i swear i know his last name

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I just had all the feels about baby Stiles, maybe two or three years old, meeting full-shifted eight-year-old Derek. And Stiles is just absolutely mesmerized by the shiny black pup with soft yellow eyes. They make friends. Stiles even sometimes naps with his head on that wolf's fuzzy belly. (cont)

And of course, as they grow up, he sometimes talks to the dog - as most pet owners do - about his day, or what he’s worried about, or how he has a huge crush on that boy Derek from across the street who’s WAY TOO COOL and would never notice him in a million years because Stiles is young and awkward and Derek is awesome and sportsy and older and did I mention awesome?


I originally planned to write a fic based on it but my brain is dead writing wise at the moment and going through my old drafts, this made me smile too much not to post. 

adore fics where Stiles doesn’t realise his friendly neighbourhood dog is actually one Derek Hale and I love even more when Stiles either hates Derek but Derek has a major crush on him or Stiles is pining hard after the cool boy at school/his hot neighbour and Derek is actually too awkward/emotionally constipated to try and snuggle with Stiles in any other way but in his wolf form. Seriously, I’d read this trope 1000 times over and never get bored. 

“He smiled at me today, Sparky.”

Oh god, why did he have to name me Sparky? Who names their dogs Sparky? It’s not even a cool loser name. 

I think I was cool?? At least, I was trying to be but then he did this thing where he tipped his sunglasses down his face and grinned and I kind of face planted the sidewalk. Fuck, I hope he didn’t see.”

I did.

And then, he came to History wearing a leather jacket. Can you believe it? It’s like he knows what leather does to me…I swear, it’s like he can read my mind sometimes.”


Kind of like last week, when I discovered I had a serious thing for guys in glasses after seeing Tyler Hoechlin in Supergirl. And then boom! He showed up to school, wearing glasses, Sparky. Oh my god, what if I have, like, mind control powers?”

How do I have a crush on you?

What if every time I develop a new fantasy, Derek feels compelled to do it? Shit. What if I end up into kinky stuff? What if he shows up to prom in handcuffs and a blindfold??

Very unlikely. Unless I work up the courage to ask you out by then and handcuffs and blindfolds are something you want to try out on prom night.

Maybe I should write him some kind of apology card. Would that be creepy?”

Probably not creepier than pretending to be a stray dog because every time I’ve tried to ask you out I forget how to talk.

Do you think I could ask him out in the card too? Like, P.S. I also think you’re really hot. Except for your bunny teeth. Which are adorable. Please consider dating me. This is Stiles, by the way.” 

Yes. Wait – adorable?

“I’m going to do it, Sparky.”


I’m going to do the deed.”


“I’ll start on the ten year plan tonight.”

Ten year WHAT? 

Political Animals-Part 4

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Omega! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I didn’t hear a single word of the debate.  Not one damn word.  I hope no one asks me anything about it.  Every time I sneak a glance over at Sam he is looking at me, and he looks pissed.  I know there is nothing aside from my actual death that will get me out of the reception afterwards.  I am so screwed.

Finally the torture ends and we are able to leave.  The reception is being held at a hotel down the street.  A staff member ushered my mother, Cas, Meg and I into a waiting car.

“I think that went really well, Mom.” Cas said.  “What do you think, Y/N?”

“I…..um…..” I stammered.

“She has no idea, because she didn’t pay attention to any of it, did you?” My mother snapped.

“Mom……” Cas said in a warning tone.

I sat up straighter.  “Look, you wanted me here, so I’m here. And your still not happy.”

My mother gave me an appraising glance.  “You could’ve at least pretended to listen.”

“Can we please just try and get along for one night?” Meg said softly, ever the peacemaker.

I didn’t say another word for the rest of the drive.

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The morning after | Tyler Down & Montgomery De la cruiz

{ The morning after Jessica Davis’s party}

Your POV.

You woke up and could still feel the alcohol from last night swimming around in your head. You grunted into the pillow. Your eyes ached, your brain felt like it was doing 100 sit ups and your entire body felt weak, as if you had dropped half your body weight last night.

You looked around and noticed that you wasn’t in your bed. You didn’t know whose bed you laid in. None the less, it was annoyingly comfortable.

Did I hook up with someone last night?  And if so, who the fuck was it? - you racked your brain for thoughts

“Hell no” you mumbled to yourself. One night stands was completely out of your character. I mean, you couldn’t even stand sharing a bed with your sister, let alone some kid from school. Plus you weren’t single.

You looked around and noticed your phone, facedown on the bedside table. The brightness made your head throb so you turned it down a few notches before reading the time. 7:15 am. The door creaked open, your head snapped towards Tyler, who walked in carrying a tall glass of water.

“Tyler?” You questioned as you scratched near your hair line.

“Y/N?” He snapped back

“Did you and I… did we?”

“Have sex?” Tyler chuckled “He’ll no. I would never take advantage of you like that”

He dropped a pain relief pill into the glass and watched it dissolve before handing it to you. You looked under the duvet to see that you we’re not dressed in your outfit from last night, but an oversized ‘guns & roses’ t-shirt.

“But you did undress me”

“Only because you vomited all over your clothes from last night”

Your eyebrow raised “Touché Taylor”

“Tyler” he corrected

“My bad”

Tyler smirked at you before sitting down by your feet. You didn’t know Tyler that well, you saw him occasionally down the hallway at school or in the corner at any big event, hidden behind a camera. But that’s all.

“Well thanks for taking care of me, I thought one of the girls would have at least taken me home..or Monty”

“Why? Is that what you wanted?” Tyler questioned

You sipped the last of the water and whipped he corners of your mouth and eventually responded with “Is what, what I wanted?”

“..For Monty to take you home?”

“Well, we are dating” you tell him, putting extra emphasis on the ‘are’ “It’s low-key but, it’s the least he could do for me”

“Oh right. I didn’t know” Tyler says as he rose to his feet. He walked over to his desk and picked up his camera.

“Can I be honest with you Y/N?” Tyler asked with his back turned away from you.


“..Why are you dating Montgomery? From what I know, he’s a shit person and probably a shittier boyfriend?”

“If shittier is even a word” he continued

“First things first, it isn’t, and secondly..” You sighed “You don’t know him like I do”

“That’s what they all say” Tyler mumbled

He turned to face you “I just thought you knew you we’re better than that”

A puzzled expression plastered across your face “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“That you are worth so much more than him”

The room feel silent. Then suddenly the door burst open and a middle- aged female stepped into the room.

“Tyler time for school-

You sat upright in the bed and smiled towards what you assumed, was his mother.

“Oh- sorry. I didn’t realise Ty had a girl up here” she said before smiling back at you.

“Yeah but it’s not like that” Tyler informed her, pinching at the bride he of his nose “We’re just friends”

Friends? You thought.

“Right” his mum nodded awkwardly


At school.

You and Tyler walked arm in arm into school that day, just talking about random shit that you didn’t realise you both had in common. You really appreciated Tyler for his act of kindness and for not trying anything with you like most boys would.

As soon as you walked in, you spotted Montgomery at his locker. Your boyfriends nose flared as he noticed the guys besides you. Immediately he, stormed over to you and Tyler. You knew Monty very well, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. And he was beyond pissed off about it.

“So this is who you we’re with last night?” Monty questioned you but before you could even answer, he shoved Tyler up against the lockers and grabbed his shirt. The sound of Tyler’s camera smashing against the floor caused a few people to stop and look over.

