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Jealousy || Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

Request: Do you do one shots too or only imagines? If you do, I was thinking maybe an teen wolf x Riverdale crossover. Like the reader goes to Riverdale for the summer to hang out with her cousin that just moved there (Veronica) and she meets jughead and he reminds her of stiles the guy she’s been in love with since forever and she starts getting close to jug and Stiles finds out and gets jealous bc he’s lowkey in love with her too and he goes to Riverdale to get her and maybe there’s some angst and smut

A/n: I haven’t posted anything in months (probably 6 months? Idk) and I’m really sorry about that. I had zero motivation to write anything and if I did nothing would come to me, so I’m really sorry. But now I’m back with school almost being over, I have a lot of time now. So enjoy this imagine that I wrote and sorry if it isn’t perfect and sorry if there’s any grammar error. Love you guys x

“Do you have to go?” A sad looking Stiles asked from across the room. You sighed, nodding your head as you packed some clothes in your suitcase. Stiles let out a puff and got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to your bed. “I don’t want you to.”

 “Stiles, it’s just the summer. It would go by pretty fast.” You told the brown haired boy and gave him a smile. He gave you a forced smile and you threw the shirt you had in your hands at him. Stiles let out a loud squeak, making you burst out laughing. 

 “That was so not cool.” Stiles claimed, glaring at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and giggled a bit. “Tell me again why are you leaving?”

 “I haven’t seen my cousin, Veronica, in a really long time and she always lived on the other side of the states and now that she’s 5 hour away I can finally go and visit her.” You exclaimed, getting excited about the fact that you’re going to see your beloved cousin after so, so long.

 “What if a monster invades the town?” He asked and you stopped folding your clothes to look at him, raising your eyebrows at him.

 “Stiles, if anyone invades the town there’s always Scott, Malia, Lydia…” you started to say, your face feeling hot before finishing your sentence, “and they have you. If anyone can stop those monsters, it’s you..”

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Tennessee Whiskey

Title: Tennesee Whiskey

Summary: Dean Winchester doesn’t think he can fall in love. But every time he thinks of the way he’s around her, the way she makes him smile even in the darkest of days, he starts to believe that maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 2315

Warnings: Hmmm. Like the tiniest bit of angst. Drinking as a coping mechanism (not healthy, but this is Dean we’re talking about, so, you know…). And fluff, guys. So much fluff.  

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @supernatural-jackles Jen’s SPN Birthday Challenge. My sweetest friend, Jen, happy birthday (even if I’m a few days early) and thank you so much for letting me participate. I loved working on this one.

My prompt for this was a gif that’s inserted into the fic. The story is very much based on Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey (which is the most amazing song ever and has Dean’s name all over it *cough* the glorious Jensen Ackles has covered that song and it’s a dream *cough*)

Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 because she is the best best-friend and writing guru in the world (and because she kept me sane these past few weeks). You’re the best, twin. 

Thank y’all for bearing with me. Enjoy <3 

Originally posted by dontlookatmeitwashim

Dean Winchester had always liked bars.

He liked the way they looked, deep mahogany booths and age-speckled lights making him feel at home in places that had seen their fair share of stories, the way that distinct scent of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey clung to his clothes afterwards, like it was a piece of him.

He liked the inverted bottles that were pressed along the walls, the beer and the whiskey and the bourbon, and the way it burnt down his throat and made him feel something, anything, on those nights he was far too numb and far too broken to believe he was alive in the first place.

Alcohol used to be Dean’s poison and fuel anyway; it cleansed the impure parts of him and kept him going when he felt like there wasn’t much to keep going for.

And then she came along.

Y/N waltzed into his life years ago, when she’d shakily shot the werewolf that had kidnapped her right in the heart, and, ever since that day, she’d somehow managed to wove herself deep into the fabric of his existence.

He didn’t even notice at first.

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So I’m a customer at a certain variety of “dollar” general store and there’s a pretty bad storm moving in quickly, and the power goes out. It comes back on immediately, but we have to wait for the system to boot. Customer decides she is too important for that and starts demanding that the cashier take her cash and scan her item (an all important bottle of b-12 gummies) later.

Obviously this is a ridiculous demand and the cashier is like “I literally cannot” and this woman proceeds to bitch and complain as loudly as possible. Now, I don’t work in retail any more, thank god, but I remember the feeling, and folks, I fucking LOST IT. I went right over the top of her rant and I was like “YOU KNOW WHAT, WE’RE ALL HAVING TO WAIT, WE ALL WANT TO GET HOME BEFORE THE RAIN, AND YOU ARE LITERALLY ASKING HER TO RISK BEING FIRED OVER YOUR STUPID B-12 GUMMIES, FUCKING SHUT UP.”

She was a bit taken aback, and attempted to tell me that it was none of my business, to which I replied, “You made it my business when you started acting the fool in front of everyone.”

She shut up and I felt amazing. So many times I have wanted to do that and now I finally can.

Her Hero

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky run out of food and make a stop at the grocery store, but someone is about to change Bucky’s life and the way he thinks about himself.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and oral sex but if you blink you miss it. Pure Fluff like I think you may die.

Word Count: 817

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

‘You okay, Buck?’ you asked as he started to open all of the cupboard doors, close them and reopen them like food was magically going to appear in them.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to rationalise with himself, that he was over reacting. ’(Y/N), we have no food.’

You just laughed it off and skipped over to him. You ran your roamed over his bulky chest soothingly, calming him almost immediately once your hands entwined behind his neck. 'Baby, you need to calm down, you could have texted while I was out.’

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The Painter’s Muse

OMG ANON THANK YOU! I always love getting requests, they’re so fun. I hope you like it anon! Tbh, I never considered writing a Minghao imagine, but I like how it ended up(:

Originally posted by mountean

Pairing: Minghao/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You’ve sworn you seen the girl in the painting, staring contently at you, you just don’t remember ever posing for the picture centuries before. 

Author’s note: I never really thought of writing a soulmate AU, but I decided that a reincarnation one was the only one that makes sense. I read soulmate AU’s a lot, and I love them, it’s just sometimes things don’t add up. Thats why Minghao’s names are different in his past life times, because I feel like that makes the most sense, also I just FINISHED GOBLIN. Which plays with the same idea and I will forever be obsessed with the grim reaper and sunny. THEY WERE SO DAMN CUTE. Someone hold me, I’m still recovering from the drama. 

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Kagerou Daze Manga - Chapter 49: Lost Daze/Days I

ロストデイズ I

Comic GENE 4月 issue (read right to left)
Manga by: Satou Mahiro
Original by: Jin (Shizen no Teki-P)
Character Designs by: Shidu, Wannyanpuu

Disclaimer: Only the scanning of the pages belong to me.

Finally the Snake of the “Clearing’s” form have been revealed!!! And within that sinister grasp, Momo…!!

※Permission for large use/reUP of scans is highly appreciated.
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Please support the series when you can!


We have all got off Jin’s No Chill Train for the Feels Train.

I can’t believe this chapter update left me anxious once I received the notification that my copy of Comic Gene arrived. And true, no deaths, but still…blood and Kido’s dead body T_T

Seriously, feels time. Enjoy!

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A Letter to Nintendo (I Met My Love on Mario Kart)

Dear Nintendo,

If you didn’t exist I would not have met the love of my life. You’re probably thinking, “So you bumped into someone and realised you both liked Nintendo, who doesn’t? Cool story…” Not even close. 

The year was 2008, a year I’m sure many hold dear in their hearts. The year Mario Kart Wii was released. I don’t know about yours, but my days were filled with holding that wheel (of the plastic kind). MKWii was basically the air I breathed, I still remember my very first online race as crisp as a freshly cut lawn (Grumble Volcano before people realised that glitch existed). After playing the other Mario Kart games over the years against item-lucky computers (and the rare actual person), this blew my mind. However this is barely relevant to the story. The point is, people. There were people out there, just like you and me, casually sitting on the couch with a wheel imprint (perhaps 3.5% of the racing population) left in our hands and soul. Many hours (days, weeks, months), races (thousands, easily), blood sweat and tears went into this game and we all got something out of it I’m sure; fun, frustration, and friends.

