearance, for newcomers I’ve got long black hair, am pale enough to fit into the cast of twilight which I am ashamed of, unhealthy tiny at 116 pounds last weigh-in, at 5'8-5'9. To try and turn my pitiful bodily state into a point of attraction, I try to maintain care of my face with various face washes, and creative use of eyeliner. If people are going to think I’m anorexic or something, I might as well look semi-pretty in the process I figure. But enough of that. Tonight I was wearing a pretty dark blue jeans, you could think they were black if you didn’t see them in the light. Very tight too. Black tank top, black zipped hoodie for the brisk October weather, along with a nice blue bra/panty combo. With this outfit I usually wear 2 earrings, a gold moon and a star, but as I might end up running for my life I left those out this time.

So again, we were in line, and as aforementioned halfway up there was a food stand. I got a hot dog and a 1 litre pepsi, and those were gone pretty fast I will say. Now see at this point I hadn’t used the bathroom in a few hours easily, but I didn’t even think about that until all the drinks from the past little while had caught up. By the time we were ¾ of the way up the line I was squirming and inwardly groaning from the typical this-is-the-worst-time-to-need-to-pee realization. I resolved to hold it because again, I’m stubborn, and I didn’t want to lose my place in line next to my friends. I realize I probably would have been let back into my spot, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

We slowly moved up in line, and my need to go slowly got worse, but I didn’t really plan to budge. It was almost an exciting feeling, but as per usual I didn’t really put enough thought into potential consequences. Its something I really need to work on. Anywho, I had my hands stuffed in my pockets and my legs crossed and I’d bounce a little every now and again. At one point Kate asked me what was up and I started bitching about the cold. We got to the end of the line up and it was our group, and another few girls, like 3 others I think for the next go around. I think they let another set of people in every 5 minutes or so.

We got in and I really had to go, but I figured should I stay on my toes I could hold it until the end no problem.

First we went down the trail, pretty spooky. Torches and bridges, people in costumes…I tried to stay relatively quiet and blend in with my friends. One of my friends is a screamer, and the screamers make themselves targets. So I let her take the brunt of the people jumping out of the woodwork as it were. It was all really cool, and went really smoothly for me until the little house filled with zombies. It was wide open, and had a whole strobe light thing going on. One was waiting around the corner of the entrance door and spooked the group with a lunge. Everyone, including me, scattered. Everyone took off, zig zagging through the would-be zombies, through the large barn-like structure, until people found the way out. My luck started to run out around here.

I found the door and escaped. I was alone. I had figured everyone else had gone on ahead. I took a moment to lean against the outside of the house/barn/thing and hold myself, placing my hand between my legs and holding my legs together long enough to take the edge off, and continued on down the trail. I would later find out, as my luck would have it, that I was actually the FIRST out. And not only that, after I had gone off down the trail, everyone else would get out and proceed to head in the wrong direction. The lot of em had to be redirected back onto the trail by a supervisor and the like. I mean…I went in the direction that had a torch on a tree. I thought it was obvious, myself.

Now all of a sudden, I was target number 1. There was actors dressed as ghouls constantly lurking about, being creepy, saying creepy shit, or jumpscaring me. Some of them were really creative, and I loved the costumes, gotta give em props. I tried to play it cool, waving to them and being like “Hi, hows life?”, and just being chill, even though I very obviously wasn’t chill, given the fast walk I had going. My first minor leakage came at the hands of a guy who was hanging. I don’t know how he was alive, or how the engineered it, but the guy hanging from the noose was a living dude. He was legit hanging. Maybe invisible wires or something. Anyway I assumed he was a prop for obvious reasons, and of course he lunged and yelled. I let out a tiny shriek, and felt myself dribble into my underwear. I ran off cursing under my breath.

Eventually I came to another house, larger than the last one. It looked incredibly dark inside. I knew that was probably the gimmick, and walked in. I discovered it was very narrow with winding hallways, in what was basically pitch black darkness. My shaking legs carrying me and my aching bladder, I soldiered on. About a minute in I heard a voice behind me. “Hello? Is anybody there?” She called out a few names I didn’t recognize, but I called out anyway. I waited for this girl to catch up, and she latched onto my arm and told me she lost her friends and was gonna tag along with me. I replied that I was grateful for the company, and I continued on with this girl on my arm. Making nervous and frightened small talk, we continued our way through the winding pitch black maze. Things were going well until a hand came out of a hole in the wall and grabbed my other arm. I let out a sharp noise I can’t really describe, and the other girl shrieked as well, I had assumed in reaction to me. It was simultaneous to the noise I made that I realized I was spurting into my pants. I yanked my hand away from the wall presence and shoved it between my legs, quickly feeling my pee leaving my bladder, saturating my pants and beginning to tickle my inner thighs. I panted, with each pant accentuated with a small alarmed moan, I clenched just about every muscle in my lower body to regain control. The girl, who in the dark has no idea what was happening, questioned if I was alright as I quickly checked relevant areas for dampness, trying to assess how visible any damage might be. I didn’t think it was too bad, the pants being dark and all, and horror trails tending to lack in the light department. My nether regions were certainly damp and I no doubt had a wet patch, but I clenched quickly enough to cease a dangerous spread. I reassured the girl and we continued. At some point I unzipped my hoodie, as the air in the structure was fairly heavy.