“Monty let go of him” you warned as you tugged on his strong arms, not budging him one bit.

“Did you sleep with my girlfriend?!” Monty yelled, catching the attention of more people.

“We didn’t do anything Y/N tell him” Tyler panicked- all in one breath

“Monty he didn’t touch me. I swear” you said calmly. “Ty and I..

"Oh so it’s 'Ty’ now? Last week you didn’t even know his fucking name!” Monty yelled

“Your just jumping to conclusions” Tyler stutters

“Oh am I?” Monty asked as he clenched his fist by his side.

“Just leave him alone!” you snapped “You can argue with me all you want…just leave him alone”

Monty looked to you then back to Tyler.

“..I don’t want to see you anywhere near her. Do you understand?” Monty threatened and Tyler nodded

“Fucking leave her alone” he warned

“Montgomery?” you huffed. Monty finally freed Tyler, holding his hands in surrender as he did so. Tyler hopelessly slid against the locker then stumbled away and picked his camera up off the floor, holding the shattered pieces in his hands.

You motioned to him but Montgomery held you back “I’m so sorry Tyler- I’ll get you a new one-

Tyler cut his eyes at you and just walked off, disappearing into the crowd of kids.

"Y/N, why the fuck we’re you with Tyler last night?” Monty questioned

You didn’t answer. You raised your hand and slapped Montgomery across the face, earning a few 'Ooo’s’ from Justin and the rest of the jocks as they approached the two of you. He stood there- in shook- holding onto his sore cheek.

“Ty was right” you began “Your a shit person and an even shittier boyfriend”

You stormed away

“Shittier’s not a word babe!” he called after you

You rolled your eyes and held up your middle finger, flipping him off and earning a few cheers from his so-called friends.


I have a thing for slapping Montgomery in all my imagines… oh well. What d'you guys think?😅

Thanks For Making Breakfast

The summer of 1984 had been positively unremarkable for Nancy Wheeler. She’d gotten a job at the local diner, Mike had lost his last baby tooth, and she and Steve had been okay. Just okay. The problem was that there wasn’t a problem at all—nor was there anything particularly good with them. They were… drifting. Not apart or together, but parallel to one another—neither willing to make any sort of move.

He’d dropped off a bouquet of flowers (daisies) not ten minutes before. It was a sweet gesture. He was sweet. But she felt suffocated, for whatever stupid reason. Maybe it was just the heat. Maybe they needed a break. Maybe they didn’t need anything and she would just get over it.

Nancy contemplated this as she sat on the sofa, watching the TV signal flicker in and out. Mike was across from her, their legs tangled together, playing on his Epoch.

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Bluebird- Chapter 2

Prompt/Summary: This is the continuation of the album challenge fic.  You know the boys before they go off to war.  This whole fic was actually inspired by the song and by this Gif set: http://mamalaz.tumblr.com/post/156497052177/mamalaz-howard-and-peggy-travel-to-the-future 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: time travel

Word Count: 712

Author’s Note:   I said I was going to make it better.  I didn’t say I would do it right away. 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Originally posted by marveldcuniv3rse

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The Bet

Prompt: Hey! I just finished reading outlaws of love (and, as a bi person myself, may I say I loved every second I spent reading it). If it’s not too much to ask, could you maybe do a negan X daughter!reader where they just spend some cute, quality time together and he’s super protective over her, and she comes out to him as bi and he it really accepting of it. Thanks love x – Requested by @supernatural-everyday

Pairing: Dad!Negan x Daughter!Reader, Negan x You

Word Count: 3,857

Type: One shot

Warnings: None that I know of

Rating: PG

Notes: Yo’ so I kinda got real carried away with this, sorry! I hope it’s what you were looking for xx Also yay my first request is done :D

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

 “Be safe. Stay inside the fuckin’ gates. I’ll be back by midday tomorrow.” The grumpy voice of your father says, as he stands in your doorway.

“Back before my Birthday?” You mumble. “And I know the rules, Dad.” You add, not looking up from the book in your lap as you sit cross legged on your bed.

“Yes Princess, before your birthday. And I know you know the rules, which is why I’m fuckin’ confused as to the reason you disobey them all the goddamn damn time.”

You roll your eyes and lift your head up, looking at your father in all his heroic glory. Leather jacket on and baseball bat in hand, you still wonder why he named the inanimate object after your mother.

“Because they’re stupid as shit.” You sarcastically smile back at him.

“Don’t swear.”

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NCIS One Shot: Kiss the Gunner’s Daughter

Summary: You’re dating McGee. McGee’s boss is your father. Gibbs doesn’t know you’re dating McGee. You don’t know McGee’s boss is your father. McGee doesn’t know you’re Gibbs’s daughter. Guess you all had to find out somehow. No wonder DiNozzo can’t stop laughing.

Word Count: 1.3k

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: None

Notes: I’m not dead, I swear. I think of this blog everyday, I’m just so short on time :(. But here you go! Enjoy!

Originally posted by justbacktothegoodolddays

Kiss the Gunner’s Daughter: A sailor about to receive punishment (usually flogging)

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When Nicky and Matt become friends after the girls graduate, Nicky makes all kind of puns with his name.

“Here comes my Boyd!”

“Hey, pretty Boyd!”

“Oh, Boyd.”

“You’re such an innocent little Boyd.”

“Nicky, I swear, one more pun and I’ll do something horrible that I never thought I would. I won’t help you next time you find a spider in our room! Seriously!”

“Matt, I’m sorry to tell you this, but we all know you won’t. You’re too much of a good Boyd!”

(Matt’s proposition lasts three minutes the next time a spider gets into their room)

Bad Ideas (Chapter 14)

This Chapter is longish, almost 3000 words. And rough guys, it was hard to write, hard to edit, hard to re read.
Trigger warnings– sexual assault (discussed/threatened) violence, people die. Violent!Peter is not to be fucked with, and he goes to a pretty dark place.
So… be warned lovelies. This is no longer our light hearted little fic it once was.

That being said, I’d also REALLY like to know what you think because zero feedback on a chapter makes me nervous! I have some very specific reasons for writing certain parts of this the way I did, so feel free to drop by my ask box with any questions!

If you need to catch up, here’s the MASTERLIST

God it hurts.
Peter knew without opening his eyes that he was tied to a chair, his arms forced back in an uncomfortable stretch, his legs tied down as well. Definitely wasn’t at home any more, not that there would be much left of their house after that explosion, but he could smell the dank and damp of a subterranean basement and that made him nervous.

Everything hurt so badly, from his head where it had smashed into the floor, clear down to his feet, probably burned from the blast since he had been barefoot.

He had been thrown into the second bedroom when the rocket blew, landing on the bed for a split second before he had managed to flip it over on top of himself and curl into a ball, trying to avoid the worst of the debris.

He didn’t remember getting dragged it of the house, or the ride to wherever he was now, but everything fucking hurt and he couldn’t help groaning when he tried to lift his head.


Thank god Wade is here too.
“Wade?” He licked his lips and gingerly straightened up.
The Alpha was tied to a chair several yards away, ankles and hands shackled, rope wrapped around him several time to keep him immobile.

“Oh fuck baby boy I wasn’t sure if you were okay.” Wade tried to lean forward to get a better look at him. “Been calling your name for hours, I was so worried you weren’t going to wake up. You okay? Just banged up? You alright? I am going to kill these guys, Peter I swear to god.”