Living in that piece of country people may often forget even exists (if it weren’t for the fact we use kangaroos as transport, especially after we realised emus don’t fly nor reverse), the option to play continental was such a blessing as we would often bump into the same people and you’d have that unspoken connection. No words, no contact, you just recognised each other by your Mii and/or name (for those who didn’t change it from John to W4FFLEZ, to SwagMeister89 every day). There was this one player that just stuck out to me, perhaps it was her luscious brown pixilated hair. Or it could have been because we seemed to be completely evenly matched, the only thing that separated us were those items. She’d win one race, I’d win the next. We had formed some unspoken bond, completely without contact, as we wouldn’t hit each other with items but were happy to do so to others. Side by side we’d race until some item-happy player would come along and separate us. So I’d stop at the finish line for her, even if that meant getting last place, just to let her know I saw what happened and she doesn’t deserve to come last because of some item spammer (you know, usually the 3 red shells one at a time). This became a trend and went both ways, I’d see her waiting there at the finish line for me. Then we’d both stop, together, and neither of us would cross. We just sat there at the line, revving our engines, moving backwards and forwards, wanting the other to cross. I still remember so clearly at 1am in the morning we ended up in a race together with just one other person, so the 3 of us. The race started but, simultaneously, we turned around and went backwards, did loops around each other, did the stop start (like when cloud man picks you up and you need a boost) into each other’s vehicles, grabbed items just to hit each other with, not having a single care about the race itself. This lasted for a good while, many laughs were had, and it seemed a true bond was formed - without a single word to each other. At this point, Mario Kart Wii didn’t have the option to add a friend just by clicking on them, or contacting them for that matter. You had to actually converse with them to get their friend code to then become friends, so all this time we were ‘scouring the country side’ to find each other (or more so because Australia is about as big as a 250kb USB, it was easy to bump into each other). Race after race, hour after hour, day after day, week after week we would race.

I didn’t know who this girl was (or even if she was a girl on the other side, let’s be honest) but we were Mario Kart soul mates. It wasn’t just Mario Kart that I loved, it was racing her, through our unspoken bond and silly rituals, that was fun in the purest form. It sounds like a Mario Kart love story… Until that dreaded time came where eventually we went our separate ways. It was time to say that unspoken goodbye, time to let go of that unspoken bond, time to move on. That was it…

So that’s the story, I met the pixilated love of my life and we raced until we could race no more.

…Ah but that’s only the beginning.

 6 years later Mario Kart 8 was released and I wiped the dust off the wheel, reflecting on the past. That wheel was my partner in crime, Epona to Link. It had scratches, bits missing out of it, even bite marks (ahem, sometimes races don’t exactly go your ways…). Those were the times! I jumped online only to find I had people from France, UK and Italy roam my races. Where were my fellow Australians? I played a few races and that was it, holding too strongly onto the past. Down went my trusty wheel and off went the game.

Until one afternoon my brother was bored (or procrastinating) and wanted to know what Mario Kart 8 was like, as we didn’t spend that much time together it was a prime opportunity to chill. So I popped it on, jumped online and went through the motions. A few races with people so far away, whilst fun, I got bored too fast. Almost switching the console off, something stopped me. Those brown eyes, luscious brown hair, big smile, black outfit. Could it be? It was. It was her. In a packed race filled with people from France, UK and Italy there were two Australians. Myself and the girl I raced almost 7 years ago. The girl who stopped at the line for me, the girl who didn’t hit me with items, the girl who who was my racing equal, the girl who I never spoke a word with but shared an unspoken bond. She had the same Mii, same name, there was no doubt it was her. Unlike me I had a different Mii (puberty does things to you) and a different name (I felt now that I was 23 I could level up from nickname to actual name). I knew who she was but she would never know who I am! I was on the tracks riding next to her, beeping at her, bumping into her, all the while knowing she would just think I’m some weirdo who doesn’t know how to handle a bike. It was all so ironic, as well as the fact unlike MK Wii we both didn’t race as our Miis but as Mario and Peach (the helmets covered up our luscious brown hair, y’see). Mario chasing his princess whilst the princess was basically in another castle/didn’t know who he was. I wanted to reach out and tell her who I was; I was that guy she raced almost 7 years ago, that guy who stopped at the line for her, protected her from items, the guy who she stayed up with into the early hours of the morning, that guy she never spoke a single word to. I savoured every race not knowing if I’d ever be able to see her again. I raced by her side race after race, even though I was hit with her items (“And if you hurt me, that’s okay baby” - Ed Sheeran, ‘Photograph’), I even stopped at the line for her. Did she know who I was? Probably not. Next race she was gone. 

And that is how I met the love of my life on Mario Kart, twice. Does that count as a real love story? We basically raced into the sunset to live happily ever after, right?

So there may be more to it. Being in a state of excitement, nostalgia, and who knows what, I was a man on a mission. When I’m a man on a mission I usually forget the simple things, like clicking on her Mii to add her as a friend. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. So I literally was a man on a mission. My first resort, google. Obviously no luck. Miiverse! Excitedly I reached ‘Search Users’ and typed in her name, only to realise that it was one of the most common names to exist. After about an hour of searching my hope was wearing thin, my face resembled a Mii who came in at least 10th, head down, lost, reflecting, pondering. Hang on, she had stars in her name! Apparently everyone with the name Lisa has stars in them. No luck. Utterly defeated, I held the power button down for two seconds and just before the third I realised something. Something didn’t look right… That’s right, she had spaces between the stars! I’ve never been more determined to hit that space bar. There she was. I had found her.

“Hey Lisa! I’m not sure if you’d remember me but I used to race as Ed back in the MKWii days! Was good to see you, can see you haven’t lost your touch!” Not even sure if she’d see the message or even reply, it was all in the hands of fate now. Fate it certainly was. She remembered me. We conversed through Miiverse, learning little basic bits about each other. The most important being that The Legend of Zelda was our favourite gaming series (and basically favourite thing to exist). To the point I have a Zelda tattoo and her dog’s name is Link. Destiny? From there, she asked for my email address so she could send me a photo of Link (let’s just say I am very thankful for Miiverse’s lack of characters/ability to send photos). 

One message turned into many, across days, weeks and months. A one sentence message grew into paragraphs, pages, novels, photos and videos. One single message evolved into over 25 000 words combined. Who knew what one message could lead to. I had found someone who I connected with on every level, whom I shared endless things in common with, big to small (to the point of both of us being left-handed and our birthdays being 2 days apart). However she lived a whole state away. This was nothing but a mere friendship over the internet.

I came across the amazing fan book “Legend of the Hero” by Kari Fry and bought one, along with a few other Zelda bits and pieces. A thought crossed my mind, perhaps I could send this to her? I mean it’s just as easy for her to go buy it herself, but it would be nice, right? So she ended up giving me her address and I excitedly made her a Zelda package. 

Off it went, along with my number on the back of the package (as required by the, ultimate wingman, post office). I soon received a very excited text message and from there we conversed through text - although we couldn’t let go of our novel emails straight away, as our recent messages were “Hey, just letting you know the Postman has left something in your inbox (Da na na naaaa)!” Soon after she sent me my very own Zelda package, which was easily the best package I have ever received in my life.

From there I knew I wanted to meet her. I wanted to drop everything, catch a plane, and meet this girl who I shared this abnormally special connection with. Meet this girl who I had raced for many hours, days, weeks and months on Mario Kart(s) (“Oh I lost you once but I found you twice, and my search is over” - ‘Deeper Love’, Mike Mago). Meet this girl who I waited for; not only at the line but, unknowingly, for many years. Meet this girl who I had spent hours upon hours writing to, words upon words, photos upon photos. Meet this girl who seemed to be a destined part of my life. That I did. 

One single flight and a solid friendship turned into thirteen flights (within a month) and a beautiful relationship, with the final flight being a permanent one. I’ve now moved states, transferred jobs, and am living with my best friend, my soulmate, my love. Best decision I’ve ever made was to catch that flight. No, the best decision I’ve ever made was to play Mario Kart. 

Who knew that Mario Kart could forever change your life?

Thank you, Nintendo.

- Elijah 

P.S. We are now very happily engaged - Zelda rings* for the both of us!

*Austin Moore from Earth Art Gem and Jewelry (https://www.etsy.com/shop/mooredesign13) made both our rings, with Lisa’s being a custom made design. Absolutely recommend!

P.P.S. Here is a link to the video (also included within post) of me proposing to my now fiancee (with Mario Kart included - as well as a Zelda cake): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukkw6XI4jTo 

Thank you, Nintendo.

anonymous asked:

I feel down after the new episode, do you think it is still possible that dean will stop sleeping around with women and get together with cas? idk i feel like it will never end and since 11x23 we've seen dean repeat too much that cas is a brother/best friend and it's starting to make me nervous

Well, Dean is a single man, not in a committed relationship (even if WE can clearly see he’s obviously married to Cas), who is allowed to sleep with whoever he wants. Period. But there are some things in that whole scene in the Pickle Jack Shack. And I mean really… the whole place is a sexual innuendo.

Sorry for my “photo of the tv screen screencapping” but… that phallic pickle protruding from the bull riding sign? Ooookay.

(this is also for my two anons asking about what the significance of “Riding Larry” is, so heads up. All will be revealed!)