Eventually, I could see the glow of an exit, and became excited. The trail wasn’t over, but at least I’d be able to see again. We crept up the incline leading to it, and I exclaimed “Its a good thing to be finally free eh?” to which my companion replied  "Boy, it sure is!“

I will never forget the next moment for the rest of my life.

Something in the way she said that was almost mocking, and I turned to face her, who was still clinging onto my arm and had her head on my shoulder. My escort, who I had presumed to be one of the three other girls who wasn’t part of my friend group, was wearing a tattered white, almost hospitalish gown, and in addition to appearing to be rotted, also appeared to be missing part of her jaw. This really wasn’t the time to get an eyeful of the amazing makeup work done at such close proximity. I think I stood there for a moment with my eyes and face just widening in absolute realization and comprehending terror. I assume she had been near the house and seen I was alone. I gotta give it to the crafty bitch, that was one of the most clever things I’ve ever seen, and I’ve never screamed so loud in my entire life.

I sprinted up, barreling out of the exit door. I tripped, scrambled to my feet, and has my luck would have it, on my way upright I went face first into another chick. Also rotted looking. Wielding a now revving chainsaw. I could hear my evil escort from earlier cackling like mad as a I fell back onto the ground, staring at the chainsaw wielding nurse. I think it was a nurse. Don’t quote me on that. I screamed again as she darted forward with the chainsaw which more than likely had no chain on it, holding it above me. I was screaming, and I then realized, also wetting my pants. I have no idea when it started, probably somewhere around my stumble out of the house, or even my initial scream. All I knew was, I was suddenly wet, and there was a vibrating hiss accompanied by a spreading warmth. Chainsaw lady looked to the sky, laughing and waving the saw around as I attempted to grab myself, pushing my hand and pants into my crotch, resulting in a loud PSSSSSHHHHHH. I could feel my ass becoming absolutely soaked, and I could see the puddle forming underneath me when I looked down. I realized Saw Girl wasn’t looking, and I shot up and took off like a dart, deftly kicking my foot back over my puddle, hopefully covering it. I sure wasn’t sticking around to find out. I ran, and ran around the corner of the trail, spurts of urine shooting out every step. I went off the trail the moment I knew I was out of the sight of ghouls which was pretty quick.

In the relative darkness I leaned against a tree, on the opposite side of said tree where I wouldn’t be seen from the trail. My bladder was panging, as if to say "No” is not an option right now. I could feel my control slipping again, but I couldn’t let that happen! This wasn’t really a situation or attire I could afford a full on accident. I shoved my hands down there again and started frantically crossing my legs, uncrossing, bouncing, moaning and gasping, you name it. I had to get my pants down or something, but as I pulled one hand out and tried to unhook my button, I started peeing my pants again. The hissing returned, and as much as I struggled and whined and frantically tried and failed to open my fly after unhooking the button, it started streaming down my legs.

My ass was becoming soaked, and I could feel the warm trails flowing on my previously relatively untouched legs, dripping onto the autumn leaves underneath me. I moaned loudly as the stream intensified, leaving no part of the backside of my pants, from the cuffs of my legs to the seam of my ass unsoaked.

I tried so hard to stop the flow, finally getting my pants completely undone I shoved a hand into my panties to try and block my pee-hole. Didn’t work out too well…When I leaned over from the strain of the stream and the effort of trying to stop it, the position of my hand redirected the flow frontwards, and now the front of my jeans were becoming even darker than their natural dark blue color; the resounding pssssh of my pee soaking the front of my legs and knees echoing through the forest with the sounds of distant screams. I whined, strained, moaned, criss crossed, my usual dance. But even I knew it was over, as my last move ensured no part of me was getting away unsoaked by the shame of my failing bladder.