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Forming An Alliance-Bellamy Blake x Reader

(A/N: So I’m going to take some stories from my Wattpad that I think would be better as a mini series rather than an actual book; I won’t have to delete them either. Of you want a longer story from me, my Wattpad is betty_maisie_x)

Summary of the whole plot: The young juveniles who were sent down from the Ark have only just begun to adapt to their new surroundings. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is shy and weak but determined to help in any way she can. Bellamy Blake is the total opposite having taken charge of looking after everyone. However, when the threat of the Grounders approached them, these two contrasting personalities must help each other to overcome their fears.

Characters: Bellamy Blake x Reader, Clarke Griffin x Reader (platonic), Monty Green x Reader (platonic), Jasper Jordan x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Arguments, swearing, almost rape, inappropriate touching

“Chris, for the last time, can you please not leave so much of your stuff lying around?” I groaned as I picked up his jacket and shoes.

He put down the piece of fence he had collected, smirking at me.“Sorry, I don’t realise what I’m doing. You know how busy we all are.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m the one who has to clean up after all of you.”

       Who knew how many days it was since we had landed on Earth? It seemed like we had been here for years already, especially with all of the work we had been putting in. Although no one like doing the chores that we were set, we knew that it would help us all survive some way or another. At first it was fun being teenagers on the loose with no responsibilities, we all had to buckle down in order for us to stay alive, we had already lost some of our people.

        However the only thing I was good at was cleaning up so they thought it would be a good idea to put me in charge. I could be clumsy at times as well as scared of basically everything. Surprisingly no one seemed to be bothered by this, it wasn’t like I was annoying them by not being good at building or hunting. And even though I could be shy I had plenty of friends now I knew everyone in camp.

         As I carried on picking up empty makeshift bowls and cups I heard raised voices. Looking ahead of me I saw one of the girls being tormented by three other guys who I knew all too well. Isaac, Lewis and Brekk thought they were above everyone else just cause they were able to have guns with them at all times. They thought they could do anything they wanted even harass the girls. I saw Isaac slap her bum causing a yelp to come out of her mouth. For some reason I felt the need to stop them; a stupid mistake.

“Hey Georgina, are you alright?” I asked, nearing her.

Brekk and Lewis blocked me from getting to her.“No need to get involved, get back to your cleaning.”

“No!” I blurted, shocked by my own words.“She is clearly uncomfortable, you are the ones who need to get back to whatever you’re doing.”

I heard Isaac laugh.“I can’t believe it, (Y/N) has actually spoken up for once.”

“I’m asking you to do a simple task, leave Georgina and the other girls alone.”

         I thought that was that and started to walk away when a hard force knocked me to the ground. The bucket I was holding fell causing everything to spill out of it, making a horrible clattering noise. Looking above me Isaac stood with Break and Lewis either side of him. If no one was watching before they definitely were now.

“You think you can talk to me in that time of voice? That you can just boss me around!?” Isaac yelled.

        I tried to scramble back but Brekk grabbed my ankle, pulling me towards them again.

“How dare you think-”

“Hey! Isaac what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” a deep voice called from behind them.

       They hastily turned around blocking my view but I knew who it was.

“She wasn’t doing her job Bellamy, I was just trying to-”

Bellamy interrupted him.“I saw what happened. You three are on cleaning and washing duty for the rest of the week.” he held out his hand.“Now give me the guns.”

       They all sighed or grunted before stomping off. I saw Isaac give me one final glare until he turned around, giving me shivers. I was in so much shit with them now.

“Hey, are you alright?” Bellamy asked, helping me to my feet.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine really. Thank you.” I said as I brushed some dirt off me.

“What the hell were you doing?” his tone suddenly changed.

“I was standing up for Georgina. They harass a different girl each day, it’s getting out of hand.”

“But you knew what they were capable of, why not come to me?”

“I just guess I got caught up in the moment. I was angry.”

“(Y/N), I know you’re trying to prove yourself-”

“I’m not trying to prove anything!”

“I’m sorry. Just, dont get hurt, ok?”

        I nodded as he walked away. Everyone had gone back to work as soon as we stopped talking, probably gossiping already. After picking up what fell out of the bucket, I dumped it next to the pile of unwashed dishes which were waiting for the three devils to clean them. After that I headed over to Clarke wondering if she needed any help.

      She seemed to be sorting out our medical stock seeing as we never knew who was going to be wounded. I think we were still on edge from our first day seeing as Jasper had a spear thrown at him. I was still in camp on that day, I didn’t have the courage to go out there.

“Oh, hi!” she called out as she noticed me coming in. I saw Monty sitting on the bed.

“Hi guys. You two need any help?” I asked appraching them.

“Actually, would you mind wrapping up Monty’s cut? I’ve treated it already and the bandages are there.” She pointed them out to me.

“How are we doing with the supplies?”

“Mmm, I guess we’re alright. We might need to head out in a few days to gather more of some certain items though.”

I started to unravel the bandage around Monty’s hand, covering the deep cut.“What did you do this time, Monty?”

“You want to hear the cool version, or the not so cool version?” he winced a little.

“Both please.”

“Ok, so the cool version is I got cut whilst having a little scrap with one of the other guys. The not so cool version,“he sighed,“I was playing with a knife and accidentally sliced the palm of my hand.”

I giggled a little.“Monty, I sometimes think you’re as clumsy as me.”

Clarke spoke up.“I hope not otherwise we’ll be in even more trouble.”

      I took no offence to the joke and just smiled.

Monty’s smile soon disappeared.“I heard something happen out there, what was it?”

“I tried to stop Isaac from harassing the girls in the camp But he wouldn’t have it. Luckily Bellamy came in and saved me before they could beat me up.”

“Trust him to save the day.” Clarke mumbled sarcastically.

“You two fallen out?”

“Kind of. I told him that I thought he was putting the wrong people in charge of certain things like Isaac, Brekk and Lewis.”

“I’m with you on that.”

“Me too.” Monty said as I finished wrapping up his wound.

        As I stepped back, my stomach growled. There wasn’t much food down on Earth, plus we were wary of what we ate.

“Don’t worry, dinner is almost ready. I think it’s another panther-thing.” Clarke explained.

“I miss the food in the Ark. At least we could get three square meals.”

Monty groaned.“Don’t get me started on that.”

“Come on, let’s go see if we can help with the cooking. I want my food as soon as.”

I Am An Alpha Ch 9: The Rest Of The Pack

“So who were those other wolves out there?” I wonder as I peek out behind Kris. The four wolves that had peeked out of the forest have now collected the alpha I fought with and returned to the forest, not before giving me a dirty look. At the same time my other mates appeared their alpha pheromone dominates the air, making me feel like I’m suffocating. The six of us are still standing inside, we had decided to at least go into the living room to let the others catch more of my scent. My hyungs are close by, I can smell them but they must have noticed the new wolves and decided to hang back.

“They are our brother pack,” Kris tells me.

“They must not be too happy that I attacked their pack member are they?”

Yixing growls, “I don’t give a fuck about how they feel, they’re just lucky we didn’t tear him to shreds for touching you.”

I cling to the back of Kris’s shirt when I begin sensing Yixing’s anger, “Hyung.”

“Sorry,” He takes a few deep breaths in a sad attempt to calm himself down.

I glance around, “Where is Baekhyun hyung?”

“He went out to talk to your pack, we were planning on having them here before the others returned but I guess that isn’t going to be happening,” Tao sighs.

Kris groans, running his hands through his hair he decides, “We should do this now, they are going to get mad.”