Also, isn’t it awesome that Sam picked agents Moon and Entwhistle– the two deceased members of The Who as their aliases. THE WHO? on the nose aliases there.

Dean had been “Springsteen, like the Boss” the night before when he’d been talking with her. After she agrees to tell them everything that happened, here’s what she says, with my commentary in parenthesis:

Elke: He ordered burgers to go. It was gonna be a minute. We were slammed. And you knocked back… four shots of tequila?

(already yet another implication that Dean had been drunk, when four shots of tequila for him is probably a warm up)

Elke: Put some (finger quotes) “sick jams” on the juke, and then you hit the bull.

Sam: he what?

Dean: I what?

Elke: Oh yeah, you had the hots for Larry as soon as you walked in here.

(immediately setting an entirely different tone for this conversation, by presenting Dean’s interest in Larry– the mechanical bull with a huge pickle for a phallus– as sexual. Larry is a man’s name, and Dean had “the hots” for him.)

Sam: (quite befuddled by this) He… Dean… you rode Larry?

Dean: (considers this for a minute) Was I good?

Elke: You were– amazing.

(Dean processes that– the fact that he apparently demonstrated skill at riding Larry, and then hums in acceptance of the fact. He smiles. Elke smiles, Sam rolls his eyes so hard he nearly pulls a muscle).

Elke: Anyway, We got to talking, and… you know…

(remember what she’d said earlier, that they were “slammed,” meaning overwhelmed by a rush of customers. Not exactly the sort of situation in which a waitress can “get to talking” with a customer just waiting around for his dinner order to be ready, you know? I already suspect that Elke realizes that Dean WAS roofied here, and didn’t exactly remember what he’d said or done with her… AND THIS I BELIEVE WAS HER TEST TO PROVE IT. She needed to confirm whether he did or didn’t remember what had happened. I’ll quote her here, and then explain afterward)

Elke: (in response to Dean’s complete straight-faced, emotionless waiting for her answer) We blew off some steam.

(Dean STILL has to stop and work out exactly what she means, and then when it registers, Dean only replies with a surprised little “Ah!” Not seeming to recall anything. Because he didn’t. And this doesn’t seem to bother Elke. Because she’s already been told that he was “roofied.” Because most folks would be upset that someone had no obvious response to the confirmation that they’d apparently had sex… It’s kinda insulting, you know? BUT ELKE WAS NOT INSULTED BY DEAN’S LACK OF ANY SORT OF RESPONSE TO THIS INFORMATION. Like the slap to his face earlier implied she would be.)

Sam: Did you see him talking with anyone else?

Elke: My bartender said she saw him run out of here like his pants caught on fire. We were supposed to meet up after close-up. But you never showed… 

(Dean looks lost again)

Elke: Poor thing, you were all roofed up! I didn’t… I am so sorry if I took advantage of you.

Dean: (smiling uncomfortably… because yeah… and patting her on the arm) It’s okay.

(Sam asks if they have security cameras and then the scene shifts to Sam and Dean sitting at a table watching security footage on a laptop)

Dean: First action in I don’t know how long, and it’s like it never even happened. Figures.

Sam: Ha. See now that’s comedy.


Yes, waffles.

Who doesn’t love waffles? May I direct you to the Waffle Masterpost, containing EVERY reference to waffles ever on this show (well, aside from this episode, but I’ll update it in a bit here…)


But what it boils down to is the fact that waffles in this show share some of the same symbolism with El Sol beer. And if it wasn’t clear enough, there was a huge glowing El Sol sign there for good measure.

But as soon as Dean spotted Elke when he and Sam walked into the bar, he identified her as, “the girl from the waffles.” SHE WAS AN ILLUSION, A DECEPTION. She was the girl from the waffles. Waffles being a “more innocent deception” than El Sol.

Because her story of what she and Dean did contradicts itself. Either they were “slammed” to the point that they were so busy that Dean had to wait so long for his food that he not only had multiple shots of tequila but ALSO had time to ride Larry, or she and Dean had time for a leisurely chat and even MORE time to take a break and go somewhere to “blow off some steam.”

Which was it, lady?

She only knew that Dean LEFT, in fact “ran out of here like his pants caught on fire,” because HER BARTENDER told her. Because Elke was “slammed” with customers. THIS IS WHY SHE SLAPPED HIM. Because Dean ran out before her shift ended, when they were supposed to meet up. He ditched her, and then “pretended” not to even recognize her, after having chatted her up and made plans for after her apparently very busy shift, and that’s why I think she was just fucking with him here.

I mean, either she was so busy that Dean had to wait for service, or she had enough time to have some sort of long talk and a quickie in the bathroom or the alley or wherever. WHICH WAS IT, ELKE?!

So in the conversation that revolved around the fact that Dean had been “roofied,” bookended by “the girl from the waffles” and Dean’s assertion that it was “like it never even happened,” well…

I have serious doubts that anything really DID happen.

I mean, I think he was planning on something happening. He was going to go back after her shift to meet up with her… possibly… but did he ever even get his burgers?! 

And without his memories, is it weird that it took THREE TRIES to find the place Dean had gone that night. That place was the third one they checked out, and Sam would’ve followed the same sort of Hunter Logic in trying to find the burger joint Dean went to, probably starting with the one closest to their motel and working his way out. So Dean bypassed two other perfectly good burger places to walk to THIS PLACE SPECIFICALLY. This place that advertised the mechanical bull riding.

This place where Elke confirmed that Dean “had the hots for Larry as soon as he walked in.”

Dean went out of his way to get a burger from THIS PLACE not because he didn’t think the other burger places were any good, but BECAUSE HE WANTED TO RIDE THE MECHANICAL BULL. My guess? He probably saw the sign on their way back to the motel, and he gave the excuse to Sam that he was going out for burgers while Sam did the research SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SNEAK OUT AND RIDE LARRY.

I mean… ???? This is one of those things that Performing Dean would NEVER do, would NEVER ADMIT TO SAM that he would do. Which is why Sam was so ?????? that Dean actually RODE LARRY.

Because Dean hadn’t been “roofied” yet at that point. That was all Dean.

He wanted to do something silly and fun and homoerotic without being judged for it. This is the same Dean that unapologetically loves Finding Nemo. And waffles…

So he has a few shots of liquid courage and climbs on Larry. We see that scene at the end of the episode. He fully gets that memory back, and what appear to be snippets of Hexed Dean Moments… and yet he gets no memories back of his “blowing off some steam” with Elke.

Because it’s like it never even happened.

I think Elke was slowly realizing throughout her conversation that Sam and Dean weren’t lying about Dean not remembering anything from the night before. So she went from angry over having been stood up and Dean “pretending” he didn’t even remember her, to passive-aggressively answering their questions… to noticing Sam and Dean’s bizarre reactions to hearing that he gleefully rode Larry… and then I think threw in the bit about blowing off steam with him just to see his reaction.

He seemed genuinely incapable of either confirming or denying it, and took her word for it that they did something sexual. He wasn’t gross about it, he didn’t elaborate on her assertion, nor did he immediately deny it either. He just accepted her word and moved on.

Notice immediately after that point she distances herself from Dean with her words… not “he ran out” or “I saw him run out, but “my bartender said she saw him run out.” BECAUSE ELKE HERSELF WAS “SLAMMED.” She was busy DOING HER JOB. She didn’t even SEE him run out without his food.

And really, how the hell long was he there, if he had multiple shots while waiting for the burgers, picked songs on the jukebox, rode Larry, made plans for after work with Elke (that he may or may not have intended to follow up on) while sitting at the bar while SHE WAS BUSY WORKING. Long enough after all that for her to not even notice him suddenly run out? BEFORE HE EVEN GOT HIS BURGERS?!

Like, how the hell long does it take to flip a couple of burgers? 15? 20 minutes tops? Even if they’re slammed?

And he still managed to do ALL THAT ^^ WHILE WAITING?

And then as Dean and Sam ran out the back door, we can see a GIANT glowing El Sol sign just inside the bar.

EVERYTHING that happened in there, aside from Dean riding Larry, was an illusion that started with the girl from the waffles and ended with him escaping out the back door past an El Sol sign.

The ONLY thing we actually SEE that was TRUE was that Dean rode Larry.

(aside to note that Dean confirmed himself that he hasn’t had any “action” in so long he can’t even remember when it happened…)

And for my Larry anons, I have no idea if “Riding Larry” is an idiom, but “riding” is a sexual innuendo. And the implication that Dean rode Larry… well… I mean just watch him and tell me what you think is going on there… Dean… riding a dude called Larry… it’s not complex math here.