My stream slowed to a crawl as my bladder finished emptying. I was in a bit of a pickle now. I finished the trail with a few more screams, staying as far away from light sources as I could. My pants were dark enough that you probably couldn’t tell the difference if I wasn’t next to a torch or light….But given they were certainly over-saturated, even the faintest source of light might have caught a glisten, being drenched and all. I sure hope not.

When I finished the trail, I was informed I was the first out of my group out due to a wrong turn made by others, and that’s when it hit me I had a slight chance to make it out unscathed. I rushed to the parking lot using the same tactics as in the trail, avoiding light like I was a vampire in Florida. The only time I went directly into the light was to rush straight to the car. I had the key, so I managed to pop the trunk and grab my overnight bag. I also grabbed a plastic bag and took off into a porta-potty. I quickly changed out of my pants, panties, and socks, and through on a pair of white undies and a pair of sweats. To seem less suspicious, I also changed from my tank top into a jammie T-shirt I wear. I tossed the wet stuff in a plastic bag, and then the plastic bag into my overnight bag. I then proceeded to wait by the car. Eventually they came back, laughing and giggling, getting the jitters out. Kate immediately noticed my change in attire and yelled “Oi (INSERT MY NAME HERE), you piss your fucking pants?”, laughing and obviously joking around, which got an equally jokey reply in “Nah man, those jeans make my ass look fucking fantastic and all, but too tight and I wanna hit up the comfort game early. Look at the goddamn indent from the button!” I accentuated this by lifting my shirt to show the crater where the button had been digging into my tummy. Continually laughing and carrying on, we went back to Tanya’s place and marathon-ed classic horror movies for the night (Return of the Living Dead is a classic for me.)

As always I hope you enjoyed my tale! Feel free to comment, shoot your thoughts my way, or fire a message at me. Love you all, have a lovely Halloween!~ <3

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 11: Get Down

Words: 946

Tags: Slight angst, Fluff, Humour, Sexual Humour 


Week 11 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

Notes: Sorry that this is yet another dialogue only fic; I really wanted to write a full 1500+ word fic this week considering I’ve done two (now three) dialogue fics in a row. I actually had a good idea for this week’s prompt as well! But when I sat down the words just wouldn’t come so I ended up writing this instead. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Please let me know what you think when you’re done! :)

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“Ouch! Felicity, that hurts!”

“I’m sorry. But if you had listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now.”

“You’re not even in the situation!”

“When you came back with a gaping hole in your shoulder that’s only there because you didn’t listen and then asked me to stitch you up, I officially became a part of this situation.”

Fine.”

“You know, sometimes I wonder why you even bother having me on the team when you don’t want to listen to me.”

“Oh, come on. Now you’re being ridiculous. Of course you’re needed on the team. And I nearly always listen to you!”

“Nearly always? Now you’re just proving my point.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I really am. I thought that I could reach without being seen and I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, Oliver, but I’m still mad. You could have ended up with more than just a bullet wound tonight and you know it. First, I told you not to go out there alone but you went anyway. Then, once you got to the building, I told you to get down and hide because there was someone coming and you blatantly ignored me again. Do you even remember the conversation we had the last time you got injured because you didn’t listen to me?”

“Yeah. It was when I fell down the elevator shaft.”

“And you fell down the elevator shaft because…?”

“Because it was rigged and you told me that, you told me to be careful and try something else and I thought I knew best and climbed up there anyway.”

“Right.”

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Coming Out || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by jughexd-jones

word count : 1,016

pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

warnings : none.

summary : Jughead is scared to come out to you as asexual because you’ve never really expressed your feelings on LGBT+. You surprise him on being pansexual.

a/n : every single sexuality is so valid. please do not let people make you think you are wrong for like or not liking someone or thing. as one of my favorite people said : you were born this way baby!


     Coming out was hard, even in the twenty first century. While Jughead would like be believe being asexual was and accepting, people still seemed to be quite…rude to the sexuality. Most seemed to think asexuality as a myth because who in this generation didn’t want to have sex. Jughead of course did know that there were people out there like him who were out so there had to be people who believed what he felt. Honestly, he didn’t at first believe it in a way. It was strange to him but coming to terms with who he was born to be made him feel so much better. Coming out was still hard. Whither or not the other person was a supporter of the LGBT+ group or not, whither they believed asexuality was a thing  or not. 

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Run To You // Sam x Reader P5

Pairing: Sam Wilson x POC Reader, Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: HERE’S THAT SMUT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR (it’s really brief tho, lmao sorry), fluff, language, angst, FEELINGS, there’s also a brief amount of violence but it’s just Natasha being the overprotective friend she is.