“Suho and Minseok hyung are already fuming,” Kai clucks his tongue.

“Someone go grab them some clothes, we don’t need them flashing her the first time they meet. Yixing, keep an eye on Chanyeol, I’m expecting him to be the most eager to get closer to her. I’ll keep an eye on Minseok hyung since he might be pretty bad too.”

Kai sets off in search of clothing.

Sehun scoffs, “Are you really going to try and get in between Minseok, Luhan, and Suho hyung and our mate? They are going to fight you hard on that one.”

“How do you think they are going to react to my past and my pack?” I wonder, feeling uneasy about these new mates.

“I didn’t even think about telling them about your past,” Yixing sighs in obvious frustration.

“Let us take this one step at a time, starting with walking out there,” Kris officially decides. “Open the door back up.”

Tao sighs but obeys, he slowly unlatches the door and pushes the massive wall of windows to the side, opening the room to the cold. Kris forces himself to step aside but keeps his arm around my shoulders. My eyes go wide at the sight of six beautiful wolves sitting in the snow. I don’t feel scared as bad as I did yesterday, but it’s still there gripping my heart, ready to send me into panic mode.

“They are so pretty,” I mumble softly, unconsciously reaching out my hand to run it through their fur but I notice and pull my hand back. “Sorry, most alphas probably don’t want to hear that.”

Kris chuckles, “So bashful again aren’t we?”

“Do you want me to start fighting again?” I tease.

“Please no, someone is going to loose it.”

“Can I go touch them?” I look to him for permission, which he gives me with a gentle nudge forward. I take a deep breath and step out onto the cold stone patio. A few more steps and I’m back in the snow, I should have asked for shoes but I’m this far, no going back. Unconsciously I approach one specific wolf, his scent draws me in, coffee. “You are the one who distracted me during the fight,” I note mostly to myself but they hear. The caramel colored wolf looks away from me to glare at the head alpha. “Don’t be mad at him,” I quickly defend, “I was just causing trouble. I tend to do that.” I’m trying my best to be playful but he just continues to glare, actually making Kris gulp. I cock my head, “You must be Minseok hyung.”

His head snaps back to me.

“So is that a yes?”

A nod.

“They actually haven’t told me much about any of you, or the fact that any of you existed but they mentioned a few names. Who is Luhan hyung?” I’m trying so hard to be warm, and I’m actually really impressed with how little my hands are shaking and that my heart hasn’t pounded out of my chest. Hesitantly a pretty auburn wolf comes forward, I give him a small smile and a bow. “And than I think it was Chanyeol hyung?” A silver wolf steps forward, this one with much more excitement, he makes me think of Baekhyun but Baekhyun has a much pinker tint compared to this new wolf. “Who was the scary one you mentioned? Soo hyung?” I nervously scan the three other wolves, none of them look particularly scary in fact one stands out to me. His big eyes lock with mine making my heart melts. “So cute!”

Jongin sees me take a few steps toward the wolf, “That is Kyungsoo hyung, or Soo hyung. He doesn’t like being petted.”

“Oh, thank you for letting me know,” I bring my hands to my chest to keep myself from touching them recklessly. But out of the corner of my eye I swear I see Kyungsoo giving Kai a death glare. “After that I think they mentioned Suho,” I watch the last two and see a tan wolf nod his head at me. I bow back before looking at the last one. With an encouraging nod of Kris I approach the last wolf who is a beautiful dark shade of brown, “I’m sorry they didn’t mention your name, you must be the well behaved one, from what I’ve heard in these brief ten minutes is that all the others are trouble.” The wolf laughs making me smile.

“I have clothes for them,” Kai mentions with a giant stack of clothing in his hands.

“Could I go talk to my pack so you can have a good talk with yours?” I ask Kris with a big smile. A chorus of growls erupt from the wolves sending me back on to the patio and into Yixing’s arms.

“They probably don’t like the idea of you leaving at the moment,” Yixing informs me.

“I think they are coming our way again anyway,” Kris sighs, “They must have felt your fear spike suddenly.”

“There they are,” Tao nods toward the forest where a black wolf appears. “Or at least one of them.”

Without a thought I book it pass my mates and right into the snow without a single thing on my mind other than for, “My pup!” I basically scream when Kookie and I get closer. I didn’t realize how much I missed him, I know it has only been a day but that is a long time for us. He tackles me to the ground and licks my face all over, making me a giggling mess beneath him. “Kookie!” I scold through my laughing.

“Hyung!” Jimin and Taehyung yell as they also bust out of the forest, behind them is the rest of my pack and Baekhyun who is just glaring at our touchy interactions.

He pushes through my pack to get to Jungkook and I, “Unless you want your throat ripped out, I suggest you remove yourself from her. We may know what is going on but our other pack members don’t and they are not in the best mood right now.”

Kookie growls.

Baekhyun’s sweet playful demeanor from yesterday seems completely different as he grabs Jungkook by the back of the neck and pulls him off me. “Come with me little wolf before the backyard becomes a battle field. You will be able to talk with your pack after we explain things,” He offers me a hand.

“Please go with him Insoo,” Namjoon quickly encourages me. “I would prefer not to fight with the black dragons.”

“I’m with Namjoon on this, please,” Yoongi almost begs, looking to the house with worried eyes. I follow his gaze back to the house to see eleven of my mates staring us down with angry blood red eyes. Jungkook whimpers with his head bowed to the obviously more powerful group, in fact looking to my pack I see that they are all backing down with their eyes to the ground. I gulp nervously but accept Baekhyun’s hand, he surprises me by just scooping me up.

“It’s freezing cold and you are out here dressed like this, what kind of mates let their mate out like this,” He mumbles mostly to himself as he carries me back across the field. “We should take this inside before she catches a cold.” He doesn’t even bother to wait for his brothers he just carries me inside like I’m a fragile little egg that is going to break. He sets me down on the cold couch before wrapping me up in the blanket that one of the others brought. Kris is kneeling in front of me peeling off the socks he had just put on me that are now soaking wet.

“No more going outside until we have proper clothes for you,” Kris declares. The wolves come in, two of them rush passed with their clothing in their teeth, Minseok and Suho, while the others stop by me. Chanyeol is the first to come right up to me, he sniffs my clothes, his nose wrinkles.

“Do I smell like my pack again?” I sniff my sleeves and only find Yixing’s sweet scent now mixing with another sweet smell, like fresh cakes.

“You reek of Yixing hyung since you slept in his room and his clothes,” Baekhyun explains as he fetches me a mug of tea. “Even thought he is also your mate, we don’t like any other alpha smell near our mate.”

“Sorry Hyung,” I reach other without a thought and stroke the silver blue wolf’s fur. He cocks his head in confusion, “Ah, the hyung thing, we will explain that when everyone is here.”

“So you need to go upstairs and get dressed,” Kris commands. I’m surprised when the big wolf just comes closer and nuzzles his snout into my stomach. “Chanyeol,” The head alpha tries again, making the younger whine.

“Don’t you want to be able to talk to me?” I tempt the wolf with a smile. He groans but quickly heads off towards the stairs, leaving the other three behind. They stare at me, Chen and Luhan are closer, within touching distance while Kyungsoo is far out of my reach. “Are you all going to transform? I actually kind of want to see you react to my past, I didn’t get to see yesterday because I passed out.”

All eyes go to Kris who already has his hands up, “It was an accident.”