(and heck here’s another reference… that time Dean WAS roofied in 9.13… SWEET POTATOES. Salted caramel. Best of both worlds. Salty and sweet. and that reminds me of the other “sweet” references lately in relation to angels… and we’re down the rabbit hole again)

Fights and Cries - Request

Requested by anon: - Can you make a fic where the reader and Sherlock argue so the reader leaves Baker Street for a while. While she’s gone Sherlock is having flashbacks of her and their time together. He puts his emotions into composing a song for her on his violin to play it when she returns. With just a lot of fluff please!!
& anon: Could you do something where you call Sherlock a freak in the heat of an argument and he’s really hurt by it :( because you’re the only one who never called him that (John also, but for dramatic purposes yanno)

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 1.776

Warnings: Sad Sherlock, Sad (Y/N).

A/N: I have never written the words “I love you” so many times in one fanfic before this… Also, I’m soooo tired right now that there are probably loads of mistakes. Sorry about that.


Originally posted by whenisayrunrun

How foolish had he been by acting like that, by talking to her like that. She had been the only person ever not to call him like that, the only person in the world to understand him and now that was over.

She had called him a freak, and she had done so because he had called her a lot of things he wouldn’t dare to repeat out loud ever again. It was in the heat of an argument, a very silly argument – but Sherlock always took such things seriously.

It was a dumb argument. Sherlock didn’t even remember why it started, but he knew that it escalated slowly until it exploded and she left. She had stomped out the room furiously, shutting the door and running down the rainy street without caring to grab an umbrella first.

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The New Girl

 Word Count: 3350

A/N: this was requested, and I had a lot of fun writing it. Be careful tho lol because there are some… interesting and kind of inappropriate names… don’t be too confused, you’ll understand if you read it, haha. Much love! Also I’m back after what feels like 10 years lol

Originally posted by riverdale-slut

Originally posted by crayonboxhearts


    “Welcome to Riverdale, a town with pep.” Y/Ns mom read as they passed the sign, and Y/N sighed, choking back tears that were threatening to spill. She stared out the window watching as trees and houses passed by her in a blur, trying her best to observe her new home. “Y/N, are you okay sweetie?” Her moms voice called, and she faced the front of the car, giving a soft but fake smile.

    “I guess so, why?” she asked, and her mom shrugged, looking back at her daughter for a split second.

    “I don’t know, you just looked like you were in one of those sad R&B music videos from the early 2000’s, that’s all.” she said, and Y/N looked at her confused, to which her mom noticed through the rear view window. “Or is that too early for you to remember?” she asked, and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Maybe you’re too young.”

    “I know what you’re talking about mom, I just didn’t think I looked that emo.” she mumbled, and her mom chuckled to herself.

    “You may not think you look like it, but you’re definitely starting to sound emo.” she mumbled to herself, thankfully Y/N didn’t notice. Her mom sighed softly to herself, looking at her daughter through the rear view window again, watching as she sulked and stared outside.

    “Y/N, sweetie, I know you’re upset about the move, but we will be okay. We just needed a fresh start, away from your school, away from the house, and away from your father.” she said, watching as Y/N swallowed hard.

   "I know… I just miss James and my friends, that’s all.“ she said, wiping the tear that strayed from her eyes.

    "James is always welcomed to visit, same goes for your friends.” her mom tried to reassure, but Y/N shook her head.

    “They’re 16 and we live hundreds, even thousands of miles away!” she spat, her voice shaking slightly.

    “You and James can make a long distance relationship work, I believe in what you two have.” her mom said softly, but Y/N just huffed.

    “Doesn’t matter, we broke up because we knew we couldn’t make it work, we are too young.” she said, more tears falling, and her mom slowly nodded her head.

    “I’m sorry honey, maybe you’ll find someone new out here.” she replied quietly, her grip on the steering wheel tightening. She just wanted to take her kid away from their old life, it wasn’t a nice one and Y/N and her deserved better. She deserved better.

    After a few minutes more of driving, her mom pulled up into a driveway, and Y/N looked up from her phone, observing the nearby neighbors. In the house next to her she watched as a red-headed boy walked out of his house, a guitar in hand. His gaze caught hers for a split second before a blonde and a raven haired girl ran from a car parked in front of the house to him, bringing his attention to them. But then she saw another boy walk out of the house, and just like the first one his eyes met hers, although this time her breath caught in her throat and neither of them looked away.

    “Home sweet home.” Y/Ns mom called, parking the car and Y/N jumped out of the car, eyes still on the boy in the neighboring lawn. The boy wore a grey crown beanie on his head, and wore dark brooding clothes. He was tall and seemed like he had gone through some shit, but she could see he was sweet, although it seemed like he didn’t show that side of him often. The boy smiled softly, and she returned it, not noticing the blonde making her way towards her.

    “Did you just move here?” She asked excitedly, and Y/N snapped her gaze from the boy who had really caught her eye.

    “Betty, calm down, you’ll scare the poor girl.” The raven haired one said, and Y/N smiled sweetly, as to not look bitchy towards the two girls who were obvious just trying to be nice.

    “Oh hello girls!” Her mom said excitedly, closing the car door.

    “Hi!” The girls said in unison, and Y/N rolled her eyes, earning a chuckle from the dark haired boy.

    “I’m Stephani Wishings, and this is my daughter Y/N Wishings, we just moved here, in fact, this is our first day here.” her mom said cheerily, hoping that the four kids standing in front of her would be friends with her daughter. She looked towards the ginger and smirked, he definitely seemed Y/Ns type, James was pretty similar to him.

    “Hi Y/N, I’m Betty Cooper.” The blonde said, and the raven haired one smiled too.

    “Veronica Lodge, happy to be your friend!” she said happily, and Y/N smiled softly.

    “I’m Archie Andrews,” the ginger called, making his way towards the group with the dark haired boy behind him. “And this is-”

    “Uh no, I can introduce myself, I know how to talk.” he said, making Y/N chuckle slightly. “I’m Jughead Jones the third.” he said, extending his hand to which she gladly accepted.

    “It’s nice to meet you, Jughead.” She said sweetly, and then quickly looked to everyone else. “It’s nice to meet all of you.”

    “Y/N sweetie, we should probably start moving stuff into the house, you can talk to your new friends when we’re done.” Her mom called, and Y/N turned to her and nodded. Stephani looked at her daughter still holding hands with the tall Jughead boy and gave her a suspicious look, to which Y/N realized what it was about. She looked at Jughead and pulled her hand away, blushing as she backed up.

    “We’ll be at Pops diner later tonight around 8, you should join us.” Jughead said, and Y/N nodded.

     "I’ll be there.“ she quickly replied, and everyone nodded.

    "She’ll be there if we’re done with moving boxes and such inside!” her mom called, and Y/N faced her new friends, mouthing “I’ll be there either way.” The teenagers laughed and she made her way inside, smiling to herself.

• • •

    “You made it.” Jughead said, and Y/N turned towards the booth where the boy was sitting, walking towards him.

    “I did, I have to admit though, I got lost trying to find my way here.” She said, taking a seat and the boy laughed, closing his laptop.

    “We all do every once in awhile, don’t sweat it. Anyways, you’re new so you have an excuse.” He said, and Y/N blushed slightly, a comfortable silence falling between them.

    “Where is everyone else?” Y/N asked, and Jughead checked his phone for messages and opened it up, texting his friends back.

    “They…” he started, typing away on his phone, and then setting it down. “They said they’re on their way.”

    “Oh okay, good.” she said, and Jughead chuckled.

    “I’m sorry hanging out with just me is so terrible.” He teased, and Y/Ns face drained, panic setting in that she’d given him that impression.

    “N-No, not at all it’s just…” she trailed off as Jughead gave her an amused look, and she realized he was only kidding. “I mean yeah, absolutely awful. You’re the worst.”

    “Same to you, new girl.” He said, and a waiter came over, placing a basket of fries between the two.

    “These are on the house, Pops says welcome to the neighborhood.” the waiter said kindly, giving a smile to Y/N, and she returned it. The waiter leaned down to Y/Ns ear, checking to make sure Jughead could still hear what was being said. “He also says to watch out for this one, says he’s complete trouble with writing skills that could kill and a look that can make all the ladies swoon.” Y/N chuckled and the waiter left with a wink.

    “Thank you!” She yelled towards Pops who was behind the counter, and he gave her a nod in response, then she turned back to Jughead.

    “Anyways, as I was going to say before I was given that all important warning, thisnew girl has a name, you know. Or did you forget already, it wouldn’t surprise me.” she joked.

    “I haven’t forgotten,” he started, faking offense. “You’re… Jack Kanoff?”

    “Oh my god, no!” Y/N said, chuckling at his odd guess.

    “No? Damn… hmmm, are you Hugh Jazz?” he asked, a smug smile plastered to his face as Y/Ns burnt red.

    “Close, but no.” she said, taking fries in her hand and popping them in her mouth. “Wanna give it one more go?” she asked, and he nodded, pretending to think hard.