Summary: Things on the Compound escalate. A very angry Natasha and Steve make their disapproval known. Sam finally confesses.

A/N: HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I’VE EVER WRITTEN MORE THAN 10K WORDS. I AM S H O O K. Thank you thank you thank you everyone for your kind words. I never could have dreamed this would be received so well. Oh and i actually managed to not go completely over 2k lmao. 

Inspiration: “Was it something I didn’t say” ~ 98º

I took for granted that you knew, yeah
Oh love, the love I had for you, yeah
I guess you never had a clue
‘Til it was too late, you walked away

All the words were in my heart
Oh, they went unspoken
Baby, now my silent heart is a heart that’s broken…

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Music Series: Be Still by The Frey (Sequel to I Have Questions)

When I first started writing the Music Series, I went through my Spotify and iTunes playlists, pulling songs I thought would make good imagines, and saved them for future use. I have so many great songs on this list. But as I started receiving so many requests, I put the list aside to write your stories for you, only returning to my list as one came to me with a story attached in my mind, or to use as a sequel.

I love when my readers beg me for a sequel to one of my writings. That tells me that not only did you love the original story, but you don’t want it to end and want to know what happens with Harry and the woman he loves. That’s a wonderful compliment, so thank you.

I have had several requests for a sequel to “I Have Questions”, so here it is. This is “Be Still” by The Frey, which can be heard on my Spotify playlist called Rainy Saturday Morning, HERE.

xo

Shelli

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Be still and know that I’m with you

Be still and know that I am here

Be still and know that I’m with you

Be still, be still, and know

“I’m sorry,” Harry said honestly, sitting on your sofa, wiping a stray tear, as you sit trying to figure out what is happening. “I was a coward, afraid to discuss the hurt I felt, not wanting any of it to be true. And I was a liar, promising never to leave you, then I did.”

You say nothing, just look at him, wanting to hear what he has to say. He hadn’t thought enough of your feelings to explain why he did what he did, and you definitely took it upon yourself to have your say, so it was his turn to talk. You look at him, mouth closed and eyes set on him. He thought holes could have burned through him from your stare.

“I know I was wrong to break up the way I did,” he explains. “I think I knew it as it was happening, I was just too proud to admit it, I guess. I should have sat down with you and told you what was wrong, and discussed it with you.”

You continue looking at him but saying nothing, showing him you are still waiting to be told why he did it.

“I’m sorry for making you feel the way you did, and for doing things the way I did,” he admits, wiping another tear and sniffing. “You didn’t deserve that, and I didn’t realize how horrible it was until you…well, yelled at me…”

“Then why did you?” you finally ask, irritated. “You…left me, Harry.”

He looked down, knowing he had promised you so many times in the past that he would always be with you, that he would never leave you, then he did.

“What do you think I did that was so bad that you needed to make sure I would hurt?” you ask. “You said you no longer trusted me…something about coincidences…and didn’t need the stress. Well, please share, because I have no idea what I could have possibly done to make you not trust me.”

Harry pulled out his phone and showed you the screen. “Really?”

You look at the screen and see a photo of you with a man.

“Okay?” you ask.

“What do you mean, okay?” Harry asked, unhappily.

“I mean, okay?” you ask, with a confused look on your face. “What about it?”

“Do you know how embarrassed and hurt I felt when someone I work with showed me this photo?” Harry asked, sniffing.

“Why would it embarrass and hurt you?” you ask, still not following his complaint.

“Are you joking right now?” Harry asked, becoming irritated. “The date on this posting…I remember that night! I was working and you said you were going out with a girlfriend.”

“No, I said I was going out with a friend,” you say, trying to piece his argument together in your mind.

“He’s kissing your cheek in this photo and holding your hand!” Harry yelled.

“Harry, are you accusing me of cheating on you?” you ask, a bit more calmly than Harry thought you would be with that question.

When darkness comes upon you

And covers you with fear and shame

Be still and know that I’m with you

And I will say your name

“No!” he shouted, standing and pacing across the floor. “No, I’m not saying that…but I saw the other photos he posted with you tagged in them. Three different occasions!”

“Two of which you were invited to!” you yell over his shouting.

“I was invited on your date? I think I would have remembered that one!” he shot back.

“Date?!” you chuckle through your pissed-off state. “Harry! I called and asked you if you would come meet us and have dinner or a drink, and you said you couldn’t, you were working and would be home late…both nights!”

“Who is he?” Harry asked, standing in front of you, sounding like he wasn’t accepting what you were saying. “I think I have the right to know!”