“We were gone for a week and all hell breaks loose,” An unfamiliar voice snaps from the hall. Two men come in, they are about the same height but one looks much younger than the other. The last three wolves are off to transform so they can join the conversation as well. One with cat like eyes glares at Kris for a moment before looking down at me huddled on the couch and his face softens. “Hello little wolf.”

I sniff the air, “Coffee,” I hum. “You must be Minseok hyung.”

He smiles cutely, “I am, I’m very happy to meet you my lovely little wolf.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I try to stand to greet him properly but the second I try Kris’s hands are on my shoulders pushing me back into the couch.

“Your feet are freezing, how can you not notice?” The older scolds as his large hands gently massage my shoulders.

I look down at my feet, “I haven’t really noticed, I think they are numb.” I try to curl my toes with little to basically no response at my brain’s command, “Yep, they are completely numb.”

“Can you feel this?” Minseok is suddenly a lot closer, his hands are on my ankles, his touch sends a shot of electricity up my leg making me jump away. He holds his hands up, showing me that he means no harm but it’s not that I’m scared, my heart is just racing.

“I can feel that,” I whimper.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” He stands up and takes a few steps back.

“You didn’t frighten me, you shocked me,” I look down at my hands nervously.

“Do you want another bath?” Yixing offers, he joins me on the couch, sitting as close to me as possible. I see the way Minseok watches our physical interactions with irritated jealousy.

I pout, “Another one? I guess, just to warm me up, but only if you sit with me again.”

“Why him again?” Sehun pouts.

Tao joins in on the whining, “Why not one of us?”

“Because from what I’ve heard you guys can’t control yourselves around me, but lets say I give you the benefit of the doubt, do you think you can handle being locked in the same room as me while I’m completely naked and basically defenseless?” I cock a brow at them, “Kai saw me in just a towel and went complete alpha on me, do you think you can handle it?”

The two boys share an angry look but say nothing more. Baekhyun steps forward, “I can do it.”

“Okay, lets go Hyung,” I try to stand up but Yixing has his arm around my shoulders in and instance.

“She asked for me,” The older of the two snaps.

“Can both of you just come along? The more the merrier,” I suggest, hoping to defuse the situation.

“Where are we going? Can I come too?” A tall man bounces into the room, silver hair a ruffled mess, a massive smile on his handsome face. The scent of cake tickles my nose.

“Chanyeol hyung?” The other three come into the room, one with big round eyes catches my eye, “Soo hyung?” The man stops, his eyes seem to get bigger when he sees me. I can’t help but smile at him, something about this man makes me feel more warm at just the sight of him.

“Hello,” He bows his head, “I am Kyungsoo.” He makes me think of hot chocolate. From his dark brown hair to his chocolate colored eyes, heart shaped lips make me think he is a soft person but I remember Jongin’s words and curl back into myself.

“Of course, I’m sorry for speaking so informally,” I bow my head apologetically.

“Ignore him Love,” Yixing guides my gaze back to him with a soft caress of my cheek. “You look cold, lets get that water going.”

I’m about to agree when movement on the edge of the forest catches my eye, “What about my pack? Aren’t we going to explain everything?”

“What do you need to explain?” One steps forward, “Did something happen?”

I look to my six mates who already know, “Should I just say it?”

Kris sighs, “Might as well, Tao, can you go get her pack in here? Take them in the front go and down into the basement to hang out while we talk about this.”

“Why do I have to take them?” Tao pouts, earning himself a dirty look from me.

I narrow my eyes at him, “Do you have a problem with my pack?”

“Of course not!” He replies quickly followed by soft words that melt my heart, “I would just rather be up here with you.”

“How about if you are nice to my pack I’ll let you come in when I take a bath too?”

His eyes light up like fireworks, “Really?”

“Yes, but only if my pack gives you a good review so be nice.”

He nods eagerly before rushing outside. I chuckle as I watch him go to my waiting pack.

“Now what is the world is going on?” Minseok asks as he sits on my other side.

I look at Kris, “Any suggestions on where I should start off?”

“How about your name?”

The Queen’s Assassin (Rowaelin/Sam Oneshot)


I can’t stop myself from crying the second I hear his voice. Tears fall down my cheeks, down my neck, through my parted lips. I will not turn around. I will not give into whatever monster has stolen his voice to lure me in.

I have missed that voice. It is a voice of kindness. Encouragement. Goodness. Love.

A voice of my past.

“Celaena? I can see you,” he laughs, softly. Gods, his laugh. “Are you okay? You’re shaking.”

I nod, unable to control the natural reaction. I close my eyes. I beg him, silently, not to come closer. I call on my magic. It is a trap. It must be a trap. This is not real. He is dead. Dead.


A warm hand rests on my arm, and long, tanned fingers brush my skin lightly, gently.

I beg my eyes not to, but they find him in a moment of weakness. It is not a monster, nor a demon, but him, in the flesh. He’s watching me, confused, concerned.

“What’s wrong?” he frowns, his eyebrows coming together. “Has someone hurt you? Gods, if someone has hurt you, I swear- I mean, I know you can take care of yourself, but-“

“Sam.” His name comes out in a whisper, sounding foreign on my lips. “Sam, it’s you. You’re here.”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course, it’s me.”

I feel myself begin to panic. I have seen too much in my short life, lived too many lives within just one lifetime, but nothing compares to seeing him again. Alive. Unharmed. Images of him lying on that beat-up table in Arobynn’s basement flash through my mind. The last time I saw him….I can’t. I can’t relive it. Not again.

His hand finds my cheek and brushes away the tears. I push him away. I mean for my voice to come out civilly, but it does not. “You’re dead! What is this? If this is meant to be a joke, to-“

I break off when he smiles, feeling the fire inside me begging to break free.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, suppressing his laughter. “I do not mean to laugh, but I have imagined this moment many times, and this is not how I thought it to go. Although, I have missed you temper.”

I take a deep breath, trying to process what stands before me. “You are dead.”

“Yes,” he replies, calmly. “I am. And, you are not.”

I meet his dark, brown eyes. The eyes I woke up to day after day, safe and sound. The eyes that watched me with love and lust less than a decade ago. “How can you be here, then?”

“You’re dreaming,” he shrugs. “It took me a while to figure it out, but it seems that I have finally managed to find you. I needed to talk to you. Make sure you’re okay. You don’t know how many times I’ve wished you could hear me over the years.”

Dreaming. Of course. I remember climbing into bed, Rowan wrapping his arms around my body, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat against my cheek.

I run into the arms of the boy I once loved, the boy from an entirely different lifetime. There’s so much I want to tell him, so much I wish I could say. But, we stand there, holding tightly to one another in silence.

I take a step back and breathe him in. His brown hair is still the same length as it was when he was seventeen, and his black pants and turquoise tunic were familiar to me. He looks at ease, completely relaxed. He looks….peaceful.

“Are you happy?” I ask him.

He smiles at me again, and I take it all in, memorizing his every movement. “Yes. Yes, I’m happy. Are you happy, Aelin?”

I pause. “You know.”

He laughs, loudly, genuinely, a giddy roar that he only allows few people to hear. “Of course I do. I watch over you. Always. You didn’t think that I would leave you even after I was gone, did you?”