    “Y/N Wishings, that’s the name I was looking for.” he said, and she nodded her head, giving a quiet and slow round of applause for the beanie clad boy.

    “I’m proud you finally got my name right, Ben Dover.” Y/N said with a wink, making Jughead laugh so much he choked on his fries.

    “Did I just hear you tell Jughead to bend over?” Archie asked, sliding into the booth next to Jughead, and Y/Ns face burned bright red again.

    “That’s what I heard too.” Veronica teased, sitting by Y/N followed by Betty.

    “We were just calling eachother by outrageous names, that’s all.” Jughead said, winking over to Y/N, who for the first time since she had gotten to Riverdale, felt her stomach flutter. She was catching feelings for the raven haired boy, and she was…okay with it? Maybe he’d be the one to replace James, sure James and her were in love, but sometimes good things end so better things could come. She’d always love James, sure, but maybe, just maybe Jughead Jones would be her new love.

    “If you want to keep your crush on our very own Jughead Jones a secret, I’d refrain from staring too long.” Veronica whispered, snapping Y/N out of her trance, and she panicked realizing that she had in fact been staring.

    “Oh, uh, thanks. I kinda zoned out there.” Y/N whispered back, and Veronica nodded understandingly.

     "I don’t blame you, he might be the towns black sheep but he’s one handsome son of a bitch, gets it from his dad.“ Veronica said, and Y/N chuckled slightly with Veronica. ”If it makes you feel any better, Archie, Betty, and I were talking about how Jughead wouldn’t stop talking about you when you left for your house earlier, boy definitely is crushing on you, which is weird because before, we were almost certain he was incapable of any emotions at all. He’s usually so… neutral.“ Betty leaned in as well, smiling at Y/N.

    ”Very true, he’s kinda emo.“ She teased, and the three of them laughed, making Archie clear his throat.

    "What are we talking about, ladies?” He asked, and the three of them separated, putting on their most innocent looks they could.

    “None of your business, Archiekins.” Veronica said, giving a smile towards Betty and Y/N. For the rest of the night, the five of them joked around and ate, enjoying each others company’s and at the end, Y/N smiled to herself as she got up from the booth, she had definitely found her new best friends.

• • •

    Y/N had been in Riverdale for 2 months now, and she was the happiest she had been in awhile. Sure Riverdale was going through some… rough patches as her mom would put it, but she had friends that made her feel like she belonged. When she was with them, she forgot about her old school, her asshole dad, and her old shitty and depressing life. Tonight was no different, Veronica, Betty, Archie and Kevin were going to go clubbing, and had somehow talked Jughead into joining. At first, Y/N was skeptical, and she knew her mom wouldn’t go for it, but she decided a fun night with her friends would be worth the punishment she was sure to receive once her mom found out where she had gone.

    “Look at you!” Veronica exclaimed as Y/N walked out of the bathroom, and all eyes fell on her, Jugheads breath catching in his throat. Y/N made her way out of the bathroom in one of Veronica’s dresses, a sparkly black, tight dress which was something Y/N would never go for, but Veronica made her, and she was kinda glad she did. She was wearing heels, again something she’d probably never do, and her nails were painted as well. She decided since it was a night out, she was going to go with makeup, and went with her signature winged eyeliner and mascara, but added a little something new, a red lip.

    “You look amazing!” Betty said, walking over and giving her a once over, making Y/N smile. She noticed Jugheads stare, and she felt herself melt, although she wasn’t one to let it show, she stood taller and more confident and glanced around the room at everyone dressed up.

    “We ready to go?” Y/N asked, and everyone nodded.

    “Let’s get our party on!” Kevin exclaimed, opening the front door, and everyone shuffled outside, Y/N and Jughead walking together in the back of the group.

    “You look great.” Jughead said quietly, only loud enough for her to hear, and she blushed.

    “You don’t look bad yourself, you clean up nicely.” She said, and they climbed into the back of Archie’s truck, the engine starting and Jughead took Y/Ns hand, and she leaned into him. They made their way to the club and somehow got in even though they were literally a group of 6 underaged teenagers.

    Betty and Archie hit the dance floor, Betty a giggling mess with Archie’s hands on her waist looking all to happy to be dancing with the perfect girl next door. Kevin and Veronica had hit the bar, and were soon also on the dance floor as well, all eyes on them. Y/N and Jughead on the other hand were standing in a corner, sipping on Dr. Peppers and Rum, and talking to eachother.

    After an hour of chatter, Y/N felt her drink kicking in a bit and she felt an urge to dance. She excused herself and got two new drinks, hoping to drunken Jughead up enough to dance with her, and walked them back to him. She handed him his drink and they both took large drinks, shudders coursing through the two new drinkers.

    “Let’s dance.” Y/N blurted out, expecting Jughead to be completely against the idea, but he just shrugged.

    “Usually I’d say ‘hell no’ but dancing with you doesn’t sound all that bad, so why the hell not.” he said, taking her free hand in his, pulling her to the dance floor, Y/N giggling the whole way.

    “Look at you go!” she laughed as Jughead got down, swaying himself to the beat of the song, and Y/N did the same.

    “Look at you, I didn’t know you could dance Willie Stroker.” he teased, and she rolled her eyes, giggling.

    “We back at that?” she asked, and Jughead nodded, his beanie-less hair bouncing around. His face went from playful to serious, and Y/N gulped at the look in his eyes. She had seen it before, but from her ex James.

    “I have to tell you something.” Jughead said, grabbing her free hand, and she nodded, hoping he was going to say what she thought. Before he could say anything though, a tug at her shoulder spun her around, and she gasped.

    “Y/N, I found you!” James said, pulling her into a hug, and Jughead stood confused. Y/N didn’t know what to do, she didn’t hug him back and he pulled away, looking down at her worriedly.

    “James I-uh. What are you doing here? How’d you find me?” She asked, backing up slightly towards Jughead who placed a hand on her waist. James noticed and his face hardened, looking at Jughead, but when he looked back towards Y/N, it softened.

    “It doesn’t matter how I found you, but I’m here because the past two months without you have been hell. I love you, Y/N, and I miss you so damn much. I know you feel the same, you were so heartbroken when you left, and I knew in that moment you truly did love me and that we had something real. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I want to get back together.” James said, looking hopefully down at the (y/h/c) girl.

    “What’s going on here?” Veronica asked, and it was then Y/N noticed her, Archie, Kevin, and Betty were watching as this whole mess unfolded.

    “Y/N, can I steal your attention for a second before you answer him?” Jughead asked, and James folded his hands into fists, his jaw clenching.

    “No, you may-” he started, but Y/N interrupted him.

    “James, chill. Jughead, of course.” She said sweetly, turning to face the raven haired boy.

    “What I was going to say, was that I’m falling for you, Y/N. I have been ever since you moved here, ever since we first locked eyes through your car window. And I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way, although I could have sworn you did since the beginning, just like me.” he said, and Y/Ns stomach fluttered, and her heart swelled.

    “Why you little-!” James yelled, starting towards Jughead but Archie intervened, pushing him back. James ran a hand through his brown hair, and Y/N looked back at him, and she didn’t feel the spark in her chest she used to feel looking at him. It was gone, it belonged to Jughead now.

    “James, you should go home.” She said quietly, realizing the whole club was now staring.

    “Not without knowing I still have you! You haven’t gone and replaced me have you, with this emo!” he yelled, and Jughead rolled his eyes, his jaw now clenching. James was right, he was just a weird dark child, Y/N would no doubt go with James.

    “Don’t call him that!” Y/N yelled. “I’m sorry James, but I don’t feel that way towards you anymore.” She said quietly, and Jughead perked up. She turned to face him, and handed her drink to Archie, who also took Jugheads. She placed both her hands on the sides of his face and smiled.

    “Please don’t do this Y/N, you’re drunk, you can’t think straight.” James said rudely, but she ignored him.

    “Jughead Jones the Third, I’m falling for you too, and I have been since the very beginning.” She said sweetly, and he smiled, leaning closer to her.

    “I’m not seriously about to lose the love of my life to some skimpy loser namedJughead, am I? What the hell is this bullshit? Honestly, Y/N, I thought you had better taste-” James was cut off with a slap to the face, and when he looked up, he saw Y/N angrily staring at him. She quickly turned and kissed Jughead, his hands sliding to her waist.

    “I think it’s time you leave.” Archie said, and James rolled his eyes.

    “This isn’t over, Y/N. You’ll see soon enough you still love me, and that your wasting your time with that weird ass guy.” he called as he backed up, and Y/N held up her middle finger while deepening the kiss with Jughead. They pulled apart and Jughead laughed.

    “Damn I got lucky you moved here.” he said, and she nodded her head.