“You know what, you do,” you say, nodding your head. “You absolutely have the right to know who I’m apparently having an affair with.”

Harry sets his jaw as he wipes another tear.

“You’re out at a bar with another man,” Harry swallows hard. “Damn right I have the right to know!”

“And you’re not listening to me! The man I am in those photos with…the man I went out with, and invited you to meet but you didn’t have the time…the man who has become a very good friend to me while you’ve been working so much…is my friend, Brad, from work.”

“Brad,” Harry murmurs disgustedly under his breath, then looked you.

“Yeah, Brad,” you repeat. “He’s been going through a difficult personal issue and asked me to help.”

“I’m sure he did,” Harry smarted off. “And just how did he ask you to help?”

“I went to a bar with him because he didn’t think he could do it by himself…a gay bar, Harry!” you answer. “He just recently came out to his family and they didn’t want anything to do with him after that, and he needed a friend. I wanted you to go because you’re so good with knowing the right thing to say to people, and making them feel better about themselves. He was feeling very dejected and unloved, and just wanted to relax and be around someone who accepted him as he is. He wanted to go to this bar, and he asked me if I would go with him so he wouldn’t be going alone. I invited you, and you were too busy.”

Harry looked at you, visibly processing the conversation but not saying a word.

“Yeah, so this mystery man I was apparently having an affair with, and that you broke up with me over, is my gay friend, Brad, from work,” you summarize, pissed that he didn’t ask about it before everything escalated to the disaster it had become. “Was it all worth you jumping to conclusions and acting like a dick, and breaking my heart when you left?”

If terror falls upon your bed

And sleep no longer comes

Remember all the words I said

Be still, be still, and know

Harry was at a loss for words, feeling horrible.

“Could have just asked, Harry,” you say, shaking your head and looking away from him. “Instead you just assumed, after a year and half of what I thought was a really beautiful relationship, that I must be cheating on you.”

Emotions high, his anger and hurt deadened now by his guilt and shame, Harry couldn’t keep strong anymore and fell to the tears he had been holding in for so long, as he sat with his face in his hands. Seeing him so vulnerable was hard for you. It was hard to see him in so much pain, even with the pain he had inadvertently caused you. He looked at you, wiping his tear-soaked eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” he cried quietly. “I’m so sorry.”

You couldn’t look at him and stood to walk away toward the window, crying your own tears.

“Will you ever be able to forgive me?” he asked, afraid of your answer.

And when you go through the valley

And the shadow comes down from the hill

If morning never comes to be

Be still, be still, be still

You stand silently for a long moment, trying to pull yourself together again, remembering all the hurt you had gone through when he left. Grabbing a tissue from the box on the table and wiping your face, you sat in a chair by the window, looking down at the tissue in your hands and taking a deep breath.

“I made a mistake,” Harry admitted. “And I hurt us both by not coming and talking to you about it first.”

“You left, Harry,” you said coldly, looking into his face. “I asked you…begged you…to tell me what was wrong, why you were breaking up…and instead of letting me discuss it with you, you left.”

“I know, love, I’m so, so sorry,” he cried, his chin trembling as another tear fell from his eye.

“Now my problem is…how do I know you won’t do it again?” you say, as he watches you intensely.

“No,” he says adamantly. “Never. Love, I know my word probably isn’t the best for you to believe right now, but I swear to you. I will never, never leave you again.”

“Until the next misunderstanding happens, or God forbid, something that is true but not really that big of a deal, just enough for you to decide you’re done again,” you say, wiping a tear.

If you forget the way to go

And lose where you came from

If no one is standing beside you

Be still and know I am

“No. I am here,” he states without hesitation. Harry stands and walks to where you are, sitting on the table in front of you and facing you, taking your hands in his and not letting you pull away. “I am here with you. I’m going nowhere, baby. I’m here.”

“How do I know?” you ask, your breath catching.

“I will never, never leave you again,” he promises, squeezing your hands. “I am here with you. I should have never left. I should have come to you when I saw the photos and asked you about them. But I was so afraid that…”

“That it was true?” you ask, offended. “That I really was cheating on you?”

Harry looked down, ashamed that it was the truth.

“I’m sorry,” he says with quivering voice. “I know I have no right to ask, but…please, please give me a chance to show you? Let me prove to you that I’m here to stay. I’m going nowhere.”

“Harry, you didn’t trust me enough to know that I wouldn’t cheat on you,” you say, frustrated. “And now, I don’t know that I trust you to not leave me again.”