There’s so much that I want, need, to tell him, but I don’t know how to put any of it into words. Everything I’m longing to say to him seems unworthy, or like it would be wasting time.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out, feeling overwhelmed by words, by emotions, “that I wasn’t there for you. That you died the way you did. That I yelled at you, that we fought. I-“

“Don’t waste your breath,” his smile softens as he pushes my hair out of my eyes. “I know that you loved me. I know how you loved me. Besides, we knew what we were getting into with Arobynn. I was not surprised. Do not let those things haunt you, Aelin Galathynius. My death made you stronger. It was another stepping stone in finding who you are again. I regret nothing, and neither should you. Look at all you have done. You saved your kingdom, Aelin. After everything you have done, and all the shitty things you have overcome, you wake up every morning to a loving husband, friends who would die for you, and a land full of people who rejoice that their lost Queen has come home to save them. If my death has led you to that life, I would not be sorry. I am not sorry. I never have been.”

I don’t know what to say, how to put my emotions into words, so I laugh. “I missed you and your pep-talks.”

He smirks. “I know. I missed you, too.”

He begins to blur and I rush towards him, reaching out for his ghostly form. “Sam?”

“You’re waking up.” His smile widens, but tears fill his eyes. “I’m proud of you, Aelin.”

“Will I see you again?” I ask, hurriedly. There is more I need to say. I need more time.

He does not answer. “Tell Lysandra an old friend says hello.”


“Aelin!” another voice is calling my name, another voice I love. “Fireheart.”

When I open my eyes, Rowan is hovering over me. His green eyes are searching my own, his hands against my clammy skin.

When my breathing slows, he relaxes, but only for a second. “Another bad dream?”

“I dreamt of him,” I shake my head.

The Fae’s eyes harden as he sits up in our bed, tossing the blankets to the side in a rush. “Who.”

“Sam,” I whisper, remembering, trying not to lose the image of his smile. “I dreamt of Sam. He was the same as I remember.”

All the tension in Rowan’s body fades, and his hand finds mine. He strokes my palm with his thumb, gently, slowly.

“It was not a nightmare like it usually is. I didn’t see his dead body. He was there, Rowan, and he was alive. He was talking to me like I’m talking to you now. I….think he wanted me to find closure. To forget about him, almost.”

“You should never forget him, Fireheart.”

Rowan’s soft voice makes my voice crack when I reply, “I won’t. I can’t.”

I see his lips quirk to the side by the light of the moon pouring through our window.

“There was so much I wanted to say to him. So much that I need him to know,” I go on, “but he disappeared before I could.”

“He knows,” Rowan confirms without hesitation, pulling me into his lap. “He knows, Aelin. Trust me.”

“I always trust you,” I lean into him, breathing in his scent. “To whatever end.”

He runs his hands down my bare back, his fingers dancing silently over my scars in a gentle embrace. My mind is awake, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I know I won’t be able to force myself back to sleep, although the moon is still at its peak in the clear Terrasen sky.

“Go back to sleep,” I kiss his forehead and climb out of bundle of blankets and pillows.

“Getting prepared for tomorrow?” he asks, lying back down in the middle of the bed, obeying my commands.

“I think I’ll go see if Lysandra is awake,” I say, tying my robe around my waist. “There’s something I need to tell her. Also, I need her help picking out my dress for the coronation.”

“I thought you’ve already chosen,” he laughs a laugh that makes me tempted to climb back in bed with him. “Multiple times. Nervous, are we?”

As I’m about to say yes, I stop myself. I have conquered death too many times to be nervous about making an appearance in front of my kingdom. “No. I am Aelin Ashryver Galathanyius, and I will not be afraid.”  

Kind of Like Narnia (Part ¼)

Raphael (2014/2016) x Reader
Notes: Hi! This is my first fic kind of thing, on tumblr that is. I hope you enjoy it! [P/N] is your pet’s name, but you’d probably already know that lol
Warnings: Swearing, that’s about it
Word count: 1304
Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

It was a morning like any other. You were sat on your bed, under the covers; scrolling through you social media feeds. Since you’d passed out from watching old episodes of ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ last night, you hadn’t closed your curtains, so the light pouring into your room woke you up. You enjoyed your weekends. No school, no drama, just you and the TV remote.

It would’ve been a great lazy day, if your Mom didn’t clamber through the room with an old fashioned wardrobe following behind her. It looked like something from the 1900’s.

“Mom? What the hell?” you laughed, watching two very large men set the wardrobe down on the floor and then set it upright. The wardrobe was over 7ft, and just about missed the ceiling.

“It was your great grandparents! I have no idea what it’s for but it’s pretty cool right!” she clapped her hands together, giggling before stepping forward and opening the doors.

Moths. Dead moths. Live moths, flew out of the wardrobe and around the room.

“Wow Mom, real treasure you got here.” You said blandly, crossing your arms over your chest. Your mother simply ignored you, pushing the wardrobe to the wall. This gave you a small tingle, but you ignored it and shuffled back over to your bed, laying back down and turning the TV on.

“[P/N]! Get back here!” you yelled, calling your cat back to wherever he had ran off to. You’d bought a cute collar for him to try on, but as per usual he hissed at you and ran off. You had chased him around the house before losing him and walking back to your room.

The door was open. The door of the wardrobe that you hadn’t even touched since your Mom pretty much left it there. Months ago. It was very pretty, but horrible dusty and old on the inside, with your dead great grandparents clothes still hanging in there.

“For fucks sake, [P/N].” you grumbled, picking up the collar and holding your nose. You paid good money for that collar, it was going on him whether he liked it or not.

You gingerly took a step into the closet, being cautious not to close the door, because it would be dumb to shut yourself in a closet. As you went further in, you just assumed this was an enormous closet. It was almost pitch black as you got to the very centre of the wardrobe. The further in you got, the more the air around you started to change, it was damp, and smelt a lot like sewage. Obviously, you had been calling out your cat’s name out, but they hadn’t even appeared, or jumped out and attacked you. You kept your arms stretched out in front of you, so as to not bump into the back of the wardrobe. Taking one, two, three more steps forward, you expected to feel the hardwood on the tips of your fingers – but you didn’t.

In fact, you felt a cold air, but it also felt quite sticky. You took another step forward and felt the edge of the wardrobe at your feet. Taking one more step, calling out [P/N] one more time before tripping and falling on to your knees into dirty water.

You hadn’t realised you had your eyes closed until you slowly opened them, blinking to adjust your eyes to the light.

Feet. No. Green feet? Your eyes slowly widened as you picked your head up, to stare directly at a grinning green face, with an orange bandana wrapped around its head.

“Hey dudette! I’m Michelangelo, the chicks call me Mikey!” he winked, still grinning down at you whilst holding out a three fingered - also green - hand out to you. Your eyes narrowed, wrinkling your nose before taking his hand and lifting yourself up with your other hand.

Your eyes slowly widened at who this person was. One of the 4 turtles, from your favourite franchise. Taking a step away from him, you grinned.

“Hello, I’m [Y/N],” you shook his hand before pulling it away. “Have you seen my cat?”

“Oh! Yeah totally dudette, he’s back at the lair.” You nodded, pretending to not know what he was talking about as you had a small freak out inside your head. “Wait, what’re you even doing in the sewers?”

“I have no idea dude, you tell me,” you chuckled before looking around. “Which way are we going?”

Mikey took you to the lair, mostly talking about pizza the whole way there, not that you minded though. You smiled happily to yourself as you got to the lair, looking around, twirling. ‘Am I tripping?’

As soon as you got there, Mikey insisted you played a game of Mario Kart with him, which you of course agreed to. However, that was soon stopped when you heard Master Splinter’s voice call out from the dojo.

“Michelangelo. Who is this?” his voice was calm, collected, but you could hear a slight tinge of annoyance or anger behind it. Turning around, you grinned slightly before bowing your head in respect.