    “So did I. I traded an dick for a wonderful guy.” Y/N said, and Jughead chuckled.

    “Damn right you did.” He said cockily, and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Care to dance again?” he asked, taking his drink back from Archie and she did as well.

    “Absolutely.” she replied, dancing again and he laughed, Archie, Betty, Kevin and Veronica joining them, the six of them dancing the rest of the night away.

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The most scorn I’ve ever experienced in one sentence was when I was nervously making conversation with my study abroad roommate, a very Art girl who I assumed was much cooler than me, and we were talking about documentaries, and I asked, “have you seen the one on helvetica?”

And without a beat and with a tone that implied I’d asked her something as obvious as it was inappropriate (say, have you ever farted? And exit wise, did it come out the butt?), she replied, “we’ve ALL seen the documentary on helvetica,” and I permanently lost three inches from my height

We lived together for a semester, had a grand time, and were good friends, but as we embraced before leaving the country, I did want to whisper in her ear, “it’s a popular documentary but that still makes it esoteric in the general population, fucking work with me here”

but i’ll never give up you

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au in which someone is rude to isak and even gets protective 

tw for homophobia

Sometimes, Isak is able to forget that there are people who hate him simply for loving Even. Not because of who Even is, or because of anything he’s done, but because Even is a boy. Sometimes, he’s able to forget that there are people who want him gone because of it.

But there are always reminders. It’s the world he lives in, and while he might be able to forget once in a while, there is always something-or someone-to bring him back to reality.

He’s standing in the cereal aisle at the store, trying to decide between cereal as Even scans the list behind him, leaning into the cart. Even is likely not reading the list at all, and actually considering riding the cart down the aisle, something he’s almost gotten them banned from them from the store from doing before.

Isak grabs a box and sets it in the cart, bumping Even’s hip with his to nudge him out of the way so that he can grab onto the cart handles.

“What are we missing?” He asks, peering around Even to look at the messily scrawled list.

“Lunch meat and bread. But I was thinking…”

Isak narrows his eyes, looking up at his boyfriend who has a sly smile, lip pulled between his teeth.

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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part VIII)

Part VIII – “Please teach me gently how to breathe”

You can find every previous part here.


“Open yer mouth.” I ordered with what I thought might be a commanding voice, holding a spoon in front of her stubbornly closed lips. “This jelly actually looks delicious. Ye need yer strength.”

“Yuck.” Claire showed me her tongue in distaste. “Why don’t you eat it, then? I’ve been eating that yellow blob for the last three weeks!”

“Sometimes it’s red.” I pointed patiently. “I ken ye’re tired of being here, mo nighean donn – I have spent enough time in hospitals to last me a lifetime, I assure ye – but ye’re scrawny as a bird fallen from its nest. They won’t let ye leave unless ye put on some weight.”

“Fine.” She replied in a mordant tone, clutching the spoon away from me. “But I can feed myself – I’ve been shot, not taken back in time to when I was two years old.”

“Then stop acting like a wicked bairn.” I offered her a playful nose scrunch. “How is yer pain?”

“About as good as it was two minutes ago, the last time you asked.” Claire swallowed a spoonful of the hospital’s dessert, grimacing. “Are you sure you haven’t been a nurse in a past life? You seem to like prodding and ordering way too much.”

“I’m sure whatever I was, ye were always the one in charge, lass.” I kissed her forehead – marvelling with the freshness of her skin, after so many days of burning fever. On top of her surgery, from which she was slowly recovering, Claire had developed an infection of her suture – which finally had started to heal properly, after days of intravenous antibiotics. Her usually calm and centred temper had suffered with prolonged seclusion and constant fear of a relapse – and undoubtedly she found my constant attentions profoundly tiresome, if amusing and heartening.

“How is my favourite patient?” Denzel asked, entering the room and greeting us with a warm smile. He looked tired, wearing his crumpled scrubs, his surgical cap slightly hanging from a pocket. “I hear half of the nurses in the department are handing in their notices, unless I discharge you.”

“Hardly.” Claire smiled, neatly folding a corner of her sheet after pushing away the lunch tray. She still looked quite pale, with deep dark smudges under her eyes, but her orbs had regained their usual sharpness and liveliness. “But I’ll let you get away with it if you let me leave this damned place.”

“I’ll have to check your dressings.” Denny squeezed my shoulder in a companion manner, before stepping in to expose her abdomen, still covered with fluffy white bandages. “Your labs are back though – your infection parameters are finally down, so you might be in for some good news.”

After some clicking of his tongue – and a heated debate between the two doctors, from which I only understood about half the strange words – it was settled that Claire was allowed to leave the next day, as long as she accepted to come in every two days to check and redress the wound.

“And you have to build up some body again.” Denzel alerted, ignoring her disarming glances with a professional face. “The infection took almost all of your muscle. You need to eat a bit more if you want to heal nicely.”

“Fine!” She conceded, mocking exasperation. “Get me a cheeseburger, then!”

“Take care, Claire.” Denny winked and brushed her hair with a kind hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning before you leave.”

“Will ye go home, do ye think?” I asked slowly, as she adjusted her pillow to settle in for the afternoon, after Denzel’s departure.

“Where else would I go?” Claire gave me a questioning look, softly squeezing my hand.

“Well,” I started, caressing her knuckles with my thumb. “I was thinking ye could come to my place – just while ye heal.” I added hurriedly, trying not to sound desperate and possessive. “My mind wouldna be at ease if ye were alone in her house, almost empty as it is, with no one to look after ye.”

“If you’re sure.” She raised a brow and smiled. “I can be quite the handful.”

“I am.” I breathed out, trying to control the emotions that seemed to ran so close to the surface, exposed and rampant, after her injury. “Bad things seem to happen when we’re apart. I want ye close to me – I want to care for ye, mo ghraidh.”

“It’s settled, then.” Claire grabbed by hand and pulled me in for a rewarding kiss. “You’ll be my private nurse.”


She had protested, assuring me she was quite capable of climbing up the stairs to my apartment – but I saw the effort everything required of her, even standing or laughing too hard – and carried her in my arms, only letting go when I laid her down on my bed.

After helping her change into some comfortable pyjamas, I contentedly sat by the bedroom window, grading some tests from my students, while she took a nap. Once in a while I stopped, my eyes drifting to her, reassuring myself she dreamt within my reach.

I cooked us a simple dinner – roasted chicken with basil and tomatoes, aromatic and homely – and helped her to lay down again, determined to find a place in the sofa or on the floor, where I could sleep close to her without disturbing her.

“Will you sleep next to me?” She asked softly, her brown curls and hawk eyes almost the only visible thing inside the cocoon of quilts I had made around her. “I’d sleep better with you beside me.”

“Aye.” I replied in a husky voice, easing myself under the covers next to her with gentleness, trying not to disturb her with my movements – the idea of causing her any pain made my stomach churn.

I placed an arm around her, reassuring her of my presence – mindful not to put too much pressure over her or to touch her scar. For a time we laid silent, aware of each other’s presence, discovering the intimacy of a bed shared in darkness.

We had been so once before – but at that time she had been devastated, wrecked like a ship after an unforgiving storm, and I had offered her security, a presence of someone who loved her without any demands. I remembered how I had stayed awake, memorizing her until I could recreate her in my heart - believing I’d never see her again, much less hold her in my arms. I wondered if she too recalled that night, when I had offered her the knowledge of my feelings, in the hope that she could use them to heal – and she had.  

I knew she wasn’t sleeping – I’d spent every day and night for the last weeks watching her sleep, until I knew the cadence of her breathing, the comes and goings of her dreams, like a second nature of my own.

She trashed about a little, fidgeting with bedclothes and adjusting her body on the mattress – always laying on her left side, wishing to avoid the tenderness of her upper right quadrant – slowly searching for the contact of my body behind hers, sheltering her like a cloak, two halves finally falling into place.

I waited for her to speak, painfully aware of the desires of my body, feeling her soft arse wedged between my thighs – yet completely restrained by the will of the woman who ruled me.  

A hand came up in the darkness and she placed it gently on my hip.

“I want you.” Claire whispered, almost sobbing. “I need you, Jamie.”

“Are ye sure?” I asked in a husky voice, my fingertips brushing her face, tracing her lips to find truth in her words in the absence of sight. “I dinna want to hurt ye. I’d die if I hurt ye, mo nighean donn.”

“You could never hurt me.” She replied softly, caressing the length of my thigh. “I can’t breathe while we’re apart. I must have you – please, Jamie.”

I didn’t try to dissuade her again, even afraid as I was that it was too soon, too hazardous. I knew all too well the hunger that moved her towards me, starved for life when death had come so close, when it seemed that each moment could be the last. We had lost and found each other in the past, time and again – it seemed that while we were one flesh, one body, parting us would be impossible. While we were in each other, life – and death – was an afterthought, a remote threat, to which we were immune while moving as one.