“It was a stupid mistake, baby,” he cries, sadly. “One that I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I swear, I do trust you, especially now. Please, just give me the chance to earn your trust again. I promise I’m here.” Harry squeezes your hands. “I’m here.” He leans closely to you, timidly placing a kiss against your lips. “I’m so sorry. I’m here.”

Be still and know that I’m with you

Be still and know I am

You Chose Them

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Characters: Y/n (MALE READER), Dean, Sam, Mary, Lisa and Ben (mentioned)

Pairing: No Pairing    Dean x Y/n (father-son relationship)

Warnings: Pure angst, abandonment, hatred, lotta swearing and degrading language, sadness, feeling unwanted, loneliness, just literally all sadness and angst everywhere. 

Word Count: 3270

Summary: Dean runs into Y/n after he disappeared almost five years ago. Mary and Sam decide to find out why he left his dad.

A/N: Ok, so I’ve had this idea for a while and decided time to write it. Became hella long, my apologies. Also, a lot of swearing and kinda talking trash about certain characters. If u like them two, well, nothing I can do. Just don’t hate on me, cos I can’t be asked with all that. Other than that, it’s purely angst, but I hope u liked it.

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“Y/n?”

The teenager turned around to see the man he once saw as his father stood there, his brother behind him, both shocked that they’d finally found y/n.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Y/n rolled his eyes, not wanting to listen to Dean’s bullshit.

He began walking past them, figuring Dean and Sam would probably be able to take care of the bodies themselves.

“I don’t think so”.

Dean grabbed y/n’s arm before he could pass them, pulling him back.

“W-where have you been?” he asked, his voice filled with sadness and a little anger.

“None of your business, Dean”, he spat, brushing past them both and the woman who stood there, watching the scene in front of her, not understanding what was happening.

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VERY IMPORTANT PSA TO ALL OF MY FOLLOWERS:

So…we need to talk…

I don’t really know how to start this because it’s been awhile for me, but please bear with me.

I guess I should start by saying, I’m back.

For those of you that didn’t know, I took a very long break due to personal reasons (I’ll explain further down if anyone is interested) and haven’t actually been on Tumblr for the past few weeks.

Everything that was being posted from my account was part of my queue.

I’m sorry to anyone who messaged me or reached out to me in my time of absence (I’ve been gone almost 3 weeks I think) but, rest assured, I’m back now and will be replying to every single message I received while I was gone.

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Title: Between the Sheets
Pairing: Bodhi Rook x Reader?? technically?? it’s in first person sooo??
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Mention of spiders
A/N: Thank you to everyone who’s been showing me support while I’m grieving, it has made a huge difference. I can’t even count how many times I’ve teared up every time someone messages me. This whole week has been so hard and I was in desperate need of some cheering up, so here’s some Bodhi fluff (with some cute K-2SO banter thrown in there) for you all to enjoy as well. Again, thank you very much for all of the support. <3

Originally posted by theforcesource

“Have you ever made a blanket fort?”

I hadn’t, but boy, was I about to. Once the seed was planted in my head by one of the rebels, it was all I could think about. Hanging sheets from the top bunk to make the bottom bunk into a tent just sounded too good, and I, being the child that I am, was not about to pass that up. There was no arguing it; it was happening.

I carried a pile of linens back to the living quarters and dropped them on my bunk, releasing a loud sigh as I did. One by one I tried to push the blankets beneath the mattress on the top bunk, but it was proving much more difficult than I’d expected. I silently wished the pilot who’d given me the idea was still around as (another) blanket slipped and fell to the floor.

Fifteen minutes and a heinous amount of curse words later, I finally finished the masterpiece that was my first blanket fort. I was sprawled out on my bunk, enjoying the fruits of my labor and smiling to myself, feeling like I’d just achieved a life-long goal I didn’t even know I had.  I removed my jacket and boots, tossing them both on the floor beneath the bunk and stretched my entire body. A satisfied yawn escaped my lips and I let my eyes drift closed. After the day I’d had, it was nice to finally relax, not that it lasted very long.

“What are you doing?”

I shouted once, the voice next to my ear startling me. K-2SO was leaning down and holding the sheet to the side, staring me in the face. Not ominous at all.

“You scared me!” I exclaimed, holding my hand over my racing heart.

“Terribly sorry,” he said, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I just, um… I thought I could make a tent and relax, that was all,” I explained.

The droid looked around the inside of the fort and I sat there awkwardly watching him. After a few moments of observation, he turned to me and asked, “May I join you?”


“So you’re telling me that Cassian Andor, the most fearless spy in the Rebellion, is afraid of spiders?”