“Master Splinter!” Mikey’s eyes widened as he looked between you, the large rat and his brother’s who had now gathered around.

“Hi! I’m sorry, I’m [Y/N]. I kind of stumbled her by mistake, actually it wasn’t really a mistake I didn’t even know I was coming and to be quite honest I don’t even know how I got here I was chasing my dumb cat- [P/N]!” your eyes widened at the sight of your feline friend, and his widened too as he ran off in the other direction. “Come back here!” you growled and jumped over a chair and followed the cat, the turtle brothers in hot pursuit.

After finally get your cat to at least mildly respect you, and explaining your situation to the family, you were now sat in Donnie’s lab looking through the tapes of when, and how, you got into the ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ world.

Of course you didn’t tell them you knew who they were, and you had stuffed teddies of them in your bedroom, and posters, and kept the tickets for both of their latest Bay movies. You’d sound like a complete stalker. That’s not an attractive look, especially when your favourite red clad turtle was glaring directly at you. Donnie was typing away on his computer before he stood up abruptly and called the other brothers into the room. You also stood up, feeling quite left out.

“There!” Donnie pointed to the screen where a white light had appeared. You squinted before grabbing the keyboard and zooming in. The inside of the wardrobe was clearly visible, but other than that you couldn’t see anything.

“Why were you in a wardrobe?” Raphael’s rough voice grumbled from the side of you. He was staring at you. You could feel your face turn a bright shade of red before you handed Donnie his keyboard back. You looked up at him, narrowing your own eyes before looking back towards the screen so he couldn’t see how red your face was.

“Trying…[P/N]…” You mumbled, shuffling your feet around. Raphael rolled his eyes and walked off. Inside you felt quite disheartened. You knew him, sort of. You liked him, he was your favourite character. But he didn’t even acknowledge you. Nice.

“Cool! So, like Narnia?” Mikey grinned, whilst chewing on what looked like a pizza sandwich.

“Yes Mikey, kind of like Narnia…”

Jerejean prompt: “If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?” (x)

“Hypothetically,” Jeremy starts and Jean snorts. Jeremy knows that if the night wasn’t so dark and his head wasn’t tucked under Jean’s chin he would see the accompanying unimpressed eyeroll.

“I swear to god if this is another of your imagine if you were Luke Skywalker questions,” Jean mumbles quietly, as to not disturb the stars they have been watching, “I will push you off the car and drive right over you.”

That makes Jeremy laugh. “No, you won’t, you like me too much.”


Jeremy grins because he’s stupidly, hopelessly in love and even Jean’s sarcasm makes his heart flutter. And if the overwhelming fondness climbs up his throat and makes his breath stutter when Jean squeezes his hand, there are no witnesses besides the starry sky above them to call him out on it.

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Fluffy please? - @chaos-and-the-calm67 is about to love me so much right now. This is considered part 2 of A Fan Of What? Click that to read part 1. The song in this fic is “Straight Up” by Paula Abdul. Enjoy! YOU’RE WELCOME.

A Fan Of What? Part 2

After your terrible shift at work, you went home and changed quickly, as your friends had asked if you wanted to go out to a karaoke bar with them. You were quick to accept the invitation after the day you had dealt with, and you spent no  time getting dolled up for the occasion.

Once you had parked outside the bar, you were already thinking about what song you were going to sing tonight. When you approached your friends outside the bar, the four of you walked in and you straightened your rather short dress and made sure your hair was okay. You were known to meet quite the handsome men here and you wanted to be prepared.

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We had a “new guy” start tonight. He’s not new, just new to me. He’s quit this job like four times but for some reason they keep rehiring him. Probably because no one else wants this job. My coworkers swear he won’t last long and have stated he’s just as bad as our now fired coworker who was a pain in the ass.  I already know I can’t stand him based merely on meeting him for the first time before knowing any of that. When I was trying to get into the office to clock in and get my name badge he blocked the goddamn way. Even when I said “excuse me”. He continued to do so when I tried leaving the room. I literally had to squeeze past him through the tiny 8 inch gap behind his back. NOT FUN! He also looks so unprofessional. His tshirt is 2 sizes too small so you can see his gut hanging out, not to mention it’s filthy. It’s so gross. On the bright side he’ll be taking over part of my responsibilities, meaning that I finally have the ability to take my time and do a thorough job now. I hate to admit it, but I have been half assing everything simply because I have way way WAY too many responsibilities in too many areas of the clinic for one person. Now i’ll be able to be as thorough as I like. Plus he won’t be working in my area so I’ll have as little exposure to him as possible. But I swear to God if he blocks me from going in or out of the office again despite my polite requests for him to move I may scream and shove his selfish ass out of my way. -Abby

Slow Burn - Part 3

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,806

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

Part 1 Part 2

“Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.”

It’s taking everything you have not to jump on him right now. Play it cool, Y/N.

“No way. Only the special ones.” He flatters with a smile that makes you melt.

You notice Sam walking by the kitchen but he stops when he sees you. He silently calls you over. Dean follows your gaze to where Sam is standing.

“I’ll be right back, ok?” You say to Dean.

“I’ll be here, sweetheart.” He says in his husky voice.

You walk up to Sam and he has a huge smile on his face. He leans down a bit because he’s gigantic compared to you and whispers, “What do you think?”

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Out of My Hands - Part Two

Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,364

Pairing: Castiel x Reader, eventual Dean x Reader

Prologue - Part One

Summary: The reader has since turned to hunting to cope with her situation. One night, she meets a famous, several times dead hunter at a bar.


          Gasping for air, you double over and rest your hands on your knees, but your legs give out and you sink to the floor. This whole place smells like a sewer, and it doesn’t help your breathing. The danger’s gone at least.

          A little twinge in your head kicks in, and you curse to yourself. Somehow, you’ve been bonded to Castiel in a unique way, a way that lets him know what you’re feeling both emotionally and physically, and that twinge lets you know when his attention is focused solely on you. You’re fairly sure that it works in the other direction too.

          “I’m fine,” you hiss to the air. “Leave me alone. I’m fine.”

          Fighting back the little waves of worry you can feel coming from his end, you push yourself to your feet and shuffle for the front door of the old house, glad to be rid of that last vampire. Your stomach hurts from where he sucker-punched you, and your lungs are still trying to re-inflate themselves, but you don’t think you’ll be stuck with anything more than a bruise by the time an hour passes.

          “Let’s go out for a drink, shall we?” You mentally pat yourself on the back as you slide into your car and stick the key into the ignition.

          It was a hunt well done, and to top it off you’re getting away with minimal scrapes and bruises. You can’t say the same for the vamp nest.

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The Dress**



Being the girlfriend of an ambassador for AgeUK meant attending many events that the organization put on. Joe would drag you to these events all the time and although you always said you weren’t up for going, you were glad you always did. Its a great organization and it makes you so happy to see Joe’s involvement. Tonight was another one of those nights. AgeUK was having a banquet to honour everyone who has been involved over the past year, kind of like a ‘Thank You Banquet’. These types of nights allowed you to dress smart which you did very seldom. You had no real reason to wear a really nice dress in your day to day life, so these events were always a good excuse to look for a new dress, which is exactly what you did. 

You had just finished doing your hair and makeup and it was time to put on the dress you had bought for the night. It was a just above the knee royal blue satin dress that, unexpectedly, hugged you in all the right places. It was just fancy enough that you weren’t expected to turn heads but just enough to blend in with everyone who was attending.