I moved impossibly slowly, wishing to give her enough space to retrocede at any time, baring us of as many clothes as possible. I kissed the back of her neck, delighted in the small shivers of her skin next to mine, the testament of her arousal in her hardened nipples. I caressed her body with a worshiping hand, taking time at each new discovery that made her moan and hiss in pleasure.

When I thought her ready – desperately pressing herself against me while clawing at my hair – I held her thigh with a light hand and raised her, slightly folding my legs, so I could enter her. I rocked calmly with her body nestled against mine, letting her command the pace while I carried all the weight of her movements.

“I love you”. She whispered – moaned - tilting her head to kiss my lips. “Jamie.” I felt the moistness of her cheeks mixed with mine, tears of a joy long forsaken, exploding between us with enough force to leave us gasping, deeply moved.

It didn’t take long – I knew she was still weak, stubborn and lustful as she might have been. When I felt her tire in my arms, my hand came around her hips to delicately touch her in time with our movements, smiling as she cried out my name.

Afterwards, I held her against me, my hand brushing the dressing on her belly to make sure everything was in place – feeling the comforting thump of our hearts beating together, close enough to be inside the same chest.

“I was right.” She murmured on the verge of sleep, surrendering to my keeping once more. “Nothing hurts when you love me.”

The end

…for now - End of Section 1

Dinner with a Stranger

Dinner with a Stranger
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: mention of abuse, fluff
Word count: 1128
A/N: this has been rolling around in my head for most of the day, I just had to write it down! If there is interest, I’ll write another part and finish the story.

Originally posted by loptrlaufey

Y/N huffed her way down the street in London, more lost than she had ever been in her life. Nothing looked familiar, her phone was dead, and she had lost her map four turns ago, not that it was super helpful anyway. Turning down another row of houses, Y/N hoped to high heaven something would begin to look right. Her “alone-cation” wasn’t turning out so well. Behind her sunglasses, a few tears began to fall as she pushed herself to keep walking forward.

“Excuse me, are you alright?” a soft voice said from behind her. Turning quickly and stumbling, Y/N found her nose almost buried in a white button-up. Two strong hands grabbed her arms to steady her and then quickly released. Allowing her eyes to roam up the chest, she found a well shaped mouth, a thin nose, and concerned eyes of the most handsome man she had ever seen in real life.

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A few more days...

Originally posted by crossroadscastiel

A peaceful silence filled the air. It was the type of silence that made the world stand still. An illusionary silence that masked the despair of this new world. The sound of roaming walkers had long disappeared. Michonne closed her eyes, breathing in the quiet night. For a moment, all her problems vanished. The thought of the war with Negan became a distant memory. For now, she simply enjoyed the silence. This was everything. She wanted to fight for more quiet nights. Quiet nights with no looming threats of walkers or Negan. Rick’s gentle snores added to the peaceful night. Hearing him snore brought a smile to her face. Michonne pulled his denim shirt closer to her body as she finally opened her eyes. She was becoming more accustomed to wearing his clothes. Their continual search for more guns had given her more time to become completely immersed with Rick. He had her heart. She couldn’t imagine living without him. Their last run had confirmed that for her. The few seconds of confusion when she thought he died changed everything. That scene was on a constant loop in her mind. The sound of the gun, followed by Rick falling into the group of walkers. It haunted her. 

She gently ran her hands through his curls as he slept. He was finally sleeping again. It took a bit of convincing for him to let her take watch, but she persisted. He needed to sleep. Her hands traced the outline of his face. They passed the different scars that masked it. She couldn’t lose him. He was a part of her future. Michonne ran her hands through his curls again. The scene of him falling into the group of walkers played in her mind. They had a few more days, but then they had Negan. They were fighting for the future, but Michonne couldn’t imagine her future without Rick. Their talk about moving forward regardless of what happened still weighed heavy on her mind. She had led Rick to this place not knowing what it truly meant. Not knowing that the future could mean a life without Rick. Michonne leaned in and kissed his face, careful not to wake him up. She quietly got up from the van to put on her pants. Grabbing her katana, Michonne began her watch. 

The slight creak of the van moving alerted Michonne of Rick’s presence. She turned towards a sleepy and shirtless Rick.
“Sleep well?” she asked.
He smirked as he approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Michonne leaned into Rick as he kissed her forehead. His hands traced the outline of his denim shirt on her body. Smiling, Michonne looked up at Rick.
“Do we have time?” she teased.
Rick cocked his head to the side. “Well, I think…we’ve got a few more days.”
She laughed as she wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him. Rick responded by picking her up and leading her back into the van. 

There was an easiness to their intimacy. It was pure and untainted. It was built and rooted in trust. Thus, as they lay naked in the van, a different type of security washed over them - the safety in having a partner to endure the continuous threats.
“Rick…” Michonne whispered as she traced circles on Rick’s chest.
“Yeah…” He replied pulling her closer.
“I was thinking about what you said…about how Glen saved you in the beginning…”
Michonne propped up her elbow to face Rick.
“You… after Andrea and the Governor…and the prison. We had lost so much so quickly and I didn’t know if I could start over again. I didn’t know if I wanted to start over again.”
She paused as her voice wavered. She had been thinking about this all night. Flashbacks of Rick almost dying weighed heavy on her mind.
“You…you saved me. Finding you and Carl after everything…it saved me.”
Tears welled up in Michonne’s eyes. Rick outlined her face with his hands, gently wiping the tears from her face. She leaned into his touch and pressed her forehead against his.
“If anything, ever happens…I just want you to know that you saved me. That’s why I can’t lose you. I don’t just want a few more days with you, I want forever and ever. I want a future with you.”
Michonne paused to kiss Rick.
“Rick, I love you.”
With tears falling from his face, Rick kissed the love of his life.


(I am slowly trying to get back into my writing, so bare with me…)

storyskein  asked:

prompt: bellamy decides to clean clarke's gun for her and see's gina's name on the strap.

Gina’s name being on that strap will be the death of me, my god.

Clarke walked back into the warm circle of light cast by the fire and set down her buckets.  A little water sloshed over the sides but there was still plenty left for them to boil.  Madi was talking a bemused Murphy through skinning a rabbit and Raven, Emori, and Monty were arguing over the best way to move the rubble from the bunker.

Bellamy was sitting on the other side of the fire with her rifle balanced on his knees, a distant look in his eyes.  Echo and Harper picked up the water with a grateful smile and Clarke went over to sit next to Bellamy.  “I cleaned it every day, just like you’d have wanted,” she said, bumping her shoulder into his with a friendly grin.

He gave her a sad half-smile and nodded towards the strap.  “You put Gina on there,” he said softly.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

 “Sure I did,” she said.

 “Did you even know her?” he asked curiously.

 “A little.  I know she worked in requisitions and recycling on the Ark.  I know she helped with scavenging down here and I know she died trying to save everyone in Mount Weather.  And I know you loved her.”  She didn’t know much more than that, truth be told, but she’d made sure to tell Madi about the girl with curly hair who died a hero and the boy with dark eyes who loved her.  It was the least she could do, after everything Clarke had cost him.

Bellamy pressed his lips together in a frown, the expression so familiar it made her heart ache.  She’d pictured him making that face so often over the last six years she’d started to wonder if it really was something he did or just something she imagined.  But there it was, guilt and frustration mixed with a sort of fondness.  “I didn’t know her very well,” he admitted.  “And I didn’t really let her know me.”

“You didn’t have much time,” she replied.  She left off the fact that it was her fault Gina died— if Bellamy hadn’t left Mount Weather to come save her, Gina might still be alive.  Or maybe not, given everything that had happened since then.  But Bellamy might have had more time with her.  Every name in that strap was a mark of her guilt and a reminder of what they had all lost, and Gina was no different.  “Madi likes her story, you know,” she said.

 Bellamy watched Madi across the fire where she sat jabbering excitedly to Murphy.  Clarke had worried that Madi would be overwhelmed by new people after so long alone, but she’d handled the change better than Clarke had.  Even as her heart felt like it would burst from happiness she found herself needing moments of silence, the chatter of just seven more people feeling like the din of a crowd.  But moments like this— Bellamy sitting next to her, his steadiness radiating into her core— were what she had dreamed of for six long years.  “Thank you,” he said quietly.  “For remembering her.”

 Clarke blinked back tears.  You’re welcome felt false to her ears, and any time wasn’t really the right sentiment.  Instead she just laid her hand on his forearm and squeezed.  

He smiled sadly, and she knew he understood.