“Yes. I once watched him shoot one with his blaster and put a hole in his ship.”

“Incredible.”

I had to admit, I didn’t expect to spend my evening gossiping with a droid inside of an extremely tiny tent, yet there I was, doing exactly that. K-2SO was far too tall to fit properly so his shoulders were slouched, his legs were crossed, and his head was up against the bars holding the top bunk up. It was pretty comical, and definitely lifted my spirits, even if I originally wanted some alone time.

“Do you think Cassian would be pissed if he found out you were telling me all of this?” I asked.

“Of course,” he replied, “His sense of humor is rather dry, so this stays between us, or I’ll have to break your pinky.”

“You’ll break my pinky?” I repeated back with a laugh, “Why?”

“Isn’t that what you do when someone breaks a promise?”

“Yeah, a pinky promise.”

“Then I have been very mistaken and owe several people an apology.”

I shoved my face in my hands and broke out into hysterics. This was definitely better than spending the night alone, and much more entertaining.

Noisy footsteps came down the aisle and the sheet on my left was pulled to the side and there stood Bodhi Rook, hair falling in his face from his loose ponytail as he bent over to peek inside. “What’s going on in here?” he asked with a half-smile.

“Oh, nothing,” I said, winking at K2. “Just… tent-talk.”

“Well, Cassian’s looking for you,” Bodhi said, looking at K-2SO. “Something about helping him repair a hole in his ship?”

I covered my hand with my mouth to muffle my laughter, not that it worked out very well. Bodhi glanced at me, raising an inquisitive eyebrow before K2 responded.

“I’ll go find him,” he said as he stood, “In the meantime, please, keep this one company. She’s troublesome.”

“I am not,” I retorted.

“She’s also a liar, so don’t listen to anything she says,” K said as he walked away, his voice growing distant as he did.

Bodhi snorted as he watched him go and sat on the edge of my bed, letting the sheet fall from his hands. “So, what’s with… this?” he asked, gesturing to the inside of the fort.

I shrugged. “It sounded like fun, and I’ve never done it before, so…”

“I like it,” he replied, glancing around. “Did K help you?”

“Nope,” I said smugly, “He just showed up when I was done. I did this all on my own.”

“You sound pretty proud of yourself.”

“This took fifteen minutes to do. A little appreciation would be nice, Bodhi.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he laughed, holding up his hands in defense and moving to sit cross-legged on the mattress. “I like that you’re not as stoic as everyone else, it’s nice.”

“Can’t be serious all the time,” I smiled.

He dropped his head and chuckled, a few strands of hair falling into his face as he did. My chest grew tight at the sight of him. It was pretty rare to see Bodhi smile more than once in a day as it was, so laughing and joking around was definitely out of the ordinary. It made me feel like he was comfortable enough around me to open up more than he normally would.

It helped that we were closed off from the outside world by a thin layer of sheets.

“You’re in a good mood today,” I said.

“Yeah,” he replied, fiddling with the material on the sleeves of his jacket. “It’s hard adjusting, but today was better than normal. I got a lot done and I finally feel like I’m pulling my weight around here.”

“You know everyone basically worships you, right?” I said with a smile, “What you guys did on Scarif was kind of amazing. You’re basically celebrities now.”

“I know,” he said, furrowing his brow. “I think that’s part of the reason I’m having a hard time adjusting. I’m not used to so much… praise. It’s a little overwhelming.”

I nodded at his words and watched him carefully, the look of concentration on his face making me wonder what he was thinking. The mood had gone from playful to serious in no time and I couldn’t help but feel responsible for it, so I decided to do something to break the tense atmosphere.

I had an idea. It was stupid, and probably wouldn’t work, but it was an idea. And so far today, most of my ideas had gone pretty well, so I took the risk.

I leaned forward, draping my arms over his shoulders lazily while I gazed into his eyes. One of my hands took the tie out of his hair, making his already messy mane that much messier. I reached down and grabbed his hand to slip the hair tie onto his wrist, then locked my fingers with his. The blush that had formed on his cheeks spread to his ears and he swallowed hard, his eyes darting from mine, to my lips, and back. He kept opening his mouth like he was trying to say something, but couldn’t quite get the words out.

His breath fanned across my face as I inched closer, our lips millimeters away. Just as my lips ghosted over his, I pulled away, taking his goggles with me.

“How do you see in these things?” I asked, holding them up to my face and squinting into them.

Bodhi released the breath he’d been holding in the form of a laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “I can see in them just fine, thank you.”