“You almost ready love?” Joe asked poking his head around your bedroom door. His eyes widened as he saw you smoothing out the wrinkles of your dress. “Wow, you look amazing Y/N”

“Do you really think so?” you blushed “Oh can you to zip me up please”

Joe made his way into the room and zipped the back of your dress up before placing a kiss on your bear shoulder. “Absolutely stunning. Maybe we can sneak away from the banquet later” He said in between giving you more kisses.

“Hmm thats not likely as you’ll be on stage most of the night and people will want to talk to you afterwards.” you said turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, he placing his hand on your hips, and giving him a kiss. 

You pulled away and he whined as he received a text saying the car was here to take you to the event. “We’ll be home before you know it Sugg” you smirked, grabbing your purse and walking out of the room.

During the banquet, Joe was either touching you or looking at you. While you sat at you table for dinner he alway had a hand on your lap or on your waist when you were standing talking to various people. You felt his eyes on you whenever you weren’t by his side. This wasn’t anything new for you a Joe but something felt odd about tonight. They way his touch lingered more than usual or the way he was looking at you. There was something about his eyes you noticed. Something you only see on the rare occasion that the two of you had a little too much to drink and you’d wake up the next morning sore and hungover.

The banquet was starting to wind down and you were talking to the organizers of the banquet when Joe walks up behind you placing his hands on your waist. 

“I think its time we get out of her love” he growled into your ear which sent a shiver down your spine. “I had a lot of fun tonight” he directed his voice to the group. 

“We hope to be working with you soon in the new year Joe, and hope that you’ll come to next year’s banquet”

“I wouldn’t miss it” he smiled before the both of you said your goodbyes and he tugged you outside and into your awaiting car.

Joe didn’t do or say anything the whole ride home and you could tell he was trying hard to keep quiet. When you arrived at Joe’s flat, even the elevator ride was quiet. You looked over to Joe to find him starting at you, smirking. 

“Is there something I can help you with tonight?” you teased biting your lip but yet, Joe stayed quiet. 

He unlocked his door and as soon as the both of you stepped in, your back collided with the wall and Joe’s lips met yours. He kicked the door closed while simultaneously removing his jacket and shoes without breaking the heated kiss. You removed your heels and pulled away from Joe, moving for the stairs.

His hand grabbed your waist and pulled you back to him, lips reconnecting. You hands moved up and around his neck and into his hair while his roamed your body stopping at you bum, squeezing it which caused you to moan into his mouth. 

“This fucking dress Y/N. Couldn’t take my eyes off you tonight. Couldn’t stop imagining what I could do to you once you were out of it.”

“Maybe you should show me”

He gripped your thighs and you jumped onto him wrapping your legs around his torso while he carried you up to his bedroom. He broke the kiss to turn you around so you were facing the bed, him standing behind you. He unzipped your dress at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“Joeee” you whined

“Patience babe. You’ll get whats coming soon enough” He finished unzipping and let the dress fall off of your body leaving you in your matching bra and panties. “Holy fuck Y/N” he breathed taking in the sight of you as you turned back around. You attached your lips to his again and starting working the buttons of his shirt as he worked his belt. He pushed you back onto the bed removing his shirt and belt before climbing on top of you.

Lust. His eyes glistened as he looked down at you and you felt your melt into the mattress.

Joe leaned down to kiss you again before moving to your neck, collar bones, and the valley of your breast. He snaked his hand around your back to unclamps your bra and discarded it over his shoulder as his mouth moved to suck on your nipple, massaging the other with his hand before switching. You let out a moan when you felt him bite your hardened nub. He smirked before he did it again, followed by another moan from you. He made his way down to your waist and positioned your legs up so he could remove your panties, again, at a slow pace. You gasped when the cold air reached your dripping core and you squirmed under Joe, yearning for his touch.

“You’re dripping love, is this all for me?” Joe said admiring at how wet he can make you.

“Yes Joe. All for you.” You said still moving you hips.

Joe smirked and let out a laugh before he disappeared between your legs and you let out another gasp when you felt his tongue come in contact with your swollen clit. Joe sucked your clit as he ran his fingers up and down your slit, collected your juices before pulling away. He sat up and licked his fingers before moving them back to your pussy to collect more juices. 

“You taste delicious Y/N. Wanna taste?”

You didn’t have time to answer before Joe’s fingers were in your mouth and you sucked every last drop of yourself off of them keeping eye contact him.

“Shit babe, you’re so fucking hot. How did I get so lucky?” he said moving back down your core continuing to suck on your clit as he added two fingers inside of you. You let out a moan as he pumped his fingers in and out of you at a face rate. Joe placed his other hand over your hips to hold you down and the pressure built up inside your body. 

“Oh my god Joe” you moaned, not sure of how much longer you were going to last, your hands moving to his hair. You applied pressure, forcing his face deeper into your pussy causing Joe to hum sending vibrations through your body.

“Shit. Fuck Joe!!” You yelled accompanied with a deep moan as you came all over Joe’s fingers. Joe removed his fingers and placed them into his mouth before standing up to remove his pants and boxers. His hardened cock slapped his abs as it was set free and you started to move for it but a hand stopped you. 

“None of that tonight love, I wouldn’t be able to last 2 minutes and I want to make you cum two more times tonight.” you’re eyes widened as he pushed you back on the bed, putting on a condom and hovering over you again. You felt his cock brush against your pussy and Joe eased into you pausing so you could adjust. You leaned up to kiss Joe “Go.” and with that Joe began thrusting into you at a pace you were not expecting. You name and swears were leaving his mouth just as much as his name was leaving yours. You felt yourself clench around Joe knowing that you weren’t going to last much longer again. Joe grabbed your wrists and held them over your head and leant down and kissed you deeply. His thrust became sloppier and you knew he was close as well. With just a couple more thrusts you and Joe released at the same time filling the room with moans you were sure the neighbours could hear. Joe dropped his head to your neck and kissed it and he waited for you to catching your breath. You legs were shaking and your body was filled with euphoria. 

Joe pulled out of you before flipping you over so you were straddling his waist. “One more baby” he said holding you up as you finished catching your breath.

You complied and took Joe’s cock in your hand, positioning it at your entrance. You slowly eased down on him and you threw your head back at the feeling of him stretching you out completely.

“Fucking hell Y/N” Joe breathed taking in the sight of his girlfriend on top of him.

You began moving you hips while Joe’s hands went to your hips to help support you and him as he began to thrust up into you. Your head rolled back again as sensations shot through your body and you moaned, a mixture of Joe’s name and incoherent words. You felt your arms give out as they were placed on Joe’s chest and you laid your body down on Joe. He was now only thrusting into you and the new angle caused him to hit new places inside of you. You felt Joe twitch inside of you and he let out a moan from the back on his throat which sent goosebumps all over you body. Joe continued to thrust into you a few more times until you came hard for the third time. 

You laid on his chest with your eyes closed, your chest heaving up and down as you came down from your high. Joe pulled out of you and you rolled the bottom half of your body off of him as you took in the scent of his cologne and sex. 

Joe kissed the top of your head before discarding the condom and pulling the duvet over the top of you. 

“Maybe I should wear that dress more often” You said, your eyes still closed, hugging his chest.

Joe let out a laugh. “You don’t need to wear a dress for me to do that love.” You felt his fingers tangle themselves into your hair and you drifted off to sleep knowing you’ll be feeling this in the morning.