Unknown King

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU (sort of)

Summary: We’re readying GG right now in my American lit. class and let me tell yOU, this book is so beautifully written that I  could cry. It does not take place in the Roaring Twenties because I just didn’t want it to be that way. If you want to be added to the tag list tell me (THiS is A SERIES)

Word count: 1.2k+


Before you left home, your mother made sure that you knew the procedure when meeting someone new. “Be nice and never left them know you hate them if you do,” She had said. “But more importantly, try to fit in.” You had moved to New York, still living in a dream. You got a job as a journalist and hoped to become an author one day. Though you hadn’t even begun writing your book, you decided a new location would inspire you.

So you left your small town home to the Big Apple. You had enough money to get you through five months of necessities and hoped your journalist job at The Report would do you justice. You really didn’t know that your home was in the middle of one of the most wealthy parts of town. It was the cheapest home up for sale and now you knew why. There were photos but those must’ve been taken years ago. The paint job looked sloppy and it looked like your home would fall apart any second. The garden did, however, make up for it.

Your gaze moved to your neighbor’s home. Though it didn’t look like a home, more like a palace. It was grand and made your abode look like a shack where they kept the gardening tools. If people passed by, they would possibly gawk at the castle instead of your eyesore. You rolled up your sleeves and began to unpack. Not a moment to lose, this was gonna be a long day ahead of you.

“Hey, Rookie,” A girl sauntered towards your way and leaned against your desk. “How’s the day treating ya?”

You shrugged, “Better than I expected, to be honest. This is my first time in a big city. I’m glad I didn’t get lost.”

She shrugged, her blonde fringe sweeping to the side, “You’ll get used to it. In about a week, you’ll know how the ropes work. What about your neighborhood? Not all these streets are rainbows and lollipops.”

“Actually, I only have one neighbor. The next house is about a half a mile down the road.”

“Wait, you don’t mean,” She paused. “You bought that house next to Barnes’ place didn’t you?”

“Barnes?” You asked.

“He has a really big house, almost looks like a castle,” She quickly explained.

“Yeah,” You replied. “Huh, I didn’t think anyone lived there. No one ever comes out.”

“Trust me, hun, you’ll regret ever choosing to live there by the end of the week.” She smirked.

“Why is that?” You asked.

“Oh, you’ll know,” She smiled and began walking away. “The name’s Emma by the way.”

“Y/N,” You called back, but she was already rounding the corner.

When you got home, you stopped under the large willow tree that cast its shadow across your cottage. Your gaze moved to the mansion that loomed over you. It looked empty, dark. Still like the night, with no signs of life. The movement of a curtain made your eyes snap to the window the faced you. If someone was watching you, they were gone by now.

You heard some rumors about your neighbor. Though you only knew his last name and you weren’t entirely sure the gossip was true. The things they said were just bizarre. It seems like no one truly knows him. He’s seen as this grand person that captivates people’s attention, yet no one knows who he is. He’s a ghost.

I heard that he’s associated with a mafia. Which is why he’s so wealthy.” A girl by the name of Maria had told you during your lunch break. She leaned on her hand in a very relaxed kind of way.

“Mumbo, jumbo,” Eric spun around, stirring his coffee with a spoon. “He surely won the lottery.”

“As if! Robin told me that he killed his family in order to get the insurance money. Which is why now he’s mafia. Makes sense,” Maria shot back.

“Is this all true?” You had asked, completely bewildered by their statements.

“I do believe he’s in a mafia. He scares me,” Maria shuddered.

“You’ve never even met the man,” Eric continued.

Maria shrugged, “I heard what I heard and that’s final.”

And just like that, the topic of Barnes was finished by those single words. Leaving you as confused as ever.

You walked into your home, lighting up the place with a few bulbs that you had to buy. The music of crickets danced through the cool night air. Your eyes were weary with sleep and you soon found yourself collapsing onto your mattress, falling into a deep sleep.

Friday morning, you walked out onto your porch. You carried your only house plant and didn’t want it to die so you were striving to keep it alive and well. The noise coming from your neighbor’s house made you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head in that direction. Dozens of servants were going in and out of the home. Carrying plates of food, various bottles of alcoholic beverages, ice sculptures and other countless things that only seemed fit at a royal ball. Gardeners trimmed the hedges and cut the grass, tended to the luscious garden with the grand fountain in the middle of it.

You found yourself gawking at all the work they were getting done. The sound of the pot steaming made you rush inside to shut off the stove. The water was had nearly evaporated. You frowned and filled the pot with water before putting it on the stove once again. A knock at your door made your head perk up. You haven’t had visitors since you moved here. You went towards your door and was met with one of your neighbor’s servants. He wore a dark blue suit. His head held high with a letter cradled in his hands.

You opened the door, “Hello, can I help you with something?”

“Mr. Barnes would like to invite you to his party, later on, today,” He handed you the letter. Without another word, he turned on his heel and left you on your porch. Completely bewildered.

You tore the letter open. The fine, black ink stood out on the creme colored stationary. It read:

I would be honored to have you over as my guest at my small party in the evening. I understand that you’re my new neighbor and would like to welcome you with open arms. The party begins after eight o’ clock.

Signed, Barnes

You weren’t one for parties, so instead you shrugged your shoulders and set aside the letter. Not giving it a second thought for the rest of the day.

That night, after eight o’ clock, cars and limousines flooded the driveway if Barnes’ palace. Men and women drove from all across the city to this party to kill the night. Music erupted from the windows of the house and flooded into yours. You could almost hear the joy coming from the people’s tongues. You finally understood why Emma had told you you’d regret buying the place, but truthfully, you didn’t regret a thing.

The party didn’t end until the ungodly hours struck the clock. Little by little the people left the party. They were laughing as they crawled into the backseat while their chauffeur held the doors open for the drunken folks. The wealthy all seemed satisfied after having a party of money. Once they all disappeared into the night, the mansion was left alone and dark once again as it was earlier before, leaving the servants to clean up the mess the next morning.

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Shawn’s hands were shaking, that was clear. Very, very clear.

“babe, calm down” I said grabbing his hands in mind. As soon as my hands were over his, his hands shook less. But his foot started up the tapping. “am I going to have to lie over you to stop the tapping?” I said in disbelief.

“you could try” he stopped moving for a second to say this to me. I smiled up at him and he smiled back. Then the tapping began again.

“oh, for fuck sake” I murmured whilst taking my seatbelt off. As soon as it was off, I pushed myself onto Shawn and wrapped my arms around his neck. One arm rested behind my back supporting me and the other across my lap, where he still continued to tap against my hip. I rolled my eyes, and I knew that one way to get Shawn to stop panicing was to kiss him. I brought my lips to his softly and gently. My hands cupped the back of his neck and played with the twirls of hair at the nape of his neck. His tapping stopped and his hand that had been around my back was now cupping the back of my neck and he was sitting up straighter against the chair. I was glad I had worn the jumpsuit. I moved myself so I now straddled his lap. This way it wasn’t so awkward the way he held my neck, with the change in position his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck and the palm of his hand rested on my cheek with his thumb. His hand that was on my hip dug in and he gripped the fabric tight. His thumb brushed my cheek and I let my lips be opened by his. Before things could get any more heated the driver slammed on his breaks and I fell back off the seat onto the floor of the limo that had been rented for us, he fell on top of me, but him obviously having quick reflects stopped him from crushing me, but I still groaned in pain from the impact.

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Naughty Girl

Title: Naughty Girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/n: 🔥🔥 sex, I’m so on fire today, I went all the way with this one, God I really hope you guys like it

Warnings: NSFW, explicit smut

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Your name: submit What is this?

It was almost eleven at night and the after mission party was still going strong, the lights were flashing and the ever so loud electro music was pounding loudly across the tower. You sighed, quickly downing your tequila shot, pushing it over to the bartender, signalling that you wanted another one.

“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine” Natasha commented as she settled into the bar stool beside you , her Mai Tai in hand. “I’m bored, the guys are having so much fun” you replied blandly, gesturing to the men that stood at the other end of the hall, a few shots on the table as they continued with their pool game, the pile of money growing with each lost.

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Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader- Feather

Also has a bit of Poison Ivy X Reader

Warning: Suicide in general, angst, swearing, mentions of mmuuurrddeerr

Clutching onto your armored legs, you watched Gotham from afar.  Your chin rested on your knees, aching from the knee pads digging into your skin.  You were sure that your lip was still bleeding from biting at the chapped sections, but you couldn’t care.  He was gone, he left you alone in this unforgiving world.  You finally understood how the world worked, giving you something to love and hold on to until it’s torn away from you.  Bruce was gone, heading to some event to deal with the man that killed him.  Thinking of his name made you want to puke.  Bruce wasn’t going to kill him, you knew that, and then he was going to be sent to Arkham.  He would escape again, kill again, and be captured again.  It was a deadly game of cat and mouse you had involved yourself in, and death is the penalty for losing.

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