“Why do you even have them?” I went on, putting the goggles over my eyes and looking around. “It’s not like you need to guard your eyes from anything, unless you fly ships with the windows down.”

“If I did that, I’d need a lot more than a pair of goggles,” he laughed, snatching them from my hands playfully. “I should get going, I should see if Cassian needs help with his ship.”

“Ask him if he’s seen any spiders lately,” I said, grinning up at him as he stood. “He’ll understand.”

“If you say so,” he smirked, “Oh, and one more thing.”

Before I had time to even process his words, he was leaning down and capturing my lips in a kiss, the hand that wasn’t holding the sheet to the side cupping the sides of my face as he did. The kiss was far too short for my liking, seeing as though I didn’t even realize it was happening until it was over. When he pulled away, he had that same sensual smirk on his face.

“If you’re going to kiss someone, it’s best not to half-ass it.”

The Charade; Part Seven

Summary: Two journalists strike a bargain with Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles to get the article they need, and end up getting more than they bargained for.
Pairings: Misha x OFC, Jensen x OFC
Word Count: 1791
Warnings: None?
A/N: Ash’s and my new collab! @d-s-winchester​​

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A Date with Oda

Note: I haven’t seen Nobunaga’s sequel in Tenka, but I have finished his route in SLBP. I hope I do him justice!

Hey everyone!  So, this is my first attempt at a Samurai Love Ballad Party fan fic.  I originally wrote it for @nijigendiaries because I think she was feeling down, but that was a while back, and Nobunaga is her bae. I also had just finished Shingen’s Divine Destiny Ending and was in the mindset about what the other Lords’ would be like.  So, I know that this likely isn’t accurate to his from Tenka, but oh well!  Sorry if he is a little OOC and that I got his childhood name wrong.  I will change it when I find out what it really is!

I also want to tag @jemchew because she mentioned my drabbling the other day.

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Do Dis: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

Tagged by @pka42, who never lets me off the hook….

Fic:

1) A piece from Hannibal’s POV behind bars as he gets some news about the outside world, tentatively titled, “Holes in the Floor of the Mind.” Only a couple more scenes left, but I’m pretty stuck. I wanted to do an art piece for this but don’t know if I’ll ever get there.

2) Will’s testimony from Hannibal’s trial. Just started it today and am already like seven pages in and haven’t even gotten to Garrett Jacob Hobbs getting shot. XD  Working title: “God Has Nothing to Do with It.” I currently am writing this as just a transcript, but I think I’d like to go back and flesh it out into real prose.

3) Hannibal and Will TAKING A BATH TOGETHER. AM I WRITING SMUT??? No, it’s angst, what else did you expect? No title currently. I’m not working on this piece often, but I’m VERY committed to it. I love it and fully intend to finish and publish.

4) A series of one-shots from various places in the series called “A Moment in the Life of Time.” Starts wtih Hannibal waiting for Will to awaken in “Digestivo.”

5) S4 fic. Stuck on ideas, still in prewriting stages. I’m bad at plot.

6) I’ve pretty much abandoned my Caribbean smut fic.

7) I’ve meant to do some companion spoofs of “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” but haven’t gotten around to it yet. 

Meta:

1) A discussion supporting that Will wasn’t lying in TWOTL when he said he had tricked Hannibal into turning himself in.

2) An actually comprehensive analysis of why it isn’t that Bedelia cut her own leg off. 

3) A full discussion of Hannibal’s morality

4) An analysis of the role of honesty in Hannibal and Will’s communication with each other in S3

Meta from asks (there’s some redundancy here):

1) What would Hannibal think of Adam Raki?

2) Is Will autistic or not? (for real this time)

3) When exactly does Will start having feelings for Hannibal?

4) Why did Bedelia convince Hannibal he needed to eat Will?

5) What defense mechanisms were the most evident in the show?

6) What are the current theories for S4?

7) What was Hannibal thinking when Will said, “You’d only do that if I rejected you”?

8) Was Bedelia jealous of Will?

9) What does the teacup on the show signify?

10) Talk more about Matthew Brown!

11) What is my take on Bedelia’s final scene?

12) Why do I think Hannibal loves humanity for its humanness?

13) When did I first start shipping Will/Hannibal?

14) What is my current interpretation of Will’s sexuality?

I haven’t hardly published any meta in a few months, so you can see I’m kind of burned out on it, but no matter how old these are (and some are REALLY old), I fully intend to get to them eventually. Some of them are even mostly written already and just need gifs or something. 

Guess I’d like to tag @theglintoftherail! (BTW, I’m going to finish “Conjoined” eventually, but I decided to wait till it was closer to finished.)